Note: This is a fanfiction based off of a story that I am working on completing and putting on Kindle once it is ready. The names have been changed to suit the storyline. I don't own or have anything to do with the WWE, its partners, or with The Undertaker.

Chapter Thirteen

"You want to explain to me what is going on?"

Emily's body froze on the spot when she got out of the truck after hearing the very tone from her grandmother that would always send her running for cover. She managed to look over to the front of the house, and discovered her to be directing the question in Mark's direction, not hers.

"Ms. Withers," Mark answered, removing his hat from the top of his head and holding it in front of himself out of respect for her, "there is a very good reason for why it took me a little while to bring the beverages back-"

"I am not worried about the booze, Mark." Belle interrupted him but never took her eyes off of him, or lower the intensity in her eyes, as well as her voice. "I am referring to my grand-daughter riding in your truck when she left in her own vehicle."

This whole confrontation was about her being in the same truck with Mark. She knew that her granny might have been confused about her coming home in his truck with him. However, she didn't plan on her being on edge and near mad at finding her with him.

Fearing for Mark's sake, Emily moved around the front of the truck with the bag containing the dress for the dance in her right hand. She reached where they both were, and spoke up before Mark could.

"Grandmother," she said, "he was in town getting alcohol across from the shop I was in buying my dress when he noticed Johnathan Warrens to be spying on me through the front window of the store when he was fixing to leave with the alcohol in the bed of the pick-up."

The very second that she mentioned her ex-boyfriend's name to her, Emily watched her granny's eyes narrow at her out of frustration and unbridled rage. Her body tightened up on the spot from the very way that she was looking at her, closely turning her to stone by the stare alone.

"You mean that the same little punk who treated you like shit, and left bruises on you is back in my town?!"

"Y-Yes, Granny Belle…"

Emily didn't have to look over in Mark's direction. She felt the intensity pouring out of his stare in her direction upon her grandmother revealing to him a small portion of what Johnathan had done to her.

"What happened in town, Emily?"

"Well, I was paying for the dress when I found Mark in a confrontation outside with him. I waited for the cashier to give me the dress before I hurried outside. Johnathan was berating him, and building up his anger by issuing empty threats to him about being better for me, and that he could give me things that he can't afford to."

"How did it end?"

"Well…It ended with…Mark slamming him down onto the hood of his own sports car with enough force that it left him unable to move, and give us enough time to get away from him and the store."

She noticed her grandmother's face to be relaxing the anger and frustration from it, and starting to let an expression of enjoyment dance across it instead while a chuckle escaped out into her contented and pleased voice for a brief moment.

"That's my boy! I knew that he would take care of business, and keep you safe from the likes of that little city-slicker prick…but that still doesn't explain why you rode in his truck here instead of driving yourself in your own car."

"I can explain that, Belle."

Mark decided that he had been quiet long enough, and it was time for him to make his own statement to her.

"Belle," he said, "I brought your grand-daughter home in my truck because I didn't want her driving alone after what happened, and that the car was parked on the other side of where I left Johnathan sprawled out on his own vehicle."

"If you threw him down on top of his vehicle, as my grandchild has stated," Belle replied, "you wouldn't have to worry about him coming after her."

His boss was correct on that. He had left Johnathan unable to move at all, and he wouldn't have been able to follow her with the amount of pain that he had been placed in.

However, the reason behind all of this was a very simple one: He needed to feel Emily close to him, and had gotten tired of the lack of the spent alone with her. Mark wanted those few moments of privacy between them, and knew driving separate wasn't an option.

"Belle…I drove her here myself…because I wanted to spend more time with Emily, and talk with her since we haven't been able to do so in the past month she has been here."

"Would it be wrong of me to assume that you have feelings for my grand-daughter, and that you brought her here instead of just following her…because you have a strong fondness for her?"

Damn it…Belle is right once again. How does she do it? How can she look into someone's mind like she does, and figure them out in just a few short moments?

"You would not be wrong with that assumption, Belle. That is the truth…I do have feelings and a fondness for your grand-child, and it was because of those two things that I decided to have a friend bring her car here at your party tonight so I could spend some much needed time with her."

Mark decided to not beat around the bush with her on the subject. He wanted her to know that he cared for Emily, and that he wasn't afraid to fully admit it to her.

He watched Belle's eyes start to light up at what he had stated shortly before his ears picked up on a brief sound of happiness in her voice in the form of a giggle shortly before she spoke up.

"Finally…I was thinking you would never come out and tell me, Mark."

"E-Excuse me?"

"Mark, I have been aware of your attraction for Emily for a long time now…and I was starting to think that you would never come out into the open about it."

His body language revealed the intense amount of shock and confusion that was wreaking havoc in his bod. She had known this whole time that he cared for her grand-daughter, and she had been waiting for him to come out with it.

While his mind was trying to process what was going on, Mark watched Belle making her way down the steps of the porch in her direction as she continued on with speaking to both Emily and him.

"Now…Mark, let's take these crates on around to the back of the house where the party is being set up, and, Emily…You can head on up, and start to work on getting yourself ready for it since the party will be starting in just a little while."