Chapter 14
Seriously, Mark was going to break script and choke slam his 'brother' straight to hell. Glen was STILL talking, while they were supposed to be WORKING. "Will you shut the fuck up and do your job?" He hissed when Glen started talking over the referee, having backed Edge into their corner.
"Sure, when you listen to me." Glen said conversationally, choking Adam half to death. "She's a woman, bad ass bitch, I'll grant you that, but you need to...I don't know...fuck less, talk more?"
"Who're we talking about?" Adam gasped.
Randy had gotten in the ring and put Mark in a headlock, squeezing while talking at the same time. "What's going on?"
"Apparently Taker and his woman are having issues."
Randy promptly got tombstoned in the center of the ring.
Adam cringed before he was choke slammed, the brothers pinning both of them at the same time for the victory.
Deciding jumping script might not be too bad an idea, Mark slowly turned to face Glen.
"Don't be hating, not my fault-" Glen's eyes widened when he got choke slammed as well. "You broke script!" He groaned from the canvas, staring up as Mark loomed over him.
Mark just snorted, exiting the ring.
"Do I DARE ask why you broke script?" Vince demanded as soon as Mark was backstage, frowning.
"Leave me alone or I'll be breaking your ass next." Mark threatened, pushing the man aside.
Great, now Jetta was causing problems with his wrestlers.
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After hearing Cayla rant and rave for another hour, Jetta couldn't take it anymore and sent the woman packing. Glen had called her, which had been the perfect excuse, practically shoving her out the door before popping two aspirin. She loved Cayla, she truly did, but the woman grated her nerves down to nothing. Not to mention Jetta was starting to have second thoughts about her and Mark.
They'd been going for three months and, no matter how much she didn't want to admit it, Cayla was right. All her and Mark did was have sex. Every night he would be sleeping because Jetta had to stay after at the arena usually to take the ring set down and he would wake up and join her in the shower. Sure, he asked her how her night had been and she told him, asking him the same thing, but that was it. Then it was straight fucking and she didn't mind it at first. Though thanks to Cayla's words, Jetta was starting to wonder if this was a healthy relationship.
Hell, she'd never been in one, how was she supposed to know?
When Mark had finally gotten back to the hotel, it temporarily shocked him to find Jetta there. Then remembered what Glen had said about her taking off for the night. He had showered at the arena and changed so he didn't have to do anything besides drop down onto the bed beside her and hope Glen was in pain. "How's your hand darlin'?" He asked softly.
"You know me. I like a little pain." Jetta winked back at him, laying in bed under the comforter and watched as he walked around, setting his things down on the floor. She pushed Cayla's words out of her mind, refusing to believe them. Her and Mark were fine the way they were. They both enjoyed each other and that's all that mattered. Jetta smiled as she watched Mark take his shirt off, laying on her side, and reached back to turn the lamp off while he undressed fully and climbed into bed with her. "How was your night?" She asked, pressing soft kisses to his neck while his arms wrapped around her.
"Interesting." Mark replied, leaning back over her to turn the light back on, not ready for sleep or sex yet. "I want to see your hand, Jetta." He said firmly, looking down at it, and inhaled sharply. "What'd you do? Hit something?" Or someone most likely. He sat up, reaching out to gently grab her hand, studying the bruises and cuts.
"Mark, it's nothing..." Jetta raked a hand through her hair with her good hand, watching as he examined it carefully, and bit back a hiss of pain when he gingerly pressed on it. "I told you I hit the building. It's fractured, I've had worse before."
She took her hand away from him and laid back down while he stared down at her. She didn't want to talk about what happened, though she somehow knew he wanted to know why she'd hit the building. She wouldn't tell him unless he asked though and tucked it against her chest so he couldn't grab it again.
"And just why did you punch the building?" Mark asked, pinching the bridge of his nose before getting back up, retrieving his bag and pulled out a small jar, tossing it on the bed beside her. "Try that, it'll help with the bruising and the pain." He suggested, setting back down, studying her thoughtfully.
They had been together for awhile now, if he could even call it that. All they did was sleep, fuck and work. Maybe Glen had a point.
"Because my cousin's husband is a fucking asshole, that's why." Jetta stated through gritted teeth, sitting up and rested her head back against the headboard, closing her eyes. "He called me a bitch in front of Tim all because I told him to thank Linda for the job. He didn't give me the fucking job, Mark, she did and we both know it. He had no right calling me a bitch and because I told the TRUTH, he fucking tried fining me. FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS. I'm NOT paying it and I've already called Linda to tell her to handle her hubby or I'm GONE." She stood up from the bed, her blood on fire just by thinking about Vince McMahon and clenched her fists tightly at her sides, ignoring the pain that shot up her injured hand.
Mark wondered if she had ever been told she needed anger management classes because her temper sometimes was just out of the normal range, especially how quick it surfaced. Then he figured it someone had, she'd probably ran them over with her Chopper. Of course he was expecting a fine of his own, but...he didn't mind paying it. Definitely worth it.
"Want to go for a ride?"
