Chapter 27 – Not Tonight

The days were getting longer for the guys as WrestleMania was approaching quickly. The month of March usually went insanely fast for that reason alone. Every wrestler employed with WWE and all WWE fans lived for WrestleMania; from Thursday to Sunday the wrestlers basically belonged to the fans.

Thursday, Friday and Saturday was WrestleMania Axxess, where the fans got to actually meet whatever superstar they wanted took pictures, got autographs and even got to speak with them and ask them questions.

Saturday night was the Hall Of Fame induction ceremony and banquet.

Sunday was of course WrestleMania the Pay Pre-View itself.

The boys were dealing with everything on their own for WrestleMania weekend. Amaya kept in touch with them hourly from Mendocino because there was no way she was leaving her sister and they fully understood that. She was sitting in the bed next to Amyra with Safina asleep in the cot next to them.

Amaya had been particularly proud of the guys when all three of them figured out a way to get the WrestleMania PPV to Amyra's hospital room. Once Safina was awake she climbed up on the bed and laid long ways down Amaya's body because she knew she couldn't lay like that on her mother; at least not until the incision was healed and the staples had been removed.

Amyra's doctor had already been in and checked her out and asked her a few questions. As far as everyone could tell her body wasn't rejecting the lungs. She had daily breathing exercises and a breathing therapy of sorts. But he could tell just within the few days since the transplant that everything seemed to be working perfect; he was extremely happy with her progress.

Amaya stepped out of the room during the examination to answer her cell. "Seth, you're getting ready to wrestle at one of the most important Pay Pre-View's in WWE history. Why are you calling me?" She asked softly.

Seth chuckled. "Because all three of us are really fuckin nervous right now."

Amaya laughed softly as she leaned against the wall opposite her sister's room. "Put me on speaker phone." She instructed and waited for him to say so; a few seconds later he gave the ok. Amaya cleared her throat. "Okay I want all three of you to listen up, because I don't want to have this conversation with you again. I'm having it with you right now because you're still considered rookies within the company and you need someone to kick you in the ass and since I'm your assistant I will gladly kick all three of you in the ass."

She laughed as she heard her boys chuckling. "I have every confidence in the world that you three are going places and starting tonight you're going to literally take the wrestling world by storm. I know you guys are slated to win - but tonight is when you guys are going to show why you deserve to win. You will be showcasing all your talent in the ring with three of the biggest names in WWE history and you're going to prove to everyone why you three are winning all your matches every night. I love each of you in a completely different way and you have no idea just how proud of all of you I am."

Dean scoffed. "Are you going to start crying princess?"

Amaya laughed. "I just might sweet prince; I just might. Go out there and show them exactly why Paul and Stephanie signed you guys to the main roster. And please be careful don't make me worry about you. I'll talk with you guys after you get back to the hotel."

A couple of hours later, Amaya watched as Dean, Seth and Roman's hands were all raised in victory. It had been a grueling match but they definitely came out on top and looked good doing it. She knew they would be jacked through the roof and wouldn't call them. If they wanted to talk to her she knew they would call her, but she wouldn't bother them while they were celebrating. She couldn't have been prouder of her boys. She snuggled into the bed with Amyra and Safina as they turned a movie on and the lights were low. After all the yelling and excitement of watching WrestleMania they needed some quiet and relaxation.

Dean was jacked through the roof; he and Zaria were headed back to the hotel and were going to celebrate their own way. Roman and Seth were going to a bar and grill to eat and drink to do their own celebrating; they were both missing Amaya and needed a guy's night out. Roman would be seeing her on his days off but Seth would be going back to Davenport, Iowa to check up on his mom and help her with the upcoming reunion. It was a couple of months away still; but his mom was still somewhat weak from being sick.

Zaria felt Dean squeeze her hand softly; she looked up at him with a soft smile as they walked into the hotel. "We should get changed and come back down and sit in the hot tub. The warm water would do your muscles some good."

Dean looked down as he pulled her closer and wrapped his arm around her waist. They stopped in front of the elevator and hit the button. She was always concerned with how he felt after matches. Why he couldn't just tell her he loved her was beyond him. Because he DID love her. He was IN love with her.

He'd only been in love a couple of times, one girl he was engaged to and left at the altar because he found out she'd cheated on him the night before their wedding and being the vindictive shithead Dean was he went to the wedding the next day walked half way down the aisle before he flipped her the bird and told her he wasn't marrying a cheating whore and turned around and left.

The second time he fell in love was with Rebecca Reyes – Known in the wrestling Indy world as Reby Sky. But at the time he and his best friend Solomon Crowe decided they would share her as a girlfriend; he knew love had nothing to do with what they did with her and if Dean had been any kind of man he would've told her straight up he liked her as more then a shared girlfriend, but sadly enough he didn't and paid the price when it ended. It lasted for a bit before she went to both guys and told them she'd fallen in love with someone. That had been about 6 months before WWE signed him to his developmental contract. So it had been almost a year since he'd last thought about her.

Dean squeezed Zaria's waist as he leaned down and captured her lips with his. His hand came up as his index finger traced the outline of her soft lips as his blue/grey eyes locked with her emerald ones. His hand slid down and gave her jean covered backside a firm squeeze as he kissed her lips again.

Zaria reached up as she cupped Dean's cheeks in her hands and deepened the kiss. She felt Dean's free hand join his other hand as it filled itself with her other butt cheek and squeezed again. This man could light her on fire with little touches, kisses and gropes.

