Note: This is a fanfiction based off of a series that I am working on. The male lead has been changed to follow the storyline. I don't own or have anything to do with the WWE, its partners, or The Undertaker.

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Chapter Thirty-Three

Ring.

Before Emily could give him an answer to the question that he had for her, she picked up on the sound of her bedside phone ringing loud and proud.

Aw come on! Can't I have an easy morning for once?!

She shook her head as she reached over and picked up the cordless phone from where it had been resting on its charging station. The same hand brought it up to a side of her face while the other one clung to the soft cotton fabric that kept her naked, curvy frame from being seen and out in the open.

"Morning." Emily said "This is Emily Withers." She spoke with a confident, charming tone in her voice, attempting to hide the obvious tone of exhaustion from it. "How may I be of service to you today?"

"How about taking off all of your clothes, and spreading your legs wide open for me to pound my dick over and over again?"

The question she got from the other side of the phone from a male voice surprised and also repulsed her. She couldn't believe the nerve of this individual calling her up, and making such a disgusting suggestion that it made her close to vomiting.

"Excuse me?!" Emily couldn't believe what was just said to her over the phone, and just had to ask again. "What did you just say to me?"

"I guess you are not good at hearing things like the last time we were together…but you were never that bright to begin with."

It was in that very second she recognized who the owner of the voice was: Johnathon Warrens, the very man whom she had not only dated but someone that had tried to hurt both Mark and herself at her granny's Mid-Summer party.

The revelation brought her to stand up from the bed where Mark had been sitting on with her. Emily kept a grip on the sheet as she moved over towards a corner of the room while her other hand kept the phone to a side of her face, tightly.

"J-Johnathon?" She asked, fearfully. "Is it really y-you?"

"You know it, baby." Johnathon spoke with a cocky tone in his voice that was a very poor attempt on his part to sound sexy and alluring to her. "I have been thinking about your gorgeous body, and all the things that I want to do to it."

"I don't know if you have forgotten about this…but you are currently behind bars and-"

"Not anymore."

Her heart almost stopped from the mere sound of what her former flame said to her. Not only did he want to do degrading things to her…but that he was no longer in jail.

"What do you mean 'not anymore'?!"

"I am a free man as of today…and my dick is ready to make you feel the pleasure that can't match up to what that little sissy of a cowboy can't give to you."

Emily went to respond to him when she caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye. She glanced over, and found Mark to be standing by her with a hand extended out and a fierce look burning in his gaze.

Having heard the conversation and seen how upset Emily had become, Mark couldn't stand by a second longer and have this idiot harass his angel.

"Give me the phone, Darling." He whispered his words to her in such a way that it would make anyone quack with absolute fear of angering him for a moment longer.

Mark waited for the phone to make contact with the palm of his hand before he brought it up to a side of his face where the receiver was against one of his ears, and the mouthpiece rested a few inches from his strong lips.

"What do you say, Emily?" Johnathon's voice escaped over the receiver of the phone into his ear with all of his best effort to try and sound sexy. "How about I come over, pick you up, and show you how a real man fucks his lady?"

I am going to so enjoy putting this little worm in his place with little trouble on my part.

Smirking, Mark drew in a breath of air, and let his loud, southern voice come over the phone with a chuckle lingering within it.

"Sorry, sweetheart, but you are not my type."

No sooner had he spoke over the phone towards the individual that had been tormenting Emily's psyche and disrupting her summer there, the next noise that echoed was the sound of the phone dropping onto a hard surface on the other end of it.

Talk about a clumsy oaf…Can't even keep a grip on the phone when someone that isn't afraid of him pops on the line.

Mark maintained his cool, calm demeanor as he listened to her ex-boyfriend scrambling around with the phone to get a good hold on it. He drew in a breath of air, and released it with his voice coming out in a highly annoyed tone.

"If you are done with picking on a girl…maybe you feel like taking on someone your own size, asshole."

"You are nothing but all talk, Mark." Johnathon's attempt to sound brave over the phone failed horrible and showed his own nervousness instead. "I can easily put you in your place, and make Emily see you for the bitch that you are."

"I am pretty sure that I did just that to you last month when you thought about placing your hand on Emily at Belle's party. So…If there is a bitch here…It is you, Johnathon."

"You are going to regret saying that, Mark…I am going to make your life a living hell."

"And how do you propose to do that, douche bag?"

"How about I start…with your house and that pathetic mutt of yours that you left alone inside?"

He didn't just threaten to do something to his home…but also threatened to do something to his beloved companion and watch dog, Fang. Johnathon crossed the line and he would pay if he did something to the two of the three things in his life that meant everything to him.

Throwing the phone down against the hardwood floor with enough strength to break it, Mark dashed towards the direction of the open doorway to her room as his voice came out in a hurry.

"Don't leave the house, Emily."