Chapter 16
Mark could only stare at Jetta, his green eyes dark with anger though it wasn't directed at her. It was at that pregnant bitch that just come in here and bitten his head off for who even knew WHAT about. "What the hell was that all about?" He demanded, trying to keep his voice calm.
Jetta needed him right now? Well how the hell was he supposed to know that? He couldn't be with her all goddamn night, they both had jobs to do. So unless she came to him with a problem, just WHAT was he supposed to do about it?
"Nothing, she's just an interfering bitch who needs to mind her own goddamn business." Jetta growled, angrily wiping her tears away, and walked over to grab some tissue. Cayla had a lot of nerve, dragging her in here, especially while they were both working. "You're busy, I know and I tried telling her, but I couldn't very well elbow a pregnant woman. She has a fucking hard grip." She sighed when Mark just stood there, waiting, his face the same. "Just forget about it Mark. You're busy and so am I." She went to walk out, knowing what the rules between them were.
Mark followed, grabbing her by the arm, and whipped her around. "Give a man a chance to say something, won't you?" He breathed, bending down and kissing her, breaking all the rules, again. He pulled back, frowning, and looked down at her gloved hand. "You didn't hit something again, did you? What was it that made Cayla drag you in there?"
Just the mere thought of what Vince demanded of her caused more tears to flow down her cheeks as Mark pulled her back in his dressing room and sat her down on the couch. Jetta couldn't talk as she buried her face in her hands. "I-I don't know what I did to him to make him hate me so goddamn much! This is who I am. Just because I'm not a 'proper lady' gives him NO right to do this..." She felt Mark's hand lift her chin up until their eyes met and a rush of emotion suddenly flowed through her as Jetta kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly, kissing him with every ounce of feeling she could muster up. Like she would die if he wasn't there with her. Like he was her lifeline.
Wow, this kiss was, wow. That's all Mark could think, wondering where this had come from and even though it was wrong, prayed she came to him the next time something pissed her off because she was kissing him like she'd never kissed him before. Finally, he had to pull away from her, needing to breathe and offered a crooked smile.
"Darlin', Vince is a jackass." Mark took in a gulp of air. "Just ignore him or hit him. Better then hitting walls."
Jetta laughed softly and pressed her forehead against his, taking his hand in her good one, entwining their fingers together. "I wanted to hit him, you have no idea." She whispered, also breathing heavily and pulled back enough to stare into his beautiful emerald green eyes, her lips slightly swollen. "He told me that I need to stay away from you, that you don't need to be distracted by a whore like me." She watched as that dark expression suddenly lit up into full blown rage, swallowing hard. The emeralds in his eyes were now pure acid as he released her abruptly and stalked out of his dressing room, blinking. 'Oh shit!' She thought before going after him.
"Not now, Jetta, go back to work." Mark ordered gruffly, hearing her behind him. He was seeing red, soon he'd be seeing even MORE red when Vince's body lay broken and bleeding at his feet. Maybe he'd turn Vince's head into a fucking trophy for Jetta. He smirked evilly at the thought, storming into Stephanie's office. "Where is he?"
"Mark, Tim gave me the night off!" Jetta said from behind as she walked into Stephanie's office, seeing how terrified she was, and sighed as she held her hand up. Mark wasn't going to hurt Stephanie or her, she knew that and watched as he slowly turned around. "Vince came and saw me while I was working, again, and demanded that I stop seeing you, called me a distracting whore, like I told you and then said he would keep fining me if I didn't leave you alone. That every time you jumped script in the ring, he would fine me and they would raise with every one he gave me." Jetta seen Stephanie's blue eyes widen in shock and Jetta just nodded at her solemnly.
"Excuse me." She sat down at her desk and promptly picked up the phone.
"Who're you calling?"
"My mother."
Mark leaned back against the wall, arms folded over his chest, a stony expression on his face. He could tell that the conversation wasn't going over with Linda because Stephanie's blue eyes were getting wider and wider with each word Linda was apparently saying. He was beginning to wish he could hear what she was saying, wondering if by chance the woman had a mouth like a sailor when she was really upset. Not that he was going to let her get to her husband first. Oh no, he was STILL going to kill Vince.
"It's going to be handled." Stephanie stated when she was finished, setting the phone down, and raked a hand through her hair. "Jetta, my mom thinks you should take anger management classes." When Jetta went to interrupt, Stephanie held her hand up. "Wait, let me finish. We know how big of an instigator my father is and he's going to be handled accordingly, but you do have a bad temper and it needs to be toned down. We're going to pay you for two months. That will give you time for your hand to heal. The classes will be in L.A. and they'll be private, just you and an instructor. It's more of a way to get your anger out than anything else, a different form instead of self mutilation."
Jetta was gritting her teeth as she dropped her head, looking defeated, and asked, "When do I leave?"
"Tonight."
"Tonight? You have got to be fucking kidding?" Mark said, taking a step forward, hands clenched at his sides. If he didn't simmer down, they'd be carting his ass off next. Yeah right. "Why tonight?" He demanded, looking at Jetta, his green eyes furious. "Why the hell can't she take classes on the road? You bring in shrinks for the Superstars, how's this any damn different?"