Dean groaned into Zaria's mouth as she rubbed her body against the front of his body; he felt his dick twitch in his jeans. They were pulled apart as the elevator dinged. They turned to step on the elevator and Dean stopped in his tracks; staring back at him was his best friend Solomon Crowe…and Rebecca Reyes. They were staring at each other a little too lovingly for Dean.

Dean cleared his throat and watched as both sets of eyes snapped forward to meet his. Within a matter of seconds both pairs looked guilty; immensely guilty. "So I'll just go ahead and say it – at least now I know why you haven't been returning my phone calls." His normally blue/grey eyes were now a fire ridden blue; clearly a sign of his anger.

"It's not like that Dean." Rebecca stated. She felt Solomon's hand tighten around hers to keep her in place.

Dean's glare snapped to her. "Was I talking to you bitch?"

"Don't talk to her like that!" Solomon growled. "She didn't do anything wrong. Blame me if you want too."

Dean's glare snapped back to Solomon. "Why you asked her to lie for you and her? The last time I saw either of you; she was giving us some heartfelt story of how she couldn't be with either of us anymore because she'd fallen in love with someone else. So how long have you two been together?" Dean asked with malice in his tone.

Solomon groaned. "Since two seconds after she broke up with the both of us. We were ready to try a real relationship together and without you; as mean as it sounds. We just wanted to try it alone just me and her."

Dean narrowed his eyes at the couple. "I don't care how fuckin mean is sounds now; the fact that you both fuckin lied to me then and the hundreds of unanswered calls lets me know exactly how you two felt from the beginning." His fiery blue eyes went to Rebecca. "And if you didn't want to do the whole three way dating bullshit all you had to do was say so. It's not like I was holding a gun to your head Rebecca."

Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Please Dean you've always had such a short fuse if I even denied you for a second you would've gotten pissed and had me thrown from the promotion we were all in. Your temper is always making decisions for you; you have no control over it, you never have and never will. You're a sick bastard and once your spiteful side comes out no one is safe."

"That's bullshit Rebecca and you know it." Dean growled through clenched teeth. "I did everything but bend over backwards to make YOU happy and no one else." Dean raked his fingers through his haphazard hair with a snarl. "I helped you get a push in the promotion when they were the one who wanted to toss you out on your talentless ass because Solomon didn't have enough pull yet. And now you're standing here telling me you didn't even want to be with me but you wanted to be with someone who couldn't get you the job."

"I had enough pull to keep her in the company and keep her in my arms." Solomon snapped.

"It's easy to keep someone in the company if they are fuckin someone who is a big name in the company." Dean glared at his supposed best friend. "Yea you kept her in your arms alright. It's nice to know my best friend lied to me and avoided me for a year for some stale pussy that doesn't have a shred of wrestling talent."

The sting of the slap wasn't even felt but the echo of it traveled the entire hall of the hotel as Dean was looking to the left after Rebecca slapped the taste out of his mouth. Dean ran his tongue along the inside of his right cheek. She always did hit like a girl.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Zaria growled out; stepping up she put her hand against her face and shoved her as hard as she could. She smirked as the girl Dean addressed as Rebecca fell back and into Solomon's arms.

Solomon got Rebecca to a vertical base again on her feet. "Who the fuck are you?" He growled in the girl's direction.

"Now it's my turn." Dean shook his head; stepping up next to Zaria. "Don't talk to her that way." Dean felt Zaria take his hand and he squeezed it lightly. "She's got more loyalty in her pinky finger than either of you have in your whole bodies." He looked down at her as she looked up at him and he winked at her. "It's none of either of your businesses who she is."

"I thought you only had a thing for female wrestlers." Rebecca stated as her eyes looked the woman up and down. "She doesn't look like much."

Dean smirked. "Well she's not a slut like you and she's not trying to fuck her way to the top like you. And no she might not be a wrestler but I tap out to her every night." Dean squeezed her hand again. "C'mon beautiful; we've got a date in our hotel room." They stepped onto the elevator past Rebecca and Solomon as they stepped off.

Zaria tapped Rebecca's shoulder as the girl spun around to face Zaria. Zaria pulled back her arm and pushed forward as hard as she could socking Rebecca in the jaw and knocking her out. Zaria watched satisfied as Rebecca's body crumbled into Solomon's arms. "When your girlfriend wakes up; tell her next time she wants to slap someone it shouldn't be my boyfriend."

Dean chuckled. "Damn baby, if I know that's what it would take to get you fired up I would've paid one of the Diva's to slap the shit out of me sooner." He watched as the elevator doors closed as he turned and pressed Zaria to the elevator wall as he captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

Once they got back to the room, Dean watched as she walked in and sat on the couch. He noticed her knuckles started to bruise; she wasn't a wrestler so her body wasn't condition for fighting. Dean wrapped some ice in a towel, before walked over and squatting down in front of her and wrapped the towel around Zaria's right hand; he pulled the ice back as he kissed her knuckled softly.

Zaria smiled softly as she leaned over and kissed his lips softly. "I'm not made of glass you know."

Dean chuckled and as he stood up he scoped her up into his arms. "C'mon Rocky Marciano a soak in a tub with keep your knuckled and hand from swelling and lessen the pain."

"You know my legs aren't broken…My hand is just bruised." Zaria pointed out with a smirk on her face.

"Shut up and enjoy the contact baby."

Dean chuckled as he took her to his room and started a bath for the both of them.

Eventually he would have to tell her he loved her.

But not tonight; tonight he was going to pamper her for punching the bitch that broke his heart.