Hello, lovely readers!

Hope you are all well and have had a lovely weekend. The drama made its return last chapter. We all knew Sheamus would come back eventually lol! He was never going to let what happened lie. This chapter is also rated M so you have been warned.

Labinnacslove – Hunter is crazy, but he's still her brother so he's going to protect and comfort her.

Chermayne – Indeed!

Beautifultragedyxxx – I like to keep my readers on the edge of their seats. As we'll see in this chapter, we'll see Hunter's stance on events

Irishblue69 – Sheamus was always going to come back, so I figured I'd use LON as I can then involve Seth and Roman in this. We'll see Hunter's reaction in this chapter but we'll have to wait and see how Randy responds.

Raquel the writer – She could, but she needed to protect her friends.

KairiAnneYukari21 – He's a total arse. We always knew he would come back in some form to exact his revenge for what happened.

LeaMarie F Metallium – This chapter shows the aftermath so you will soon find out.

AngelsDestiny22 – Yes, just as Holly was asserting her independence, that idiot has to come back!

Seth Rollins babe – Aww thank you. And poor Holly indeed. Does she ever catch a break?

Squeegee Beckinhime – Thank you!

Ambrose-kohli-girl – Hunter's concern is genuine. Yes, they have argued, but she is still his sister. So when he sees her in danger, he will jump to her aid

Tantoune – Hunter would never sink so low as to organise the attack. She is his sister and he loves her. He would never put her purposely in danger

Dutchangel1979 – Aww thank you! You're so sweet to say

DeeMarie426 - It makes sense to think that way, but Hunter would never sink so low when it comes to his sister

Gostcat - Of course! I couldn't keep the bad guy away for too long lol.

This chapter is named after 'Feeling Good' by Michael Buble

Holly Helmsley's Point Of View

After The League of Nations had left the stage, everything that followed happened so swiftly and so quickly that I hardly had a moment to let what was happening sink in. The medics rushed to the ring to recover the injured Shield of which none of them had moved yet. I hardly had chance to check on Dean before he was surrounded and my brother was guiding me out of the ring. He led me up the ramp and backstage until we finally reached the safety of his office.

I had no idea what happened beyond the four walls of the room. I wasn't sure what happened to the Shield, Sheamus, or The League of Nations. I assumed Dean and the boys were taken to the medic's office to get checked over and I assumed Sheamus, being the cunning bastard that he was, had managed to get out of the building unscathed.

My head was swimming, it was too confused and lost to even figure everything out. All I knew was that I was in Hunter's office, I had been seated on a chair and that Hunter was pacing behind me, a phone to his ear, his mouth speaking rapidly and urgently. I could barely watch him or concentrate. I could only focus on what the fuck had just happened in that ring.

It amazed me how Sheamus had even managed to get into the building, never mind the fact that he'd actually shown up in the ring. It was pretty obvious that Barrett, Rusev and Del Rio had had a part in all of it, and it saddened me that they had united with him considering the entire roster knew the reason he was fired. They were playing with fire by helping him, they had to know that. None of this could work out well for them.

I should have expected Sheamus to rear his ugly head at some point. I should have realised something was coming eventually. It was down to me that the guy had lost his job and ruined his reputation, and Sheamus had never been the type of guy to take that sort of thing lying down. He was bound to come back at me at some point. He was bound to get his revenge and seek retribution in some way.

Never did I think it'd be in the ring though. Firstly because I never thought he'd be able to get past anyone to get into the ring, and secondly because I always thought it would happen somewhere private, somewhere where he wouldn't be watched or judged, somewhere where he could do whatever he wanted to me. But the thing he asked me for kind of explained why he had been here tonight… and I felt completely foolish for agreeing to it.

I'd granted him a match, I'd allowed him access, not only to the ring and The Shield, but access to a chance of getting his job back. I had complete faith in the hounds to keep Sheamus from getting what he wanted, but there was always that niggling fear in the back of my mind that he could win and actually get what he wanted. The Shield would be outnumbered after all, four against three.

