Chapter 8
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Shane sat in his hotel room at the small desk. The desk lamp barely lit up the desk let alone the whole room. Executive suite? Huh. Executive my ass! He looked down at what he had wrote on the note pad and smiled to himself as he saw how his plan was coming along. He stopped mid sentence and stretched, turning in his seat to look out of the window at the rain soaked streets. It wasn't even 3am yet on that rainy Thursday in Washington. He and the other Alliance members had all arrived at the hotel yesterday morning and although Smackdown was being broadcast the following evening at the Verizon Centre, he had spent the majority of his time here locked up in his office, scribbling down all the ideas, thoughts and daydreams of how he'd take out Dwayne 'The fucking Rock' Johnson for good.
He looked back down at the notepad again and smiled, satisfied with what he had written. Things had came along since his last meeting with the select few wrestlers after RAW in Kentucky. He grinned even more when he thought back to his conversation with his sister and Paul, how they actually believed him when he told them he had a long hard think about things and that his emotions got the better of him...
"So, if I'm hearing this correctly, the plan you had is now off?" Stephanie digested the information from where she sat, her arms crossed, brow furrowed. "You don't want to take him out any more? That's what you're saying?"
Paul was just as stunned. "But he embarrassed you! In front of the entire world!
Thanks for reminding me jackass. Shane bit his tongue. He had to keep calm otherwise this wouldn't work. "I know I sound crazy but after reviewing what I said the other night and the last few weeks I think I let my emotions get the better of me, I really do." He replied with a small sigh from the chair at the same desk where he was sitting now.
Stephanie was still unsure whether or not he was lying. Her older brother was a renowned bullshitter. "Shane you worship the ground Trish Stratus walks on and now you're telling us that you don't want to carry out your plan any more and that you are just gonna move on and focus on the next PPV, Survivor Series?"
Shane nodded keeping up with his little act. "Exactly." He leaned forward and crossed his arms and smiled warmly at his younger sister. "Steph, I had just got my ass handed to me in front of the fucking world! Of course I was pissed and surely you know what that's like? I mean hello! You and Paul used to fight every fucking week for Chrissake! I got mad. Knew Rocky was trying to get back with Trish and assumed if I got some of the guys to beat him up...again and this time really injure him so he wouldn't be able to wrestle again then maybe just maybe Trish would come to me with open arms." He chuckled slightly to show he was genuinely trying to move on but at the same time get them to believe him so he could really move on with his plan without their involvement.
"I guess, now that you think about it, it was a little far fetched." Paul concluded with a small smile turning to Stephanie who still sat weighing up what her brother told her. Shane smiled at Paul. Score one. He turned his attention back to his sister. Gotta up the ante. He reached out and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. She looked down at her hand then up to her brother. He seemed to be much more calmer and back to the normal Shane she knew and loved.
Maybe he's telling the truth, he does have a stupid assed temper and he's right we all get angry from time to time...I mean I do fight a lot with Paul... She grinned when she thought of her husband who was currently injured and would be out of action for the foreseeable future thanks to Kurt and Chris' interference to his match against Stone Cold, a few months back, who turned out to be a traitor and was actually working for Vince. But they got revenge, DDP and Rhyno took him out the following week on RAW. Last time she heard, poor Steve was due for some neck surgery again.
"What?" Shane asked, noticing her cheerful expression, not wanting to celebrate too soon but couldn't help being Happy as Larry as he knew he had gotten away with it. The dumb fucks actually believed every word he said!
"Just thinking about what you said...about Paul." She shook her head with a smile. "You're right we do stupid stuff when we're angry." Her grin got wider. "I'm just glad you finally came to your senses!"
Paul chuckled. "Me too although word around town is that you got yourself a little Keibler action last night..." He smirked at Shane who leaned back in chair with a small smile. Stephanie looked at Paul then at her brother the shock written on her face. "Stacy?" Her nose wrinkled. "Seriously? Urgh! She's the Alliance bike! I hope you were careful!" She muttered as she got up from her seat. Paul did the same.
Shane just sat back and smirked. "Let's just say she certainty took my mind off Stratus and she knows how to use those legs..." He added referring to the blonde woman's theme.
Stephanie rolled her eyes whilst Paul simply grinned. "We'll show ourselves out and thank God you've let this stupid revenge plan go! Do you want us to inform the others?" Stephanie asked her brother from over her shoulder as they headed to the door.
Shane shook his head. "Nope, I'll fill them in. You just relax and enjoy yourself before Friday, we've gotta a busy few weeks ahead of us."
