Note: This is a fanfiction based off of my series under the same title that you can find on Kindle for 2.99. The name of the male lead in the story has been changed to fit the storyline. I don't own or have anything to do with the WWE, its partners, or The Undertaker.

Chapter Forty-Three

The wheels in Mark's head had started turning the moment Johnathon had placed down his gun in response to him 'giving' Emily to him. He knew that there was no way he was going to let her slip away from the life he could give to her, and back to the abusive one that her former boyfriend had to offer her.

What are you planning to do now, Mark? You have told him that Emily is heading out back right now to the car and will be driving it around to the front of the house where he is-

His answer lied in what his conscience had said to him. Emily would be heading out the rear door, getting into his replacement car, and drive it around to the front of the house where he was waiting on her. Once she did get out to him, she would have to get out of the car so he could move in the drive side.

With a plan forming in his head, Mark motioned her towards the back door with his head as he silently moved in the same direction, attempting to keep his own sounds as quietly as he could manage. He slipped into the kitchen, and stood in front of the screen door while his eyes lingered on the backseat behind the driver's seat.

There should be enough room in the backseat for me to get down, and spring out at her ex from hell itself when she gets out for him to climb inside of the vehicle.

Mark planned to get down in the backseat of the car behind where Emily would be driving around to the front. Once she would get out and moved out of the way, he would jump out, and take care of Johnathon with his own hands.

Removing his gaze away from the rear seat, he focused it on an approaching Emily with an uneasy look on her face. His eyes lingered on the angelic beauty of her face while her sweet voice echoed to his ears.

"What are we going to do, Mark?" Emily asked. She kept her voice low, but couldn't manage to hide the overwhelming nervousness that she felt about the task at hand. "Do you have a plan in mind?"

"I do…" Mark whispered, matching the lowered sound in hers, with his voice having a very serious tone. "I have a plan on how to deal with that asshole and to keep him from taking you away from me."

His head motioned out towards the car before he slipped out the screen door. Mark moved up to the driver side door, and peered inside at the large backseat that would give him plenty of room for what he had in mind.

Perfect…This is going to work just fine.

Mark turned back towards the house, and gaze upon Emily reaching where he stood. He shifted his eyes to hers, locking onto them, shortly before whispering to her with the same sound and tone in his voice he had used inside.

"Now…I am going to squat down in the back behind the driver seat. You will drive the car around to where Johnathon is waiting, and get out when he asks you to. Once you do, get his back to face me. That will be when I will jump out and silence him once…and for all."

This plan sounds insane to me, Emily. Her conscience's whispered, giving her its opinion regardless of her wish to hear it or not. There are so many things that can go wrong with this, and cost both of you to lose so much.

Secretly, Emily understood that things could go wrong with what Mark wanted the two of them to do for his plan, and that they could lose what they both desperately wanted: Remain together and to spend their time in each other's embrace for however long their time left might be.

However, she also understood that the plan could go without a hitch to it, and that she would finally be free of the source of so many of her problems since having moved down to Oleander for the summer. Johnathon would be gone, and there would be nothing to stop her from spending as much time as she wanted with her passionate and protective Texan cowboy.

Drawing in a breath of air, Emily gave a nod of her head towards him, and let her long awaited answer out in her soft voice.

"Okay, Mark…That sounds like the best way for us to deal with my ex-boyfriend, and to free ourselves from him for good."

She chose to ignore the overwhelming amount of negative thoughts coming from her conscience, and focus on the more positive ones. For this to work, she needed to believe in the plan, and that him and her would finally have peace and quiet once more.

Her eyes focused on his face while the rest of her body sensed his moving towards her. Gazing upon him, the muscles in her face tightened when one of Mark's hands cupped a side of it, and the sound of his deep, sensual voice coming out of his strong mouth.

"Everything is going to be okay, Emily." Mark whispered, keeping his voice soft enough to where only her ears could hear it. "We will take care of Johnathon, and rid ourselves of him once and for all."

"I hope that you are right about this, Mark." Emily wanted to sound brave in the face of the danger they were heading into, but her voice gave away her true feelings, revealing how scared she truly was. "I don't know what I would do without you in my life."

"You are never going to know that feeling because I am going to always be here to keep you safe, happy and loved."