But what else could I have done? How could I not give him what he wanted when I saw two of my closest friends and the man I loved lying there in pain with no way out? It was there only means of escape, it was the only way I could save them, and it was breaking my heart to see them there lying in such a state of pain and hurt, knowing they were there because they had been trying to help and protect me.

As much as it annoyed me, the only hope I had now was Hunter. As much as my brother had been my greatest enemy in the last few days, I had to hope he'd come through for me and not allow this match to go on. I was only the Co-Director of Operations, so whilst I had authority to create matches, there were those above me who could stop them. And my brother was one of those people.

With a simple click of his fingers, he could call this entire match off and say it wasn't going to happen, especially since the person who had asked for it was a fired employee and had no right to be in the ring in the first place.

I slowly raised my head to look at my brother, watching as he spoke animatedly on the phone. I wasn't sure who he was talking to, but I knew he was sorting this giant mess out.

It was strange. I'd come here to call him out, to tell him that my relationship with Dean was happening whether he liked it our not. But after what had happened out there in the ring, I knew that topic of conversation was the last thing on either of our minds. We had bigger problems on our plate right now, and even though we'd had our issues over the last week, we'd have to unite now in order to take on our mutual enemy.

When I woke up this morning, the last thing I expected was to be teaming back up with my brother.

He finally hung up his phone, releasing a sigh as he walked over to his desk and sat down on his chair.

"Who was that?" I asked once I'd found the courage to speak.

"Vince," he said, texting someone, his fingers moving quickly. "I'm trying to sort this whole mess out."

All I could do was nod in understanding as Hunter rubbed his hands over his face before putting the phone down and finally looking at me.

"I'm not even going to ask why you're here or how you managed to get here in the first place," he said. "I know you are supposed to be in Connecticut, but I'll have to save that conversation for another day. I think we have bigger fish to fry right now."

My big brother seemed mad and I had that horrible feeling that it was to do with me.

"I didn't mean to give him the match, Hunter," I said quickly, needing to explain myself before he jumped to conclusions yet again. "I really didn't. I just saw them lying there in pain and I couldn't let it go on. It just wasn't-"

"I'm not blaming you," he quickly reassured me. "If anything I blame myself. I should have got out there sooner. He was half way through his attack before I even knew what was going on."

"How did he even get in?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said. "It's something Steph is sorting with security right now."

"What did Vince say?" I eventually asked him. I looked at him optimistically, waiting to hear how the match had been cancelled, how the police had been informed of Sheamus trespassing, how all of this would quickly be ended and everything could go back to how it was.

But my optimism was quickly shattered when I saw the darkened and annoyed look on Hunter's face. His jaw tensed as he gritted his teeth, his eyebrows dropping in anger as his nostrils flared.

"Vince wants the match," he scowled.

I blinked.

"Please tell me you're joking," I said, not sure whether to believe him or not.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" he said as he stood from his chair, slowly pacing the room again.

I watched him closely, my mouth agape as a sickening feeling washed over my body. My throat closed up, my heart dropping into my stomach as realisation dawned on me and panic flowed through my veins.

"But… But he can't," I said, shaking my head. "He can't… He can't do that."

"He's head of the fucking company, Holly," Hunter said. "He can do whatever he fucking wants."

"W-Why?!" I asked incredulously. "Is he fucking insane? Sheamus isn't even an employee, he's not allowed anywhere near me. I don't understand."

He finally stopped pacing in order to turn and look at me.

"It's because Vince thinks it'll be best for business," Hunter explained. "He knows this fight is personal, it's full of drama, and he knows the audience will invest in the story. A fired employee comes back and takes on The Authority? The Shield vs The League of Nations can bring in big crowds and some good TV time."

"He's doing this for ratings?" I asked incredulously. "He's putting me in danger because he wants viewing figures?" I shook my head, unable to believe it.

"Trust me, a want to smash the old bastard's head through a wall too," he said in frustration.

"Can't you talk to him? Change his mind?" I asked hopefully.

"What do you think I was trying to do on the phone?" he asked as he finally took his seat again. "It's happening, Holly." His fist pounded onto his desk loudly, the sound making me jump. I'd never seen Hunter look so angry before.

I looked at him, my shoulders dropping as I realised there was going to be no way out of this. This match was taking place whether I wanted it to or not.