"I'll call you tomorrow at some point but other that that I'll see you at the arena." Stephanie waved goodbye as she and Paul both left the room.
Shane watched them leave, a huge smile formed on his face. He pulled out his cell a few minutes after they left. Scrolling down his contact list his smile got even wider. Here we go Good old Booker T.
"Yeah, its me." Shane began. "They believed it. The plan? Oh its on...you better believe it. I'll finish drawing up the ideas. You just sit tight and tell the others to pretend its all off. I want this to be perfect and no-one is gonna fuck this up for me."
He let out a small chuckle as he still couldn't believe he managed to pull the wool over his sister's eyes as she was usually able to spot him lying a mile off.
"Dumb bitch." He muttered as he reached over and grabbed his cell phone. He scrolled down and stopped when he saw her name. Should he call? It was just past 3am and he did need to inform her of her part in the plan
He thought about it for a moment then decided he had nothing to lose so he hit the call button.
"Come on. Pick up the phone." He muttered while it continued to ring.
"Mmmmwhatyou...Tor, c'mon...I'm trying to sleep!" Stacy sleepily mumbled pulling her cover over her.
Torrie Wilson huffed and grabbed the cover off her friend. "Its been ringing non stop for the past 5 minutes! I swear to God if you don't answer it I'll break the damn thing!"
Stacy was about to mutter a retort but the next sentence the other blonde said made her eyes snap open.
"Honestly! Why you just had to go and sleep with Shane I don't know! Now, you're like his personal whore!"
Stacy bolted out of bed. Shit? Was I to go see him? Its the middle of the night so why is he calling at this hour?
"You better call him back."Torrie muttered as she handed her friend the phone. She ran a tired hand down her face and sat down on her own bed. Stacy shoved a old black cardigan from the bottom of her case over her thin white vest top. She wore a pair of light blue boy shorts on as well.
"I will." Stacy replied with a small sigh and thanked her friend for her phone. Torrie looked at her best friend with sad eyes.
"I just don't wanna see you get hurt Stace." Torrie replied truthfully. "I mean, rumour has it he's obsessed with Trish." Torrie wrinkled her nose in disgust at the mere mention of the WWF Diva. "God knows why? But he is and I just don't wanna see you used then abused, tossed to the side like a piece of garbage." Torrie finished with a sad smile.
Stacy looked at her friend who had pretty much summed up her current situation. If she could go back she would have. If only she hadn't have been so stupid all those weeks ago and rejected Shane. Plain and simple but instead she knocked on his door and was hauled inside. It wasn't that Shane wasn't a looker – many women had fallen for the McMahon's charms. He was also, although she dared not admit it to Torrie or anyone, a very, very good lover.
"I'll be fine." Stacy lied putting on a bright smile. Torrie looked at her unconvinced. "Its just a fling. I'm not deluded besides, its been a while anyway." She teased as she made her way for the door.
Torrie chuckled. "I guess." She shook her head. "Enjoy yourself but seriously, Stace call me if any things wrong and I'll be there. I promise."
Stacy looked at her friend. Although they were portrayed as total bitches on screen. Off screen they were far from it. Sure they could be complete bitches to Trish and all the other girls from the WWF but this was war and their jobs were at stake. It was every woman for herself or so to speak.
"I'll be fine." She reassured her friend once more. Before she left however she turned her phone onto vibrate.
"I'll take this with me, to keep you happy and I promise I'll call if I don't feel safe." Stacy flashed her friend a smile once more before opening the door and walking out.
Torrie watched the door close behind her best friend and sighed. She looked at the ceiling. "Just make sure she's all right, she's all I got here."
Stacy took a deep breath as she waited on the elevator. She couldn't bear phoning Shane to tell him she was coming so she sent him a text. He replied almost instantly with his room number. She closed her eyes as a feeling of uneasiness took over her. Why am I so on edge? It's Shane! He's harmless! She never felt threatened by him before so what the hell was wrong with her.
The doors opened and she was faced with a startled Stevie Richards. (A.N. I know that's not his real name but I'm just gonna use his ring name cause I feel like it.)
"Oh! Hey Stace...you all right?" He asked with frown noticing she looked slightly scared and the fact she was standing alone in a corridor in the small hours of the morning.
Stacy looked at him and forced a smile on her face. "I'm good. Couldn't sleep so am gonna go get some fresh air."
Stevie looked at her not fully convinced. "Cool. Just be careful. You don't know whose out there."
