Note: This is a fanfiction that is based off of a series of books that I have wrote and am working on continuing. The lead male character's name 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 Forty-Two

Without warning, a loud sound of a gunshot going off with a following noise of glass breaking echoed through the house, alerted Fang, and snapped his focus onto what was going on instead of keeping it on Emily.

Instinctively, Mark ducked down and pulled her down with him to where he was on top, shielding her from the aftermath in case any glass flew in their direction or if the bullet hit something on the wall that would send it in their direction.

What in the hell was that?! His conscience asked, screaming out its own shock and fear of what had just happened in a matter of seconds. What is going on, Mark?!

I don't know…but I plan to find out.

Mark spoke with authority to his conscience, informing it that things were fixing to pick up and in a big way.

Easing his body up, slightly, to a point where he gave Emily some room but remained shielding her, Mark scanned over the room, looking for the bullet.

For the most part, the room appeared as it always had been aside from a small piece of glass nestled on the floor at one end of the couch. Everything was where it should be, and nothing was out of place.

His eyes moved in the direction that was beyond where the broken glass lied, and noticed where a shiny, metal object was sticking out in a metal, Ford sign hanging on a side of the mantle.

Bingo!

Mark moved to his feet, and crept over to where the sign hung. He was cautious in his approach as to make sure that if the shooter was still outside that it would not hear his movements. Reaching his intended target, one of his hands titled a corner of the sign up enough to get a look at the bullet that was sticking out of it.

Hm…This looks like the type of ammo that only can be found in a nine millimeter. I wonder-

"Do you want more of that, Mark?"

His body immediately started to boil at the sound of Johnathon's' voice shouting at him from outside of his home. He had reached his limit with the punk, and was not about to let him get one over on him.

Mark moved back over towards the window, but kept to a side of it, hiding his body from sight in case her ex decided to shoot at the window again. Leaning against a wall to the left side of the window, he kept his focus on the window without letting on where he was at the moment.

"Let's not be foolish, Johnathon." He called out to him with his tone dripping with frustration at him for coming to his home, inviting, and shooting a bullet through the living room window with the intent of hurting Emily, Fang, or himself. "You need to walk away right now before you make a decision that will change your life for good."

"The only way that I am going to walk away from this house," Johnathon replied, shouting to the house from where he stood outside," is if it is with Emily riding in the passenger side seat of my car that you stole!"

Emily's heart dropped at hearing the request that her ex-boyfriend had made to him. She didn't want to go anywhere with him let alone give him the pleasure of seeing her in the passenger side seat of his expensive car that was parked out back.

There is no way in hell that I am going to walk out that back door, get into that vehicle of his, and go around the front of the house to where he is-

"Very well, Johnathon."

Mark's voice giving her former flame the answer he wanted to hear from him caused her attention to focus primarily on him, and expose the utter and complete shock that she was under. She kept eye contact on his face that was turned towards the window.

"If you lower your gun, I will have Emily to bring the car around the front of the house, and drive you two to wherever you had in mind."

What in the hell are you doing, Mark?!

Absolute fear started ravaging her from the top of her head all the way down to the bottoms of her feet. Not only was John giving up the fight…but that he was going to hand her, as well as the car, over to the devil himself.

"Okay, Mark." Her ex called out to him. I am putting the gun on your porch right now. Now…You do your part of the agreement."

Emily watched Mark finally look over towards her before she managed to reveal to him how upset she truly was with what was said by him to the monster that stood outside of his home.

How can he do this to me?! I thought I meant more to him than just a roll around in the sack…but I guess that I was wrong.

Her confidence in his feelings for her had started to take a nose dive the very moment that he had told Johnathon that he was going to have her to go outside, get in his car, and drive it around the front of his home to where he was waiting for her. How could she have any other type of feelings for him when he was clearly giving up on her so easily?

Maintaining her gaze on his face, Emily started to notice something coming to the surface of it: Determination. He was showing no sign of walking away or giving off the vibe of someone throwing in the towel. There was no way that he was planning to walk away from her after all from finding his piercing stare fixated on her.

"You got my word, Johnathon." Mark called out to him while his eyes maintained on her with all of his desires and protective side pouring out to only her. "Emily is heading out right now to your car, and will be bringing it around to the front of the house."