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

The first two books in the series, A Cowboy's Heart and Texas Size Passion are available on Kindle only for 2.99 each

Chapter Thirty-Four

Confusion ran rampant through her entire being at witnessing the anger that dwelled inside of Mark's tall frame as a feeling of fear that was just as strong started to come to the surface.

Why does he want me to stay here and not go with him?

Something was wrong…Very, very wrong, and there was no way that she was going to stay alone in her grandmother's home when danger was lurking very close to her.

Tossing off the only fabric that kept her naked body from being seen in the light or by another's eyes, Emily made a mad dash over to her closet. Her hands flung the door wide open, and yanked down the closest outfit hanging before her: A black tracksuit that consisted of a quarter length sleeved jacket and a pair of flared, drawstring pants.

What do you think you are doing, Emily?!

Her conscience screamed out at her desire to remove the sheet from her body and get herself dressed for a trip to go after Mark.

If I am not mistaken…Mark instructed you to stay put, and not to leave this house.

I don't listen well to others when they or someone else is in danger.

Emily kept her answers prompt and on time with her inner self as she slipped her arms into the sleeves of the jacket.

I know a trap when I see one…and Mark is heading right into the heart of one that is going to put him in deep trouble.

She hooked the bottom of the zipper of the jacket together with her hands until one of them could hold it still and steady. Her free one moved onto the small handle of the zipper, and pulled it up towards the direction of her neck, sealing her round, firm breasts from being out in the open.

Um…Emily…

Yes…

Why are you not wearing a bra?

I don't have time to put one on…or to ease on a pair of underwear.

On that note, Emily reached over to where her pants to go with the jacket was nestled, and snatched them up into the palms of her soft, fair skinned hands. The tips of her fingers worked their way onto the waistband, and held onto the pants to where she could easily step inside. Her long legs slipped inside of them, and guided her feet out to the other side to rest on the floor. Emily took a few moments to secure the pants on her midsection, and keep them from falling down, showing her round, tight bare ass or her trimmed pussy.

You have truly lost your mind, Emily! Are you really going to race after Mark with nothing underneath your clothes and yourself being vulnerable to whatever it is that your ex has to throw at you?!

She reached down, and picked up a solitary black sneaker before her hand slipped it onto her right foot. Emily wasted little time in repeating the same motion to the other foot on her way to the doorway of her room while she responded back to her conscience with authority

I am doing that right now.

Making his way back to his home in his heavy duty pick-up truck, Mark flew the driver side door wide open, and quickly got down from the inside of his truck.

"Fang!"

He called out in desperation for his canine friend that had been with him since he was a puppy. If anything happened to him because of something that Johnathon had done, there would be no stopping his anger.

"Fang!"

Mark darted across the lawn and up to the front door. His eyes looked through the screen door of his home, and saw a sight that caused his worry and concern to disappear.

Sitting on his heels on the other side, Fang wagged his tongue out at him while his long, fuzzy tail swished side to side, quickly, revealing how happy he was to see his human companion back.

Thank god…Fang is okay.

Mark's hands shook as he opened the front door, and moved inside the small well-built home that he had been staying in for the last few years. He knelt down, and wrapped his strong arms around the neck of Fang's body.

"Oh my dear friend." Mark spoke to him in a soft, sincere whisper. "I was so worried about you, Fang."

He moved his body to sit back on his heels, and focused on Fang's face. A smile danced across his own shortly before a chuckle escaped from the confines of his mouth.

"Looks like that stupid little punk Warrens was only issuing an empty threat to me when he said he was going to do something to make my life a living hell-"

His speech to his dog ended, abruptly, when the high pitched sound of wheels flying away from the front of his home. The noise brought him to his feet, and to where he had his pick-up parked out in the yard.

Even though his home and dog were untouched, the brand new tires on his vehicle were not spared. All four of them had been sliced with a box cutter, leaving them in shreds.

Why that little shit! He ruined my brand new tires! I am going to wring his little-

His train of thought stopped when he caught sight of a note under a window wiper on the front of the truck. Mark walked up towards it, and used his right hand to pull it loose. He took his other hand, and used it to steady the paper, allowing his eyes to read over the words.

Mark, since you managed to save your home and that filthy mutt of yours, I am going to replace them with shredding these tires of yours…and doing as I please with a certain southern belle that you have left all alone up the road at Belle's ranch. Don't worry…I will take…special care of her from now on.

Oh no…Emily…

He had left her all alone at her granny's farm with no means to protect herself from her crazed former boyfriend and all the deviant thoughts that he had deep inside for her.

Shooting off like a rocket, Mark raced down the stretch of road in the direction of where he had come from with his arms pumping and fueling the speed he was moving at. His focus shifted from his truck's slashed tires to getting to his woman before Johnathon could hurt her.