Note: This is a fanfiction based off of a series of books I have written and writing. I have changed the name of the lead male character to fit 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-Four

Emily's heart overflowed with happiness at hearing his response. She needed to hear something to reassure her about all that was going on would be okay, and Mark did just that for her.

Thank you, Mark…Thank you.

Holding back the urge to throw her arms around his body and pull him tightly against hers, Emily's brown eyes watched him walk over to the car, and open up the driver side door. She stood her ground as she watched him move his tall frame into the backseat, and ease down to where he would be in the floor and the backseat at the same time, and in a way to where he would not be seen so easily.

Hesitantly, Emily made her way up to the car, and slid her curvaceous frame onto the leather seat. She reached out with her right hand, and pulled the door closed behind her.

This plan is so crazy, Emily! How are you possibly going to pull this one off without making a mistake?!

Her conscience's ramblings took a toll on herself. She needed to be focused on the plan set out before her, but the voice of her inner self was attempting to sabotage that with its own fear of what was to happen next.

Apparently, the turmoil she was experiencing on the inside was clearly noticeable on the outside of her body because she discovered one of Mark's hands slipping onto her right shoulder before giving it a firm yet loving squeeze, letting her know that he was there and she had his complete support in this situation. A faint smile danced across her face as she reached back with one of her hands, and squeezed his back in the same kind of gesture he had given her.

"You have nothing to worry about, Emily." Mark whispered to her. His deep, Texan accent made his voice appear both comforting and sensual at the same time. "I am right here with you…You are not alone in this battle. We are in this together."

"Thanks, Mark…" Emily replied back to him in a tone that was soft and relieved. She used her thumb on her hand to rub against the top of his hand as she spoke to him. "I needed to hear that."

"You're welcome, Darling…and I will be telling you something else once we get done with this punk, and we are finally alone with each other."

Her curiosity instantly peaked the moment she heard what he had said to her. What was it that Mark had to say to her? Is it good? Is it bad? Is it in the middle of the two?

Although she desperately wanted to know what he wished to say to her, Emily knew that right now she needed to focus on their plan like he was. She gave one more nod to him before removing her hand from his, and turning the key in the ignition over.

It's time for less talk…and more action.

Mark kept his body close to the floor, and out of sight of the window as best as he could. He didn't want Johnathon to spot him right off the bat when Emily got out of the car.

As she had started driving them around a side of his home, he could feel his heart racing and adrenaline pumping at an accelerated speed. The fact he was heading into a fight against Johnathon with Emily's safety and welfare on the line made the tension and intensity of the moment even that much more stronger and profound.

I hope that you are ready for what you are heading into, Mark. His conscience whispered, letting its concern for the moment be clear and out in the open for him to completely see. You are heading right into the lion's mouth.

I am quite aware of where I am going, and it doesn't scare me at all. He showed no hesitation in his response to his inner voice's plea for caution. And there is no backing out for me now.

Mark was one hundred percent confident in his plan and didn't doubt it for even a single second. He had thought it through and figured it out to the best of his ability.

I have figured out all of the logistics to it, and am quite sure of this plan going off without a hitch.

Are you sure, Mark?

What are you going on about now?

What if Johnathon didn't put his gun down when he said he was going to? What if he doesn't give Emily a chance to have his back turned to you and has your plan to fail horribly?

Before he could respond back to his conscience in the way he was wanting, Mark caught the sensation of the vehicle coming to a stop, and the sound of Emily shifting the car into park.

As he stated earlier…The time for talking was now over. Now…The time for action had arrived.