Note: This is a fanfiction that is based off of a story that I am editing and working on completing so that I can make it available on Kindle for you all to own a copy of it. 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 Twelve

While Mark was outside of the pick-up truck, Emily remained sitting on the passenger side seat with her gaze looking down in the direction of her hand, the very one that his fingertips had grazed across in a way that had brought all of her thoughts to a screeching halt, and every single muscle tightening up with a fire of unbridled passion and desire coursing through all of them.

What is wrong with me? Why can't I function normally at the moment? Is his touch so strong that the mere brushing of the very tips of his fingers against my skin causes me to lose the ability to think for myself, and turn into a lump of clay for him to mold?

She found the new thoughts in her mind to be plaguing her, and causing her to feel even more confused than she already was. Finding them to be confusing her more than helping her only heightened her concern.

The faint sound of Mark's heavy boots crunching some of the gravels outside of his vehicle snapped her out of her current train of thought, as well as the trance with her palm. Lifting her head, Emily gazed towards the front window of the truck, and discovered him to be moving to the driver side door of it.

Almost all at once, her confusion caused her to go on edge with not nervousness or anxiety…but with a sexual need to feel his powerful, warm hands all over her body.

Calm down, Emily. You have to soothe these urges away before he climbs inside, and really makes them soar high to the heavens.

Emily drew in a breath of air, and released it, slowly, as she watched him open up the door on the opposite side of where her body was, and eased his tall, muscular physique onto the same, long seat in the truck that she was on at that moment in time.

"I have taken care of everything, Emily." Mark said, calmly. His left hand pulled the door closed behind him with enough force that it made a loud thudding sound. Turning his attention onto her, completely, he continued to speak to her in the same tone he had used with his deep voice. "My buddy, Dave, will be down here to get your car, and take it on up to your grandmother's home."

"I am glad to hear that the problem has been solved, Mark." Emily replied, doing her best to keep her secret emotions in check, and not coming to the surface. "How long will it take your friend to get here, and take the vehicle to Granny Belle's home?"

"Not long at all as long as he is fully awake, near his phone, and not doing anything right now."

"Does he live in town or out in the countryside like my grandmother does?"

"His home is less than three blocks from here."

Her feelings of worry and concern started disappearing once she got the answer from him that her ears needed to hear. Knowing that his friend was close by and would be able to drop her Pontiac off before anything could happen to it made everything else so much better.

She watched him slip his key into the ignition, and turn it over. Her ears listened to the roar of the engine for a moment before she moved her gaze in the direction of the front window.

Nestled about twenty feet away on the now damaged sports car's hood, Johnathan had moved only an inch but was clearly still in a large amount of pain.

Emily managed to only have a faint smile on her face at the visual even though she was wanting to laugh out loud. Seeing the man that had caused her so much pain in the past few months in a state of his own suffering made her feel very content at the moment.

Emily blinked her eyes out of the gaze with the front glass due to Mark quickly backing them up. She glanced to him for only a few seconds before her body registered the truck flying down the stretch of road in front of them in the direction of Belle's ranch.

Mark kept a firm yet gentle grasp on the steering wheel in his hands, wishing to make sure he had complete control of the situation in case he needed to make a quick turn or ease the truck onto a side road. He seemed to be prepared for everything that could and would possibly be brought his way.

Well…Almost everything. There was one thing and one thing only that he was not properly prepared for.

Emily Withers.

No amount of training or mental, as well as physical, preparation could get him ready for a woman as captivating and fiery as she was. There didn't exist another woman in the world that matched up to her or brought him the kind of excitement she did in the littlest of ways.

Leaving the city of Oleander behind, Mark pulled them onto a gravel covered road, and started to drive at a much slower pace than the one he had went at upon pulling away from the dress store with her nestled beside him. He gazed back to her, and found the tension that had been there to be gone, causing a smile to dance across the strong features of his face, faintly.

"I am sorry for driving like a mad man for a moment there, darling." He apologized, wishing her to know that the speed he had been going at was a mistake and that he didn't plan on it. "I suppose that I let the heat of the moment get to me, and cause me to drive a bit faster than I was wanting to go at initially."

"I-I am okay, Mark." Emily replied, attempting to mask her true emotions that were brewing deep inside of her body. "The sudden change in speed only surprised me a bit is all."

That is a poor excuse for a lie, Emily, and you know it! I know that is not the sincere truth by just looking at your facial features, and listening to the sound in your own voice.

Mark wanted badly to call her out on what she had just said to him, bringing to light that she had in fact told him a white lie. However, he chose against it, deciding instead to go with it and letting her say what she wanted if it made her feel like she was reassuring him of what was going on.

"Very well, Emily."

"Are you planning on coming to the dance tonight, Mark?"

"As a matter of fact…I am coming to the party tonight."

"Do you have a date?"

"No…but there is a certain little filly that I have had my eye on for a month now that I have been wanting to get close to."

"Is this someone that I know?"

He turned his eyes in her direction and cast a playful smirk towards her from where he was shortly before his voice slipped out.

"It is someone you know very well."

A soft chuckle escaped from his mouth as he pulled them up in front of Belle's home, but quickly stopped when he found his boss to be on the porch, waiting on them both. The way her expression looked on her face from having seen him pulling up with Emily beside him sent his emotions and thoughts into a whirlwind.

Well…Now it's the time for a whole other ballgame to begin now. It has went from combating and winning against her ex-boyfriend to now combating against her grandmother, as well as my own boss.

Mark knew that this day would ultimately happen but assumed there would be more time for him to prepare for it. Bringing the pick-up to a gentle stop, he shifted it into park, and turned it off in a set of fluid motions that culminated in removing his body from the inside of the vehicle, and taking a few steps towards the direction of the porch where Belle was waiting with her arms at her sides and her eyes fixated on him and only him.