18: Escape

Sine paced the bedroom, chewing on her thumbnail. She almost jumped when she heard her cell phone go off, some song that Paul had put on it as his ringtone and ran to her jacket, digging it out. She read the text message and in spite of everything, smiled. Quickly, she texted back, hurrying out to the balcony, knowing Mark had probably heard the music. Her fingers flying, she spelled out a message, hoping he could decipher it. She heard the bedroom door opening and hit the send button, throwing the phone as far away from her as she could, watching it go flying.

"Warning your lover?" He sneered, having seen her hurl the phone.

She didn't answer him.

"You didn't push him away!" He accused, unable to get those damn pictures out of his head. He couldn't stop seeing them. Seeing Paul lying between her thighs, seeing her riding him… he couldn't stop. "You fucked him willingly."

Still nothing from her.

"Get in bed, Sine." He ordered, sliding his bottoms off as he watched her climb into the bed, her movements wooden and automatic. "You do realize he's dead, right?" He demanded, crawling over her, catching her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him. "I'm going to kill him for touching you."

"Leave him alone." She said, finally breaking her silence, pushing at his arm.

"No." He growled, bending down to kiss her, digging his hips into her. "I'm going to rip out his heart, Sine, and then feed it to you."

She could imagine that all too easily, shuddering. "Why don't you just take it out on me?"

He pulled back.

She could see acid gleaming down at her, her own eyes narrowing spitefully. "Did your little spy tell you how I let Paul fuck me three ways from Sunday? How loud I was screaming as he took me over and over again?" Oh, this was dangerous territory but at the same time. It was amusing in a sick, hysterical, I'm going to die sort of way.

He knew what she was doing, and he knew better than to let her provoke him, but he couldn't help the resent from flooding him. "I can make you scream too." He whispered darkly, seeing her eyes widening at the implications behind that. He ran his hand down her torso, past her stomach and beneath her nightgown, impatiently pushing aside the fabric of her panties. "You will scream for me, Sine."

She didn't scream, but she did gasp when he slid a finger inside of her, reaching down to stop him. It was pointless though, and she twisted her hips in an effort to get away from him, whimpering when he added a second finger. "You're hurting me!"

"I know." He didn't care if he hurt her, much. By the time he did finally take her, reestablish his dominance over her, he had her more than ready for her, reasserting the fact that no matter what he did to her, she would always want him.

He lay awake long after she had fallen into a fitful sleep, staring down at her. Frowning, he eased out of the bed and left the room, needing to make a phone call.

Months rolled by, Gavin and Kalea turning one, a birthday celebrated with only their parents. Sine had officially retired from designing, as she couldn't work through agents, it just wasn't panning out. She hadn't heard from Paul, or Stephanie, not that she had truly been expecting too, but she had seen Mark with a sadistic smirk a few times, knowing something had happened. Something she definitely did not need to know about.

"Gavin, no." She said from her place on the couch, flicking through a magazine as her son –who was enjoying being able to waddle a bit- pulled at linen on one of the stands. She sighed, getting up to stop him. "Nap time, yes?" She murmured, carrying him back to his bedroom, Kalea already asleep in hers.

When she returned to the living, she felt uneasy, trying to understand why. The obvious answer was the fact that before he left to go back to work, her husband had announced he was ready for another baby and they would be trying for one when he returned.

She snorted at that, listening to Edge and Christian right outside the penthouse door talking and shook her head. She was going crazy locked away in here. She felt like Rapunzel. She hadn't left the penthouse since he had brought her here, almost four months now, or was it five? Sighing, she laid down on the couch, pulling a pillow over her head.

"Okay guys, we don't have much time… if Edge and his boyfriend manage to call in back-up, we're fucked."

"So…?"

"So, you best do that shit with that tube thing and hope you don't miss, James."

Jesse James mock saluted, smirking when he got scowled at. "Chillax bro, we got this." Ignoring Paul's scathing look, he turned and crept down the hallway, wearing camouflage pants and a matching top, completely aware that he stuck out like a sore thumb. He glanced down, spotting the two blondes and then looked back to his partner-in-crime, holding out his hand.

Billy nodded, passing over a long, bamboo tube and a dart, holding the second.

Jesse loaded it, raised it to his mouth and stepped out.

Christian was down.

"Reload!"

Followed by Edge.

