Chapter 25
Sometime around 2 PM, Geneva finally opened her eyes as the sunlight blinded her momentarily. "Damn it." She hissed, rolling over and felt the empty space beside her. Her eyes shot open fully, trying to clear her blurred vision, and sighed with relief at the sight of Taker staring out the window deep in thought. She stretched and slipped out of bed, needing some coffee, yawning loudly.
"Coffee is fresh and hot." Taker informed without turning around, sufficiently aware of her habits to know, on nights she either got very little or poor sleep, she had to have coffee to make it through the day. He pressed his palm against the window, resting his head against the cool pane. "Did you sleep well?" Pointless question it seemed.
"I slept, I'll leave it at that." Geneva replied gruffly, pouring herself a cup of coffee and sank back down on the bed.
She'd had at least five different nightmares, most of them being about Steve and Taker. They disturbed her in more ways than one, though Geneva tried blocking them from her mind, not wanting to relive them anymore. She glanced over at Taker and knew something was bothering him, sucking down her coffee as fast as she could.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Austin." Taker answered simply, knowing that would bother her, but not about to lie. He turned from the window, studying her for a moment before going to pour himself a cup of coffee, loading it with sugar. He needed the extra boost as well today. "I know you think it's not him, but look at it logically, Neva. He's the only person who has anything to gain from all of this. He's also the only person who'd have the balls to blow up my truck. Nobody is THAT damn stupid."
Geneva closed her eyes, not wanting to believe it was Steve. "No, I don't believe that..."
What was she thinking? How did Geneva know it wasn't him? Her mind spiraled now, feeling the frustration building rapidly. What was she supposed to do? She literally slept with Steve's enemy and Geneva knew he liked her as more than a friend. Maybe even a little on the obsessive side, Geneva presumed, wishing she could agree with Taker.
"I don't know anymore, Mark." She finally said, sounding defeated. "I don't know what to believe anymore and, as long as you two aren't in the hospital bleeding and broken, that's all I care about." Geneva needed aspirin.
"Darlin' listen, Austin is the one who got you into the company because he has feelings for you." Taker made a face, trying not to envision her and Steve together. "Then things started to happen when he seen me just talking to you. It all fits." He stared at her, knowing she felt some kind of loyalty to Steve, but Taker had to try to make her see things from his point of view.
"I know it does, Mark okay? Goddamn it!"
Geneva finally snapped, tossing the bottle of aspirin across the room she'd procured from her purse, not believing what was happening. Was Steve really that jealous of her relationship, or whatever it was, with Taker that he would BLOW UP HIS TRUCK? The more she thought about it, the more Taker's words made complete sense and that just angered her further. Steve could've killed them!
"He better stay away from me. He better stay FAR away from me or else I'll bash his SKULL IN MYSELF!" She shrieked those last words and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door so hard the walls rattled throughout the room.
Taker blinked, definitely not expecting THAT reaction. On some sick level, it pleased the hell out of him and brought a momentary smile to his lips. He liked knowing she had her own little badass side, though Geneva didn't show it often. Then Taker snorted, deciding he'd keep Farooq on the detail duty, just in case Austin DID try something with her.
It took a lot to piss Geneva off and, one thing she HATED more than anything else, was being lied to. She hated it with a passion and couldn't stand people who did it. What was the point when they were going to get caught in the long run?
Taking a cold shower to calm down, Geneva finally stepped out of the bathroom an hour later, her hair pulled up in a high curly mess on top of her head. A towel was wrapped around her body securely, not in the mood for any sexual activity with Taker. Pulling a pair of blue jeans and a turquoise halter top out of it along with garments, Geneva proceeded to dress in silence. Her anger stemmed, Geneva was still heated and knew she would probably snap all over Steve if she saw him again.
Taker dressed as well, knowing they had to work a house show that night, wondering just what else could go wrong to make his week more fantastic then it already was. For once, Taker missed the tranquility he'd had with Geneva in Houston, wanting to escape with her again. He deftly braided his black hair, slipping a pair of shades onto his forehead, a morose look on his face.
"You about ready, darlin'?" He called, not about to invade her privacy at the moment.