It was going to be The Shield vs The League of Nations… and if the hounds lost, I didn't even want to comprehend the consequences…

xXx

The Shield left the medic's office that night and were able to return to the hotel in peace. Thankfully none of them had sustained any major injuries or taken any serious damage. They simply needed to rest overnight, take it easy the next day and they'd be back to their usual fighting selves in no time. I was relieved, not only for their safety but because I needed them fighting fit and ready for the match next week.

Knowing Sheamus was out there somewhere and would no doubt be close by, Dean didn't risk my safety for a second. He'd been by my side from the second we'd left the arena and had refused to leave me, making sure I was escorted safely to my hotel room. He had no plans to leave me, so I was grateful the room I had been given had a double bed.

But what concerned me the most was how quiet he had been, how distant he seemed. He'd not uttered a single word since we left the arena unless it was absolutely necessary. He had refused to let my hand go but trying to get a conversation out of him was like trying to get blood from a stone. It just wasn't happening!

He was silent as we drove to the hotel, he was silent as I received my room key from reception and he was silent for the entire elevator ride up to our floor. He said nothing as we walked to my room and words failed him as we went inside and got ourselves comfy.

I was worried, because whenever Dean was like this, it was never good. He was an unstable individual at the best of times, but after everything that had happened tonight, it didn't sit well with me that he was acting like this. I just prayed that things weren't that bad with him that the lunatic would rear his ugly head. It scared me and I just wanted to know that he was alright.

We switched on the TV and settled on the bed to watch some mindless TV programme. I rested my head on his chest as his fingers played idly with my hair, and it was hard to be comfortable in this obvious atmosphere. I figured humor would help to ease the tension so I rested up on my elbows to look at him.

"There's a big wardrobe over there," I said with a smirk. "Might have to hide in there if Hunter comes looking for us."

"He's not the one I'm worried about coming into this room," he said, refusing to look at me, his eyes trained on the television.

I sighed, biting the inside of my cheek. "Is that why you aren't talking? Because of Sheamus?"

He let out an annoyed breath before looking at me.

"I'm pissed off," he began. "Not with you, with myself. As your boyfriend I have one fucking job and that is to keep my girl safe. And I couldn't do that tonight. I majorly fucked up and I'm angry about it."

Ah… so that explains it.

I looked at him, seeing the frustration in his eyes. His body was tense, his teeth gritted.

"Stop beating yourself up about it," I said. "It all turned out alright. I'm fine. Yes, we have a match but-"

"Exactly," he said. "He managed to get a fucking match, a match which he wouldn't have been allowed if I'd managed to get to him first. And now he has a chance to get his job back, and we'll be stuck with him for who knows how fucking long."

"But I have faith in you," I assured him. "If anyone can beat him then it's you and the boys."

"Did you not see what happened in the ring tonight?" he asked. "He had us all in submission holds. No escape, no way out, beating us fair and square. If I couldn't do it tonight, what makes you think I can do it next week?"

"Because you've beaten him before," I said, Dean looking at me with furrowed eyebrows. "That time in the alleyway when he almost strangled me? You beat him to a pulp, Dean. He was bloody, he was broken, and he could barely move. That's how I know you can do it next week."

"I guess," he shrugged.

"And the only way he could be on top tonight was with help. He didn't do any of that damage personally, his friends did. So when it comes to Sheamus himself, I have absolute faith in you."

A small smile managed to slither itself onto his lips. "So you forgive me for failing you tonight?"

"You didn't fail me so there's nothing to forgive," he said, cupping his face in my hands. "Besides there's no one I'd rather have to defend me than you."

I slowly brought my lips to his, kissing him slowly and sensually, running my tongue along his bottom lip until he opened his mouth to give me access. Our tongues slipped against each other as he moved his hand up to my head so his fingers could tangle in my hair.

"You're the best, did you know that?" he mumbled against my lips.

"You've told me once or twice," I giggled before pulling away. He looked at me in confusion at my sudden disappearance from his lips, but he soon understood as I moved down his body until I was straddling his lap, my hands undoing the button of his jeans. I needed to make him smile, I needed to reassure him, I had to do something that would distract him from all that had happened tonight. And I knew exactly what to do that would do that. "And even though my words can cheer you up, and I know something that might work better."