"Alright, Hunt, let's go rescue the princess."

When she heard the doorknob jiggling, Sine sat up, frowning. The morons outside the door would have just unlocked it, and she walked over to bang her fist against the wood. "I'm not playing your games, Mark." She called, wondering if he was home early and snatched a vase off the stand nearby. She waited, gray eyes narrowing and when a head poked through the door, she brought it down.

"Damn!" Sean groaned, instantly sliding his throbbing head back out, cradling it. "She's fucking dangerous, bro!"

Snickering, Billy and Jesse slid into the room, both of them holding up their hands. "We're not here to hurt you, Sinster, we're here to get you the fuck up outta dodge." Jesse explained.

Sine stared at him like he was insane, her gaze shifting onto Paul when he stepped through the door.

Paul caught her when she flew into his arms, holding her close, not surprised when she began crying. "It's alright now, Sine." He soothed, nodding to Billy. "We don't have much time… 'Taker knows we came here."

Jesse followed Billy down the hall, duffel bags over their shoulders, ready to be filled.

Sine recovered, nodding and chased after them, disappearing into Kalea's room, hearing Paul slipping into Gavin's. She hurriedly dress her daughter, managing a smile when Kalea sleepily cracked open an eye. "Go back to sleep, Cherie." She soothed, putting her back down on the mattress in order to toss some things into the diaper bag.

From the car, Stephanie and Shane watched with identical sets of wide eyes as a very pissed off 'Taker pulled literally right up onto the sidewalk and dismounted the motorcycle. "Paul, he's here!" Stephanie squeaked into her walkie talkie.

"And he's carrying a chain!"

"He has a chain!"

Paul cursed at that, Gavin in one arm, a diaper bag slung over the other. "Guys, 'Taker's here."

Sine looked ready to faint, joining him in the hallway. She watched as Jesse and Billy took up positions on either side of the front door, Sean standing right there in the open with a smirk. She did sway when her husband kicked the door in, meeting his deadly gaze.

"You little bi-" Mark cursed when he was jumped from either side, whirling to defend himself.

"Shit, hold him still!" Sean ordered, procuring a Taser from the pocket of his leather jacket. "Come on, guys!"

"We're… trying!" Billy grunted, ducking a punch that would have taken his head off, trying to avoid being caught with the chain.

"Shit!" Sean shrieked when he accidentally tased Jesse, not missing the second time. He stepped back, watching as both 'Taker and Jesse fell to the floor, convulsing. "That was a my bad."

"No shit…" Billy grunted, stepping away and wiped sweat off his brow, glancing up as Paul and Sine approached. "I'll get Jess, Sean, grab the bags."

Nodding, Sean retrieved the two duffel bags. "We ready?"

Everyone nodded.

Shane scooted when everyone piled into the Hummer, staring at the pale, shaking Sine. "How the hell did he catch on so fast?" He demanded, not directing the question to her but Paul.

"Because it's the fucking Undertaker!" Stephanie shrieked, smacking him for being an idiot. "He's going to come after her!"

"We'll be ready for him if he does." Sean said, trying to ignore the twitching, conscious Jesse, who was laying out in the tiny aisle. "Sorry man, really." He said, bending down to stare at his friend.

Jesse was going to murder him when he could move again.

Billy was sitting up front, driving now, carefully since Paul and Sine were fastening the babies in the car seats they had brought. Once the pair were settled themselves, he changed the pace, figuring that even though 'Taker was down for the moment, it wouldn't hurt to put some serious miles between them.

Paul held Sine against him, both of them staring out the tinted windows into the night. He heard Stephanie whispering 'he won't stop, he's not going to stop' and knew she was right, though that didn't stop him from wishing she would shut the hell up. He inwardly smirked when Shane did just that, silence ensuing.

"She's right." Sine finally spoke up, shattering the peace, knowing she had put them all in danger. "He'll find me, he always does."

Billy, Sean and Jesse didn't know the entire story, and Jesse didn't want to know, but he couldn't exactly voice that aloud. He was really going to fuck Sean up, especially when the idiot asked Sine to explain.

"He chased her around the world after she… rescued me." Stephanie said quietly. "And he found her everywhere she went."

Sine nodded grimly.

"Not this time." Paul announced, refusing to believe that 'Taker was omnipotent. He was just a man, granted, a rather slyer man than most, but still a man. "Not this time…"