Chapter 6
The following day, there was a banging on Alexis's hotel room door, causing her to groan. "Go away!" She growled, putting the pillow over her head, wanting more sleep. Her back was bruised along with her toe and cheek. Not to mention it was still DARK out for Christ sakes! She glanced at the clock and growled, wondering who the hell was waking her up at FIVE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING! She immediately closed her eyes and snuggled up in a ball, having cried herself to sleep. "I'm not getting up right now." She grumbled, wincing when she rolled over and screamed at the sight of 'Taker, flying out of bed and landed on the carpeted floor. "WHAT THE FUCK?"
"I told you, a long day ahead of us." He said cheerfully, standing there with his arms folded over his chest. He was freshly showered, in tight black jeans, a black leather vest and boots, his black hair pulled back by a bandana, shades resting on top of his head. "You have twenty minutes, Lexie, hurry the hell up." Without another word, he walked right back out.
This was unreal as Alexis got to her feet, wincing slightly since her back was hurting. She finally got her bearings after five minutes and walked over to her bag, groaning at her new wardrobe. All black and purple. How quaint.
"Fucking bastard." She grumbled, pulling out a pair of black slacks with a black tank top that had a V shaped neckline. She didn't mind wearing all black; it was comforting actually, and her favorite color. She zipped her bag up and slipped her steel toed boots on, her toe injury minor. She pulled her hair up in a high messy bun, keeping the hair out of her face and rolled her eyes when Undertaker walked back in. "I'm ready." She snarled, clearly not happy that she was woken up after only getting FOUR hours of sleep. "Why are we up so early?" She demanded tiredly.
He didn't bother hiding his amusement, having sent his own bag on ahead and took hers from her, passing it to the barely awake Paul Bearer who was emerging from his own room. "See that this reaches the hotel." He ordered, glancing at Alexis. "We're up early because WE have a long ride ahead of us."
"Want us to follow you?" Paul yawned.
"No."
"You sure?"
"I'm sure I can handle her."
"I already told you I'm not going anywhere. I gave you my damn word." She hated that she did that, but at the time, she really didn't have any choice considering how tight his grip was on her now bruised wrist. "Just tell me ask one thing, is Christian okay?" When he nodded, she walked out past him and headed toward the elevator, slipping her black shades over her eyes. "I hate my wardrobe by the way. I want my medieval dresses." She growled, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she got on the elevator with Paul and Undertaker.
"Wear my colors and you can have them, all you need do is ask." He replied, pressing the button. "Paul, is it ready?"
"Unloaded off the truck this morning, just as you asked." Paul said, yawning again, needing coffee. "Have you eaten Alexis?"
"She hasn't had time; I'll feed her so stop your worrying, old man."
"Can she speak for herself?"
"Sadly, yes."
"I'm not eating." She stated defiantly, ignoring 'Taker's glare, staring straight ahead. "Go ahead, shove food down my throat and see what happens, Deadman." She stepped off the elevator before they could, heading for the parking garage, deciding she was going shopping as SOON as possible. "Good, then throw the clothes out Paul. I'll be doing some shopping for my OWN clothes." She informed him gravely.
"Paul, hold onto them since Princess Strawberry might not have time to go shopping anytime soon." 'Taker put a hold on that, glancing down at her. "Don't think my men will take orders from you, Alexis, they all answer to me."
"Right now I'm answering the call of the Java God and going to get a cup. You two play nicely."
Rolling his eyes, he watched Paul walk away before heading out to the parking lot, smiling when he seen his black Titan waiting.
Alexis stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the motorcycle, her purple eyes widening and shook her head. "Oh fuck all THAT noise!" She stared at 'Taker like he'd lost his damn mind. "I am NOT getting on that!"
Alexis hadn't ridden on a motorcycle in years and for good reason. She'd been in a bad motorcycle accident when she was ten years old with her father. They both survived, but now Alexis had a terrible phobia of them.
He cocked an eyebrow, staring down at Alexis through his shades, apparently contemplating her words. With a sigh, he picked her up by the waist and set her astride the Titan. A moment later, 'Taker was behind her, leaning forward to grip the handlebars, feeling her body tensing as she held onto whatever she could. Before she could open her mouth, he was peeling out of the underground parking lot.
'I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to FUCKING DIE!' Alexis's mind screamed as the wind whipped through her hair, tears in her eyes as she kept them tightly shut. She refused to touch him so her hands gripped the seat on either side, swallowing hard.
Memories of that day with her father plagued her mind and Alexis felt like she was going to throw up. Even though it hadn't been her father's fault. Some driver had pulled out in front of him out of the small market in their town, not watching where they were going obviously. Alexis knew she would now have to face her fear and tried taking deep breaths, her knuckles ghostly white and tried to open her eyes, the tears gone due to the wind.
'Taker didn't know what her damage with riding was and if he decided he still cared at the end of the day, he'd ask then. For now however, he was enjoying this too much. The feel of the wind whipping against him felt exquisite, not to mention this delectable morsel sitting between his legs. He groaned at that thought, forcing himself to focus on the road before he wrecked.
Her eyes finally pried open as Alexis stared straight ahead, refusing to lean back. She didn't want to touch him, didn't want to feel him, though that was close to impossible. Her ass was pressed against his crotch practically. This man was evil and she was glad she pulled her hair up before they left otherwise he'd be blinded by her black hair. She was still considering getting it dyed again, deciding she would after going shopping. Though she would have to ask his permission and that just made her blood boil more as they flew down the road. She could only imagine where he was taking her, alone.