He smirked darkly at me as I undid the zip of his jeans and pulled them down his legs until they were fully off, casting them aside somewhere. I eyed the obvious bulge inside his boxers, licking my lips in anticipation.

"And what's that, Miss Helmsley?" he asked, his voice low and gritty.

"I think you know where this is going, Mr Ambrose," I replied as I began to palm his erection through the material.

A hiss left his lips, his eyes darkening as he looked down at me, my lips smiling as he was giving me the exact reactions I wanted. It was quite nice for the shoe to be on the other foot for once. Normally it was Dean being the dominant one and the one in charge. It was finally my chance to take the lead and I wanted to show this stunning man in front of me exactly what I could do.

He sat up and propped himself up on his elbows in order to get a better view of what I was doing as I slowly pulled his boxers down. His erection sprung free, the organ tall and hard and just waiting to be touched. I couldn't tare my eyes from it.

"See something you like?" he asked me with a raised eyebrow.

I bit my lip, my tongue eager to taste it. "You bet I do…"

I gently pressed forward until it was right by my mouth, my lips pressing a light and soft kiss to the tip. I hear a growl rumble in his chest.

"I'm going to need more than that, baby," he said.

"Patience, sweetheart," I said teasingly. "Patience…"

I pressed another kiss to the tip before opening my mouth a little and wrapping my lips around the head, my tongue darting out to swirl around it, purposely taking my time.

"Fuck…" I heard him moan, his head falling back as the sensations of my mouth hit him.

Rather pleased with the reactions I was getting, I slowly moved my mouth further and further down his length until the head hit the back of my throat. I almost gagged but thankfully managed to pull my mouth back up again before I could. I moved to take his entire length again, bringing my tongue with me this time, allowing it to run down to the base. He tasted amazing, fucking exquisite. I brought my head back up before setting a steady pace.

"Oh god…" he growled.

His hand slid into my hair, the added pressure only spurring me on further, allowing me to take him in deeper and make him feel amazing.

"Baby…" he groaned. "You have… no idea…"

I wanted to reply, but I knew that would mean he would no longer be in my mouth. And there was no way I was letting him go. So I replied with my actions, setting a faster pace, allowing my tongue to lap eagerly against him, sucking lightly. He seemed to like this, his moans getting deeper and heavier.

He began to buck his hips up against me and I knew he needed more.

"So close…" he moaned. "I'm close, baby…"

I knew he needed something extra, something that would tip him over the edge. So I moved my hand and began playing with his balls, massaging them gently, my mouth never letting up.

"Fuck… Fuck… Holly!" he cried out, my eyes scrunching tightly closed as I felt something salty hit the back of my throat. He finally came and I drank up every last tasty drop of him, letting none of it go to waste.

Once I knew he'd finished, I finally pulled away from him, wiping the saliva away from my mouth, looking down at him proudly.

He simply lay there, his chest heaving, fighting to get his breath back. All he could do was look at me, his eyes heavy, his forehead sweaty.

"So," I began. "Did that work better than my words?"

He suddenly grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me to him, crashing his mouth to mine in a heated, sensual, sloppy kiss, one of the best he'd ever given me. His tongue was everywhere, touching me, licking me, tasting me, showing me how satisfied he was. I could barely keep the grin from my lips.

"I was right," he managed to murmur, his fingers swiftly undoing the buttons of my shirt. "You are definitely the best ever."

Again, a huge thanks to labinnacslove, Chermayne, beautifultragedyxxx, irishblue69, Raquel the writer, KairiAnneYukari21, LeaMarie F Metallium, AngelsDestiny22, Seth Rollins babe, Squeegee Beckinhime, ambrose-kohli-girl, Tantoune, dutchangel1979, DeeMarie426 and gostcat for their reviews.

Also, my newest story will be going up in the next few days! So excited for it. It's called 'Fraternize' and its a Seth Rollins/OC story. So keep your eyes open for that if you are interested. I have so much planned for it, it's gonna be a good one.