A Cowboy's Heart

by EmilyA198527

After having been fired from her job and facing an uncertain future, Emily Withers decided to take a trip to Oleander, a small town about an hour outside of Houston, Texas to spend the summer with her grandmother. However, she was unaware that her grandmother had a ranch hand by the name of Mark Callaway, and that meeting him would awaken a fire in her that she never knew existed.

45. Chapter 45

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

For a limited time, Books 1 thru 3 of A Cowboy's Heart series is now available on Kindle for .99 cents. Look for the one that is titled A Cowboy's Heart:Books 1-3

Chapter Forty-Five

Okay, Emily…Here it is…The point of no return. There is no going back now.

Emily tried very hard to keep her heart from racing any more than what it was at the moment. She needed to remain calm if this was to go off without a single problem.

Letting a sigh, she eased the door open, and moved herself to stand outside of the vehicle, keeping her back towards Mark's hiding spot. Her eyes moved towards where her ex-boyfriend stood while she listened to the sound of his voice.

"It is good to see that Mark has finally realized who the better man was and is." Johnathon spoke with a coy sound in his voice despite trying to sound sexy and seductive to her. "I mean…I knew it would only be a matter of time before that impotent and ignorant cowboy knew that I am more of a man than he can ever dream to be."

Oh…I wish to just punch him as hard as I can in his face for what he is saying about Mark, and end it on my own.

Emily struggled to keep from letting her true feelings rise to the surface. She desperately wanted to shut him up, and sending him running for the hills on her own terms.

There was nothing that she found in the way he talked to her that made her quake with desire or shiver with lust. It was quite the opposite for her.

Don't give into it, Emily. Her conscience whispered to her in an urgent tone. You have to keep up this façade with Johnathon if you are wanting to not only walk away with Mark…but also alive.

It was right. Her ex-boyfriend had come there with a gun, and was not prejudice at all about the idea of shooting into the house with the aim being to hurt Mark, Fang or herself. She had to play along with this or there wouldn't be a future for the two of them.

Drawing in a breath of air, Emily managed to put a smile on her face as she moved away from the vehicle, and started towards Johnathon.

"Yes…" She said, sensually. "He couldn't measure up to all that you can give to me."

Her voice forced the words out to him. It took every ounce of her strength to keep her from caving in, and just let him have it for what he had done to her in the past and at that very second.

She made her way around him to where his back faced the direction of the opened driver side door. Her eyes remained focused on his stare that was fixated on her, wishing to keep his attention on her. Emily took a chance with flashing him an expression that dripped with desire that she wished for only Mark to see before she spoke to him in a tone to match the way she was looking at him.

"How about we head out of here now, and go back to your place, darling?"

The only place that you are going to is back inside with me, sweetheart.

Mark made stealth movements out of the backseat of the car, and placed his tall frame into a squatting position. His eyes never left the form of his target, and the reason for Emily's frustration during the last month. Shifting down into the position of a football player fixing to run at an opposing team mate, Mark drew in a breath of air, and released it with a soft growl coming out with it.

Get ready to have a taste of the mud, you stupid piece of shit.

He dug the heels of his shoes into the earth, and sent himself racing towards Johnathon's direction. Mark let out a louder growl slip out of his mouth just as one of his shoulders collided with the man that Emily had been distracting from the car, and sent them both falling down to the earth, hard.

Don't give him a chance to get up, Mark! His conscience screamed at him with desperation in its concerned tone. Finish this here and now!

Mark let his inner voice's plea give him the much needed confidence he desired at the moment to straddle over Johnathon's body and start to deliver punches to his head and face.

His hands managed to get a few more good shots in before he discovered his tall body being rolled over to where Johnathon was on top now. His eyes focused in on the bruises already forming on his face already while he listened to the sound of his voice coming out.

"You son of a bitch…" Johnathon said, furiously. "You are going to pay for going back on your deal with me!"

"I never made a deal with you, asshole."

Without missing a beat, Mark used his head to hit his lover's ex hard in the forehead without enough strength to send him stumbling backwards. He waited a few seconds before his muscular frame sat up halfway while his deep voice poured out of his mouth in an intense and serious tone.

"I was never going to let you take Emily away from me, and do as you please with her. She means much more to me than you will be able to really truly comprehend…and you will never have the pleasure to have her in your life…For you see…She is already in mine, and no one is going to take her from me."