Stacy nodded and stepped into the elevator. "I'll be careful." She said softly trying not to look at him. "Thanks Stevie." She added as she hit the button on for her floor and the doors closed. He watched the lights for the floors light up and frowned when he saw them go up instead of down. Then stopped at floor 8. Stevie shook his head, he had no idea where she was going. Poor Stace. This whole Shane thing must be eating her up. Plus Amy is giving her grief. Hopefully we'll show them whose boss!
There were rumours she hooked up with Shane at some point but Paul was first in line to argue otherwise and anyone caught spreading 'lies' would be dealt with severely.
He made his way back to his room. He had went downstairs to the vending machine to get something sugary. He couldn't be bothered sleeping so figured a walk would do no harm. He opened the door to the room he shared with Rob and Tommy.
"You took you're time." Tommy chuckled as he re-entered the room.
Stevie was surprised to see them up this early. "I didn't wake you did I?" He said apologetically. "Mom always told me I was heavy footed." He grinned.
Tommy was sitting on his bed, the TV remote sitting beside him, he had been flicking through the channels trying to see if anything interesting was on. Rob on the other hand was sitting on the windowsill, the window to their room wide open. A cigarette dangled in his mouth.
"Don't worry..." Rob smiled. "Its just a normal cigarette this time...gonna try and cut down on my habit." He finished as he lit up his cigarette.
Tommy laughed. "Yeah, like we've not heard that before."
Rob rolled his eyes as he took a drag of his cigarette. "Dreamer just you watch your little programmes." He then looked at his other friend and frowned. "You okay man?" He noticed Stevie looked a little down.
"Oh..." Stevie looked alarmed like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Its nothing, I just bumped into Stacy and she just looked a little scared...I dunno it was weird. I think this whole thing is getting to her. You know the Lita thing plus I'm sure you guys heard that rumour that she got her panties down for Shane..."
Rob froze when he heard Shane's name being mentioned. Tommy looked at Stevie. "It could be true. I mean why else would Paul and the others threaten us with 'punishment' if it wasn't?"
Rob stubbed out his cigarette. He stood up. "What's with you?" Tommy turned to his friend as he watched him pull on his hoodie. Rob didn't say anything he just walked to the door. "Did you see where she was going?" He directed his attention to Stevie.
Stevie looked at his friend stunned. "Um, she said she was going downstairs but when I turned around the elevator was going up...weird"
Rob made his way to the door. "Where are you going?" Tommy asked confused.
"What floor Stevie?" Rob ignored Tommy once more.
"Am I talking Swahili or something?" Tommy asked Stevie as he was getting nowhere.
"Um 8th I'm sure. Is something wrong?" Stevie asked concerned glancing at Rob then Tommy.
"No. Just wanting to make sure she's okay besides I need some fresh air..." Rob trailed off.
"Fresh air? You were sitting at the window! Rob? Rob? Robert?!" Tommy's voice fell on deaf ears as Rob walked out of the room.
"Don't ask me man, I don't know anything other than what I told you...hey, do you think she was screwing Rob too?" Stevie asked with a grin.
Tommy rolled his eyes and flung one of the pillows at his friend who was now eating his chocolate bar he bought. "Shut up."
Meanwhile, Stacy had been in Shane's room for the past half an hour. He had excused himself to go to the bathroom. She wrapped her cardigan around her. So far all he had done was kissed her when she arrived offered her a drink-which she accepted and then sat on the edge of the bed and watched him write furiously into his notepad.
She glanced at the door then at the notepad. What is he up to? She hesitated. I really shouldn't look its none of my business...but then again I am in the Alliance and my fate rests on his decisions. She glanced at the door once more.
"I'll just be a sec...freshening up!" Shane jokingly yelled from the bathroom.
"Take your time." She called back and quietly made her way to the desk. As she walked towards it she kept her eyes on the bathroom door. She looked down at the notepad. Her back was now facing the door. She scanned through the messy notes and her eyes widened in shock. No. No this can't be right...this isn't normal. Shane would never...
"What'cha doin' baby?" Shane drawled cocking an eyebrow.
Stacy froze mid sentence. Shit! She gulped but didn't turn around to face him. "N-Nothing...I was...you know its um getting late I should be-" Stacy stumbled over her words but was cut off as he suddenly lunged for her and next thing she knew she was pressed against the wall beside the desk. Her eyes wide with fear as he pressed his body against her. One hand covering her mouth the other rummaging in one of the small drawers.
"I think someone's telling porkies..." Shane singsonged.