"Believe me Mark, this is for the best if she's off the road." Stephanie replied as she stood up, walking around to stand in front of her desk, arms folded. "My father is going to be in an upcoming storyline so he's going to be traveling regularly with the rest of the company. With Jetta here, that's going to...make things complicated and it would be better for her to be away from all of this and clear her mind."
Jetta knew she had a point, but still couldn't believe they wanted to send her back to home to take them. Mark was angry, she could tell, but knew she really didn't have a choice in the matter. "Your father better leave me alone or I'm going to kill him." She giggled when Mark snarled 'not if I get to him first', nodding. "What time does my flight leave?"
"Ten o'clock and don't worry. If I know my mother, and I do, she's probably throwing every name in the book at him at this very moment."
"That's nothing compared to what I'm going to do to him." Mark said flatly, cracking his knuckles. He was NOT happy with these developments and knew none of this would have ever happened if Vince had kept his mouth to himself. "Why does he hate Jetta so damn much anyway? Because she doesn't fit the McMahon poster child model for success? No offense Stephanie."
"That's how my father sees every person who is apart of the McMahon family unfortunately. Though I've told him several times to go shove his beliefs up his ass. I do what I want when I want, I'm not daddy's little girl like everyone thinks."
"I knew I liked you for a reason." Jetta smirked and walked over, hugging her third cousin, sighing heavily. "Thank you for...well for calling Linda and everything.
"You're welcome and don't worry. When you get back, everything will be fine and my father will leave you alone. Either that or he's going to lose over half of everything he owns plus his entire investment." Stephanie's blue eyes sparkled wickedly. "My mother can be vindictive when she wants to be."
Nodding, Jetta walked back over to stand by Mark, feeling the rage pouring off of him in buckets.
All he could was nod at Stephanie, taking Jetta by the hand that wasn't injured and guided her out into the hallway, not giving a fuck who saw them anymore. Like it made a difference now? She was leaving. All thanks to that peckerwood Vince.
"I'm going to kill him." He growled, finally turning to look down at her, the anger fading from him as he stared into her beautiful blue eyes. "I don't want you to go."
"I know." She whispered, tears shining in her blue eyes, and blinked them back. "It's two months and then I'll be back."
Her heart was pounding in and out of her chest rapidly, the fear consuming her. What if he found someone else? What if she came back and they weren't together anymore? Jetta pulled his face down to hers, kissing him again with so much passion and feeling that people actually stopped to stare at them. Her heart belonged to him and she knew it. Even though this was her first relationship, she loved Mark truly. She'd fallen for him that night at Sturgis, when they were watching the sunrise together. Jetta didn't let him go as he lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, her hands cupping his face, kissing him like this was the last time they would ever see each other again.
"Hey, hey." Mark murmured against her lips, holding her pressed to his body, not caring who saw them. "This isn't goodbye darlin'. It ain't like I can't come see you on my days off." He assured her, running a hand through her honey blonde hair, pressing his forehead to hers. "We're not going to let this beat us, Jetta." He promised.
She nodded back at him, gripping his strong arms in her hands and let her eyes take in every feature, sealing it to her memory. She couldn't give up hope, but at the same time, it was two months and she knew Mark wouldn't be getting very many days off. Jetta kissed him again before wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, letting a few tears flow as she buried her face in his hair, inhaling his intoxicating scent.
"What have you done to me, Mark Calaway?" She whispered, feeling him tighten his arms around her.
He had turned her into a...a woman. The thought made her both cringe and jump for joy at the same time and she refused to let him go, not right now. She was drinking every second in she could with him before she had to leave.
"I could ask you the same, Jetta..." His brow wrinkled for a moment, finally shaking his head, the crooked smile returning. "Looks like we've been making each other grow up, darlin'." Mark finally whispered, his eyes devouring her whole. "I'm gonna be calling you every night, I'll probably blow up your cell." He joked awkwardly, not so good with farewells, especially when he didn't want them to happen. Particularly with her.
Jetta smiled back at him as he gently lowered her to the floor, staring deeper into his green eyes, and felt his forehead press against hers. "I love you." She whispered, kissing him one last time before breaking away from him, and running out of the arena.
Mark slumped back against the wall, rubbing his face with his hands. He ignored the question if he was alright from Glen, wondering why the man had to always be there for his weak moments. Glen must have had special radar or something.
"Not in the mood." He whispered.
"Hey, anyone seen Jets? I wanna show her my chicken."
Grunting, Mark pushed away from the wall and walked away, too upset to even threaten John.
John frowned, holding up a rubber chicken. "It was just a joke."
Jetta had to get out of there before she wasn't able to leave, tears streaming down her cheeks. She ran all the way to the hotel and packed her bags, getting a cab to go to the airport. Linda had called her and explained that her classes would start on Monday. She sighed and reluctantly thanked her before closing the lid to her cell phone, putting it on vibrate. Throughout the drive, Jetta cried harder than she ever had before and prayed Mark waited for her.