Note: This is a fanfiction that is based off of a story that I am editing under the same title, and planning on turning it into a book for those of you who wish to read it on Kindle first before I make the choice to put it in paperback format. The names have been changed to suit the storyline. I don't own or have anything to do with the WWE, its partners, or The Undertaker

Chapter Eleven

He didn't have to say anything else to her in order for her to understand the severity of how strong he felt for her. Emily clearly saw how he had very intense, unconditional love for her without him having to try really hard at doing just that. His words were enough for her.

She lifted one of her hands up from her side, and pressed the palm of it against the back of his hand that was resting on a side of her face, allowing some of her warmth to resonate from the center of her hand and seep through his skin so that he could feel how she was at the moment.

The very second that her skin met his, Mark's eyes lit up and glowed with a unbridled happiness that had never been experienced by him before. He kept his eyes solely on her while she started to speak up and break their silence.

"I can clearly see how you truly do care for me, Mark." Emily said, keeping her voice at a soft, sincere whisper. "The way that you speak to me with your words and your body language…It is enough for me to see how much you feel for me, and wish to keep me from getting hurt again."

"There is nothing that I wouldn't do for you, Emily." Mark's words flowed out of his mouth, rolling off the tip of his long tongue, in his deep, Texan accent. "I would move heaven and earth to keep someone from taking you away from me when we just found each other a little over a month ago."

"I know that you would do that and so much more for me, Mark…and I am grateful for that."

She was more than grateful for that. She admired him for how opened he was being with her about the emotions that had been wreaking havoc on his system, and finally made their presence known to her by slipping out of his mouth during the confrontation with Johnathan. The fact that he would so willingly and openly bring his feelings for her out into the light and in the face of her former boyfriend like he did made her reassure her current thoughts about how he felt for her.

Her eyes drifted over to where her ex had been slammed down onto the hood of his vehicle, and found him to be slowly moving around. The sight sent her into a momentary wave of fear and anxiety. She focused on it for only a brief second before her attention drifted back towards Mark with a similar sound growing in her voice.

"I think we better get out of here before he gets up, Mark."

"He is not going to do anything, darling." Mark spoke to her in a reassuring tone with a hint of a chuckle in his deep, southern voice. "I just sent him flying down onto the hood of his own vehicle with enough force to knock him out for a little while."

"Although that might be the case, Mark, I still think we need to get going all the same since I have to get ready for my grandmother's party tonight…and I am sure you have to do the same thing."

"You are right on that, Emily. I have to take her alcohol back to her before I-"

"Alcohol? Did you just say that you have to take her alcohol before you start to get ready?"

"It is in the bed of the truck."

Curious about his response, Emily walked over to a side of his truck and sure enough found several crates of booze nestled in the bed of it with tie downs around them to keep them securely in place. She moved her eyes back towards him as her anxiety turned more into confusion.

"I didn't know that there would be drinking at my grandmother's party. Is there always drinking?"

"Only at her Midsummer party. She lets everyone have fun and let loose at it while at her other ones she holds throughout the year she doesn't have any booze in them."

Well…At least that reassures me that my grandmother is not a complete alcoholic then.

"Okay…I think we should head on back now."

"Hop in the truck, and I'll take you back there myself since I am heading that way."

"But…I drove myself down here. What about-"

"I will call a buddy of mine to get your car, and bring it to the ranch safe and sound without any scratches to it."

Emily didn't really like the idea of someone else driving her car to her grandmother's home besides herself, but she could tell that Mark didn't want her going back alone.

"Okay." Nodding her head to him, she walked with him over to the passenger side of his pick-up truck, and let him open the door for her before she climbed inside of it, and placed her bag containing her dress down in the floor between her legs.

"Where are your keys at, Emily?" Mark asked, gently. "I want to put them somewhere in your vehicle that my buddy can find them without alerting old boy here of where they are."

His intention was to take her keys, and place them somewhere inside of the little red Pontiac where Johnathan wouldn't be able to find so easily but that his friend, Dave, could be able to locate fairly easily enough.

"Here they are." Emily replied, reaching into the front left pocket of her denim shorts, and pulling them out into the open. She looked to him with a hesitant expression as her hand extended in his direction with the keychain nestled in the palm of her hand. "Please put them somewhere that he is not going to find so easily. I don't want anything to happen to my vehicle."

Darling, you have nothing to worry about. I am going to make damn sure that this punk can't find them even if he makes up from having been slammed down on the hood of his car with the same impact as if he had been driving it and someone hit him head on.

He hated for her to feel unsure about whether or not to place her keys in his grasp. There was no way that he would allow her ex-boyfriend to find her keys so easily that he would steal her vehicle even if he made it up from where his prone body was nestled on top of his own.

"I promise, sweetheart."

Mark took her keys away from her, letting his fingertips grazing over the palm of her hand. The very small gesture sent chills running throughout his entire body, sending his hormones into overdrive. He glanced to her face at the same time, and his eyes noticed a similar emotion to take root there. Turning from her, a small grin started to form on his face as he moved in the direction of where her vehicle was parked.

Seems like tonight is going to hold some promise to it after all.

He had been wanting to find a way to get alone with Emily again after they had spent a brief moment in the loft together. In the past month, though, her grandmother had been keeping her in her own company, and not really give them a long enough moment together to really enjoy each other's company properly.

Now…He was going to be able to have that chance at the party that Belle was throwing when he arrives there, and keeps all of the other young bucks coming to the event from her by making his arrival and stealing her attention from them.

Reaching her vehicle, Mark eased the driver side door open, and bent his tall frame inside of it. He glanced over the inside of the vehicle for the perfect spot to hide the keys before he caught a glimpse of the glove compartment.

Perfect.

His free hand flipped it down, and allowed the other one to place the keys inside of it before he moved out of the Pontiac. Mark reached into the front pocket of his pants, and pulled out his cellphone. Deciding against calling his friend, he let his fingers instead text him a message, informing him of the car, the situation, and where the keys were in order for him to bring it up to Belle's home at the time of the party.

"You…You are going to pay for this, pal!"

Having just sent his text message to his dear friend, a deep chuckle escaped from Mark's mouth at the sound of Emily's former boyfriend groaning out his discontent with him from where he was still sprawled out and in an extreme amount of pain. He moved over to where he was and looked down at him with his intense eyes shortly before starting to speak to him in a coy tone.

"Why do you believe that I am going to pay for something that I enjoyed doing immensely?"

"I will make sure of it that I keep any chance of you getting close to my Emily out of your grasp." Johnathan showed no fear to him as he spoke despite the very obvious pain he was under at that moment. "There is no way in hell that I am going to let her become yours."

He bent his head down in the direction of the stalker, and flashed a dark, possessive expression in his direction shortly before he made a statement to him in a similar tone, showing off the intensity he possessed deep inside.

"Emily Withers…is already mine."