Stacy choked back a sob. She shook her head trying to get rid of his hand but he tightened his grip. She squealed in shock and wriggled even more when the glinting silver in his other hand caught her eye.
He smirked and flicked the switch on the knife, the blade glistened in the dull light of the room. He felt her tears soak his hand as he brought the knife closer to her face. "I think you were reading my notes and I think you saw something you shouldn't have seen" He replied in a cheery tone as he pressed the knife to her throat.
Stacy closed her eyes and prayed to God he would let her go. She couldn't stop the tears now. It was no use. I wish I never slept with him. I wish I was back in Baltimore.
"Stacy, Stacy, Stacy..." He softly chided her and slowly moved the knife down her throat, past her chest, and down her stomach. She sobbed as felt the cool metal brush down her body, through the thin fabric of her clothes. "I can't let you leave here after seeing my plans. I mean you could blab to Torrie and then who knows what could happen...Dwayne finding out...my dad flipping out and not to mention the police being informed..."
Stacy's voice was muffled but she uttered the words "I won't tell! I swear!" in a frantic tone over and over to make him move his hand. She knew he wasn't stupid and she knew she had to survive so she had to make him believe she was on his side.
Shane looked at her. His hand that pressed tight against her mouth was sure to leave a mark. He withdrew the knife but still trapped her with his weight. "I'm going to remove my hand but I swear to you if you even as much as move an inch I'll cut you up." His voice was cool yet menacing and she frantically nodded.
He slowly removed his hand watching with satisfaction at the power he had over her and the fear she now felt towards him. She gasped for breath, her eyes never left his as he stared into her eyes. She shuddered as his now knife less hand delicately stroked her cheek.
"So beautiful yet so stupid." He murmured.
"I promise..." She began in a hushed whisper. "I promise I won't tell anyone about your plan...I swear on my life...I..." She babbled, her emotions taking over.
"Sssssh." He put a finger to his lip and tearfully she shut up. "I know you won't...you're better than that besides who would believe you? The company bike. Moving from man to man." His words stung but he was right because of her past antics who would believe her words over his? "I mean I'm Shane O Mac! A fucking billionaire and have it all...so who would believe any bad words you say about me?"
"I swear Shane." She choked out. "I won't tell anyone...please...Torrie...she'll be worried about me." She pleaded.
It sounded so pathetic but she wanted out so she could grab her stuff and run. Run away from this nightmare and never look back.
"Shut up!" He hissed. He had enough of her pleas. "Listen to yourself!" The smile was gone now. A sinister look appeared in his eyes. "You're not going till I say you're good to go."
Stacy looked at him fearfully, he shifted his weight and she sobbed once more as she felt the bulge in his pants as he pressed himself against her. He stroked her cheek once more. "Now you shut up and listen to me okay Can you do that?" He asked in a soft tone.
She kept her mouth shut. Nodded. "Good." He grinned once more. "As you are aware I was humiliated by Dwayne a few weeks ago and ever since the bastard came back he's made my life a living hell...he's taking the woman of my dreams from me...Trish should be with me! Its plain to see!" He spat bitterly. Stacy just stared at him. He was ill. Mentally unstable. How long this had been going on she was unsure of but she had to stop him and God knows how she was gonna do it but she knew that whether she liked Trish or not, her life was in danger.
Rob furiously battered the button for the elevator. Come on. Come on you piece of crap come to this floor already. He had been standing there for a good few minutes now but still the elevator had not shown up.
"Dammit to hell!" He hissed and punched the button. He seethed as he was sure hurt his knuckles due to his outburst. He looked at the lights. Stevie said the 8th floor. He then looked at the door to his right, it leaded to the emergency staircase.
Staring that the elevator one more time he cursed under his breath before taking a deep breath and hastily shoving the door opened. Right, its not that far Robbie V. Two steps at a time... He began his ascent to the 8th floor.
I'm coming Stace...I'm coming.
"Trish will be mine!" He raved, oblivious to her now. "I always get what I want and believe me Stace I intend on getting her." He took a breath then continued. "What you saw was the outline for my little plan to take back what was mine..."
She never was yours! You sick, evil, twisted, deluded ass hole! Stacy remained silent just listened sick to her stomach already because she knew what was coming.
"I will have her! I will! And you (he ran his hand down her chest making her whimper with fear) are going to help me with that." He finished, grinning and moving his hand down her body.
Stacy squirmed trying to break free. Shane's eyes flashed with anger and quick as a flash he brought his hand to her throat. His grip was vice like, her eyes widened, she gasped, struggling to breathe...