"What?" The question completely knocked her for a loop as she turned around to face him, the anger diminishing as she sighed heavily, leaning back against the wall. "I'm not mad at you, Mark. I'm not generally an angry person, but ever since I started working for that bastard's company, I can't help being edgy. I hate him. You don't understand what he's done to me, or tried anyway." She slid down the wall, her knee drawn up, and closed her eyes. "He's trying to purposely make my life miserable so I quit and it's not going to happen. If he wants me out, he's going to have to fire me to my face and then deal with my cousin's wrath." Suddenly, Jetta began smirking at the thought of Linda putting Vince in his place and stood up. "Maybe that won't be so bad after all..."
"I never said you were mad at me, darlin'." Mark said calmly, getting up and pulling on his jeans, turning to watch her as he buttoned them up. "But considering we both had interesting nights, I figured a ride would cool us down." Mainly her, but... "Want me to deal with his ass?" How come he had known Vince was up to something? He was going to pound his boss into oblivion just for fun.
"No, I'll handle him." Jetta replied as she walked over to grab a pair of jeans out of her bag, slipping them on. She deftly braided her hair back, knowing how fast Mark went on his bike, and pulled her leather jacket on she'd gotten at a Harley Davidson shop a few weeks ago. She sat on the bed, slipping her black steel toed boots on, ignoring her hand, and pulled her black fingerless gloves on before turning to face him. This would probably be the first time they wouldn't have sex right away after a hard night at work. "I'm ready when you are."
Nodding, Mark finished adjusting his own bandana, having braided his hair as well, not in the mood for her to pull it out if it got in her eyes. He took the hand that wasn't injured and guided her from the room. He'd had his Harley pulled off the truck that night simply because he knew riding put him in a better mood. Since Jetta hadn't rode in awhile, she would probably enjoy a spur of the moment ride.
"I'd let ya drive, but..." The Harley was his baby, he was the driver, always.
"No need for explanation." She smiled up at him, looking forward to a ride. It'd been over three months since she'd last been on a motorcycle. His Harley came into view and Jetta was grinning, her bad mood completely gone, and pulled him toward it. When he mounted it, Jetta stood before him and softly kissed his lips, cupping his face tenderly in her hands. "Thank you." She whispered softly before rubbing her nose against his and mounted on the back, immediately wrapping her arms around his waist and felt a rush of adrenaline mixed with warmth flow through her at the sound of the Harley purring.
Ignoring the speed limit signs that lined the parking lot, Mark peeled out of there and cut straight through the traffic, zipping down a narrow side street. He was in a reckless mood, which was something Jetta could appreciate since she was often that way as well. They wouldn't be leaving the city, not when they had an early morning, but that didn't mean they couldn't beat around the city, providing he could play beat the cops if he had too. Mark actually smirked at the thought.
Jetta was giggling as she let go of him to put her arms in the air, squeezing her thighs against the seat when he made sharp turns, her blue eyes glowing in the night. It was amazing there were no cops in sight and she laughed when Mark blew a stop sign. She loved a man who took chances and broke the law. Mark was perfect for her as Jetta sighed, knowing she would have to cool it with her temper, and closed her eyes. Maybe anger management classes were in order, like Cayla had suggested earlier in the night, though Jetta had snapped when she said that. She would definitely have to reconsider it.
"Aww hell..." Mark groaned, still grinning when sirens blared behind them, seeing red and blue flashing when he glanced over his shoulder. "Should we pull over?" He shouted, laughing when she shouted 'hell no' back at him. Mark waited until they were on an open stretch before spinning into a 180 and zoomed right on past the cop.
"I HATE MOTORCYCLES!" The unfortunate cop screamed angrily, coming to a complete halt, barely avoiding getting smashed into by another car.
Jetta was laughing so hard as she waved three fingers back at the cop, feeling Mark's shoulders shaking and reached over to kiss his cheek. "You're incredible." She whispered in his ear so he would hear her before sitting back down, running her hands up and down his chest, feeling completely content at the moment, not to mention downright amused. Mark was indeed the perfect man for her, he matched her temper and didn't give a damn about authority.
He already knew that, he'd landed her didn't he? But...Mark would never say that aloud. He liked his head where it was at and Jetta was hellcat enough to knock if off his shoulders. After running to nearly empty on the gas, he decided to call it a night, though it was early morning. They could crash for a few hours, get up, and go after he topped off.
Jetta was laughing as she stumbled into the hotel room, shaking her head, and peeled her leather jacket off. "That was unbelievable." She turned around and jumped into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist and kissed him breathless before jumping down, taking her braid out. "We'll definitely have to do that more often." Jetta's blue eyes were sparkling as she pulled her jeans off and climbed into bed, letting out a loud yawn while Mark stared at her. "Do I have a booger up my nose?"
Mark arched an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side. "Now that you mention it, yes." He grunted, tossing her a box of tissue, smirking when she flipped him off. He let his hair down and stripped down to just his jeans, knowing by the time he pulled his ass out of bed, they'd probably be in a rush to go. He'd sleep in the jeans and when he got up all he'd have to do is pull on a fresh shirt. He was a guy, he was gross. "Yeah, we'll definitely have to do that more often. Maybe we should get your Chopper and bring it on the road with us."
"That sounds like heaven on earth." Jetta whispered, immediately snuggling against him, not caring that he was sleeping in his jeans.
She found it sexy actually and kissed his lips softly before curling up against him. Maybe Cayla was right, maybe they didn't need to have sex all the time. Maybe some communication and actual getting to know each other was needed. Sighing with those thoughts in mind, Jetta fell asleep.