He had told her it would be a long day simply because he wanted to ride, enjoy the open road. Granted, they had a deadline, but if he'd travel by bus with his Ministry, he'd of wound up with too much time on his hands because they'd take highways. 'Taker turned off the exit, grinning as nothing, but country roads appeared. He sincerely hoped Strawberry was in the mood for a very long trip.
It was hours before they stopped and Alexis couldn't feel her legs. "Don't touch me." She hissed when he tried helping her off, doing it herself, and groaned since her thighs were killing her. She had to walk it off, remembering she'd go for day trips with her father and sighed heavily, taking the hair tie out of her hair as her black hair pooled down her back and over her shoulders. "Where are we?" She finally asked, walking back and forth, knowing if she just sat down her legs would cramp up and then she would be in a world of hurt.
'Taker watched her, licking his lips as she shook out her hair. His lips twitched in the barest hint of a smirk, seeing she was walking a little bit bowlegged, wondering if she'd even ridden on a motorcycle before. "Pit stop." He grunted, gesturing to the bar behind him.
He had seen it, knew they only had a little ways left to go and decided to stop for a drink and maybe a bite to eat. He knew Alexis hadn't had anything to eat or drink yet today. She had to be starving.
"Go ahead, I'm not hungry." She grunted, wincing as she kept walking back and forth before finally sitting down on the sidewalk, stretching her legs.
Her father had showed her how to do this and she was SUPPOSED to do it before every ride. However, she hadn't been on a motorcycle in decades and she really couldn't stop 'Taker from putting her on his Titan. She had to admit, it was a beautiful bike as she leaned back into a bridge position, cracking her back and groaned in satisfaction, her shirt riding up enough to show her stomach before twisting from left to right, finally getting to her feet. The burning in her thighs was there, but it was getting better now that she properly stretched.
He hadn't gone ahead though, preferring to wait for her and damn he was glad he had. Seeing how flexible she apparently was had put more of those dirty minded thoughts back in his head, wondering if Alexis would be able to hold that bridge position if he was fucking her senseless. "Finished or would you like a massage next?" He asked, his voice coming out husky and lower than he had intended.
Her head turned to stare at him, eyes narrowed through those black sunglasses, knowing he was watching her stretch. "Pervert." She snorted before crossing her arms in front of her chest. "For your information, I haven't ridden one of these death machines since I was ten years old. I didn't stretch beforehand, like I should have, but you didn't warn me so I really didn't have time. So excuse me if I'm trying to relieve the pain somehow, asshole." She leaned against the building, her lips pressed firmly together.
"Considering, Strawberry, that when you seen my Titan," He just HAD to smirk at that, loving double entrendes. "You screamed like a frightened whelp, I gathered you wouldn't be interested in stretching so much as running. As for the pervert comment, if you don't want a man looking, then don't display just how enticing your body could be in specific positions."
"It's not my fault you chose to watch me stretch. And my name is Alexis. If you keep calling me Strawberry, I'm not going to answer you. And as far as my body goes, keep looking old man because you're not getting any of it." She slid down the building and leaned her head back, the sun beating down on them, though it was slowly setting on the horizon. "I'll wait out here, don't worry I'm not going to run. I gave you my word, unfortunately."
Sighing through his nose, he could feel his migraine returning, knowing Alexis was going to wind up being more trouble than she was worth, almost. He ignored her comment about not answering him. It'd be a welcome change if she kept her sharp tongue to herself and he let the old man bit slide as well. Knowing soon enough he'd be showing her just how much of an 'old man' he really was.
"You're eating." He said evenly, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"No I'm not and you're not going to force me." She stated heatedly, standing up, slowly sliding the shades from her violet eyes that were lit on fire. "I can't eat right now, 'Taker. If I eat right now, I will throw up. I was in a bad motorcycle accident with my dad when I was ten years old. That's the last time I rode one so forgive me if I'm already feeling SICK to my stomach right now. Go eat, I'm fine." She slid her shades back on before going back to sitting down against the building, her hand pressing against her stomach.
"Now if you would have told me that instead of screaming and throwing a fit, I wouldn't have made you ride in front." Hopefully she hadn't expected him to say something else. He was a firm believer in getting back on the horse so to speak. "You WILL come inside with me. A glass of tea or water will help you. You've been riding all day in the hot sun. You're not going to let yourself get dehydrated, understand, ALEXIS?"
She hopped up and put a smile on her face, even though she did look paler than normal. "Well why didn't you say so, 'Taker? I'll have a DRINK, but no food."
Alexis walked past him and inside the bar, knowing she was driving him nuts and took a seat at a booth, not even waiting for him. It was a seat yourself type of place and she stared out the window, sliding her shades up on top of her head, and rubbed her eyes tiredly. Alexis hated to admit it, but she did enjoy getting back on a motorcycle again and her fear had, somewhat, been conquered.
He was going to KILL her. He was going to cut her body up into little fucking pieces, bury them- no, grind them up and feed them to the hogs! Fighting to keep his dangerous temper in check, 'Taker slid in across from her, accepting the menu he was handed by a tired looking waitress. He ordered a beer then pointed to what he wanted, smirking slightly.
"And you'll be having?" He asked, looking at Alexis politely.
"Water, that's it." She smiled back at the waitress though it didn't reach her eyes before handing the menu right back over, turning to stare out the window.
She missed Christian and felt naked without her necklace. Her eyes closed momentarily before opening again, knowing she would have to wait it out. 'Taker would eventually get tired of her, get tired of trying to get her in his bed, and release her from the Ministry. In the meantime, she would just bide her time. Sighing, she pulled her hair back up in a tight high messy bun, refusing to stare at the monster that sat across from her.