Slightly red faced and out of breath, Rob made it to the 8th floor. He shoved the door open and bent forward, hands at his sides trying to catch his breath. It's 3am. You're not supposed to exercise at this hour. You're not unft its just tiredness.
He got back to his feet a few moments later and frowned. Okay so I'm on the right floor so how do I know which room is his? I can't exactly knock on every door...
"I'M NOT FINISHED!" Shane roared. She was really struggling to breathe now. She flimsily kicked her leg out. It was no use. Shane saw her, knew he had to let go. "Now, I'm gonna tell you one, last time...stay put."
Rob frowned. What was that? It sounded pretty close. He surmised it came from one of the four doors closest to him. He stepped forward as if to go towards them but stopped when he saw a small side corridor out of the corner of his eye.
I could hide there...that way I'll see Stacy on her way out. He looked at the four doors again, ears straining to hear the slightest hint of noise but it was silent again. Corridor it is then. He tiptoed across to the corridor and waited...
He released his grip and moved away from her. She fell to the floor, struggling for air. Shane watched her take desperate gulps. He reached down and grabbed her by the hair. She cried out in pain. He brought her to her feet once more. He forced her to look at him. "Like I said you're gonna help me cause if you don't I'll do to you what I do to Dwayne." He smiled. "I want you to flirt with Dwayne over the course of the next few weeks. Then as we get closer to Survivor Series I want you to riffle up Trish pretty bad. Make her chase you or something it's not important what you do(he waved a hand dismissively) get her to the parking lot where we'll be waiting and then we'll take care of her. Then we'll get her to call her precious Dwayne. Lure him in. Then the men I've selected for this task will weaken him a bit then little Dwayne is going for a trip..."
"H-How..." Stacy began struggling to speak. "Its too risky...Vince..." She spluttered out. He smirked at her.
"Like I said I'm Shane McMahon and its still my draft." He stared at her, waiting to see if she had anything else to say. She remained silent so he continued. "Where was I?" He pondered for a moment then clicked his fingers. "Ah! We'll get him in the car. Drive off to a secret location out of the way and I'm gonna ram that knife into him so fast he won't know what's hit him! Then we'll smother the place in gasoline and set it alight. While we're waiting for the PPV I'll plan out alibis for each of us. I'll write out either a suicide note or whatever but I guarantee you, we will not fail! Once he's outta the way I'll be there to comfort poor, distraught, Trish. Then boom! She'll be Mrs Patricia McMahon!" Shane ended on a happy note.
Stacy fought to keep the bile down. You stupid, stupid bitch! You just had to associate yourself with him didn't you? Now look where its got you? Involved in a fucking murder plot!
"Now, I know its a bit extreme but I realised that even if we injured him again, ruined his career, Dwayne would still have Trish. Him breathing, just being alive means I'm tossed aside! Nothing to her! So I sat, I sat for hours on end and I realised that as extreme as it is, its the only way I can get what I want." He concluded.
"I'll do it." Stacy hit out. Anything to make him shut up, get her out of this hell hole. "I'll help you, I'll do whatever you want just...please...let me go..." Stacy added quietly. She had to agree to this. She had a few weeks to think of a plan, anything to save them. Survivor series was still a couple of weeks away.
Shane looked at her. His eyes examined her face, looking for the slightest hint that she was bullshiting him. "You swear to me that you'll not tell anyone." He stopped and they both glanced at the knife. "I mean it Stacy, you breathe a word of this to anyone and I'll make you rue the day you crossed me." He threatened her.
"I promise and swear on my life Shane. I will not, I mean it, will not tell a soul. Let me know the final details and what I've to do and I'll do it." She replied truthfully.
He looked at her once more. It felt like an eternity to Stacy. Please believe me...I just want to go.
He didn't say anything, just moved aside. She didn't dare move. "Go." He stated. She looked at him uncertain. "Go, you need some sleep. You got a match tomorrow against Amy." He smiled at her, his eyes now full of that usual calmness. You would never have believed what had just occurred in that hotel room was real. "You'll need as much rest as you can get." He finished on a high note.
Stacy made for the door. But as she passed him he reached out and grabbed her once more. She gasped in shock as he smashed his lips against hers. She squirmed and as soon as it began it was over. He shoved her from him and laughed as she scrambled for the door.
"GOODNIGHT SWEETHEART...SLEEP TIGHT!" He yelled as she fumbled for the door and rushed out. Shane smiled then wandered back to his desk. He picked up the knife and pressed the blade to his lips. Kissed it. Then put it back into his drawer: Life is good.
Stacy stumbled blindly down the corridor. She couldn't believe what had just happened. That was a dream...it couldn't have real. Trish and Dwayne were in danger. Their lives were at stake. What could she do? One woman against Shane and God knows who else? They wouldn't believe her. Why would they? She paid no attention to where she was going that she didn't see the pair of arms reach out of the side corridor and grab her.
Startled she cried out and came face to face with a confused/concerned Rob Van Dam, "Jesus...Stace...what happened?" He asked softly.
Relief washed over the blonde and she collapsed against him, sobbing uncontrollably onto his shoulder. Rob stumbled backwards but quickly regained his footing. "Its okay, I got you." He stroked her hair. Her arms wrapped tight against his waist.
Rob looked down at the female wrestler. She was an absolute wreck. What the hell happened to her? Was she with Shane? "Stacy?" He gently asked. "What happened to you?"
She looked up at him and his eyes widened at the ugly red mark on her neck. "I-I shouldn't have...they're in trouble...all my fault..." Her voice thick with emotion.
Rob felt a feeling of sheer terror. Oh. Holy. Fuck. "Stacy..." He began slowly. "Stacy I want you to come back with me...I'm with Tommy and Stevie. You're all right, I promise I won't hurt you." He told her softly.
She searched his face but knew he was telling the truth. "Torrie." Was all she said.
"I'll let her know you're safe. I promise but we need to move now. I don't fancy bumping into any WWF'ers at this time of night." He joked attempting to lighten the mood but they both knew it was useless.
Stacy looked at him and nodded. "Lets go." She muttered quietly and together they walked side by side to the elevator. Once they got inside, Rob hit the button for their floor. Stacy reached out and grabbed his hand. Rob looked down and then back at Stacy who had the Fear of God in her eyes. He laced his fingers with hers and gave her a reassuring squeeze.
I don't what that bastard did to you Stacy, but I promise you I will not let him harm you again. He didn't know why he felt this strong urge of protectiveness over Stacy Keibler. Sure they hung out with the same people, even flirted a little in the past but ever since he saw the look in her eyes when he grabbed her in the corridor and seen how terrified she was, he knew it didn't take a rocket scientist to work out that it must have been something to do with Shane's little plan to claim Trish as his own.
The doors dinged open and they stepped outside. Before they began walking again Rob looked at Stacy who looked at him with fearful eyes. "I promise you Stacy, I won't let that bastard hurt you any more."
Stacy looked at him stunned. "H-how did you know Rob?" Sure she heard the rumours about her and Shane's previous encounter but how the hell did he know she was with Shane tonight?
"I overhead him a few weeks ago after a show, talking about Dwayne." Rob admitted with a sad smile. "He was raving about Dwayne humiliated him and how he was gonna make Trish's his." He added sadly.
"He's crazy." She said quietly. "He's planning on killing Dwayne. I saw it! I saw it and there's nothing I can do!" She began quietly then her voice rose and the tears flowed once more.
He held her at arms length and gently thumbed away her tears. "This isn't your fault." He said a tad sharply then inwardly cursed at himself as he saw her flinch. "It isn't your fault." He repeated more softly this time.
She smiled through her tears. "I'm glad you found me Rob. I don't know what I would have done if I had to do this alone."
Rob smiled at her. "You won't be alone through this. But right now we gotta move. God knows what Shane's really planning. Plus we have an advantage that he is oblivious to..." Rob trailed off and for the first time that morning a cheery grin formed across his face.
Stacy frowned and sniffed. "What are you talking about? What advantage?"
Rob slung his arm around her and started leading her to his room. Rubbing her arm in an attempt to cheer her up he grinned once more. "We got us an ally Stace. Not just any ally!" Her raised eyebrow cut him off. "The Charismatic Enigma himself, Mr Jeff Hardy."
A.N. I was originally planning on making this chapter longer but felt this was the best place to leave the chapter. Like I said apologises for the violence, I know it seems ridiculously far fetched but I figure that this is the only way Shane could get rid of Dwayne and plus the fact Shane seems to fit the whole psychotic, 'bunny boiler' bad guy character pretty well. After looking at reviews and re-reading I kinda agreed the whole Rob/Jeff thing was WEIRD so worked around it and started a potential Rob/Stacy angle instead :) I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Again sorry for the major delay in updating. Please review and the next chapter will be up asap.
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