"Yeah, I'm ready." She replied darkly, slinging her bag over her shoulder with her purse, wanting blood and guts tonight.
Geneva was in the mood to see a train wreck if possible, missing doing surgery like crazy. God she would give ANYTHING to hold a scalpel at that moment and just cut a patient open, to smell the aroma of blood. She sighed wistfully as they walked toward the elevator, pursing her lips tightly together.
"So how are we getting to the arena now that our car has been blown up?" She asked dryly, clenching her fist tightly at her side.
"I had Bradshaw get one of my motorcycles out of storage." He replied just as dryly, cracking his knuckles through the black fingerless gloves he wore. "You can ride, right?"
He glanced down at her briefly. One look at her face said it all, she was in the same mood as he was. Ready to both see and dish out some action. Taker pitied anyone who needed her services tonight.
"I can handle it." Geneva replied, both of them practically storming to the parking lot where his motorcycle awaited.
Admiring the beauty, Geneva loved the graveyard painted on it and handed over her items to Taker, slipping on the beast with ease. Long ago, Geneva rode with her father back in New York when she was younger. She missed him, not having a great father/daughter relationship with her father because of his jealousy toward Uncle Mick, his brother. Taker mounted in front of her and Geneva wrapped her arms around his body, needing to feel him close to her right now.
Taker revved the Harley and roared out of the parking lot without preamble, eyes covered by his black shades. He smiled somewhat when he felt her rest against him, the feel of her weight against his back oddly comforting. Though what in the hell he needed comforting for was beyond him. The motorcycle all but roared as he pulled into the underground parking lot of the arena, sending people scattering when he didn't show any signs of slowing down. When Taker did finally park and cut the engine, he was feeling much better.
Geneva opened her eyes and smiled, also feeling better, releasing a lot of her aggression out in that ride. It'd been so long since she'd been on a motorcycle ride and couldn't believe they hadn't done it in Houston. Dismounting with his help, Geneva laced her fingers with his as they walked into the building, not caring what anyone said or thought. If people were smart, they would leave her alone tonight and just get fixed up.
Taker paced the floor in his locker room, mentally rehearsing what he was going to say during his in ring promo to build the anticipation for the Summerslam pay-per-view. Sure, he had a script in hand, but Taker also liked adding his own twist on the words to make it more believable and realistic. He smirked to himself, knowing he was simply too brilliant. He was almost TOO damn good at what he did.
"Here we go." Steve snorted into his beer, exchanging looks with Dwayne when an all too familiar theme music played throughout the building, deep demonic laughter echoing around them. "I really hate that."
Geneva never watched the show, but something told her to turn the monitor on in her office provided, smiling when she saw Taker and continued stitching up Matt Bloom's forehead –WWF fans knew him as Albert, who was part of the tag team T&A with Trish Stratus and Andrew Martin, he wrestled under the name Test. Apparently Andrew got a little chair happy and clocked his own partner, not to mention Trish. She was just knocked out at the moment, but Albert was a raging bull as the blood poured down his face. Geneva sighed as she just continued sewing him up, eyes glancing at the monitor every couple seconds.
Standing in the ring in his wrestling gear, even though Taker had no intention of wrestling, his legs looking longer than normal simply because of the black tights clinging to them. He took his time slipping through the ropes, staring evilly at Michael Cole who was waiting in the ring. It never failed to amuse him at how gullible and cowardly these announcers were, though Taker supposed he couldn't blame them considering he was very intimidating.
"Undertaker-"
He snatched away the microphone. "Your interview privileges have been revoked, Michael Cole. Simply because you look like you're about to piss yourself, boy." He said in a dark voice, shoving the much smaller man toward the ring ropes.
Geneva couldn't help laughing at the monitor, shaking her head, finishing off Matt before sending him on his way, and proceeded to clean up while she listened in. His voice always sent tremors and desire coursing through her body and he looked simply outstanding in those tight black tights. They had to talk soon and Geneva finally came up with a plan. She wasn't going to bring it up and was giving him 3 months to do so. If Taker didn't, then she was done and they could go their separate ways once and for all.
The Undertaker paced the ring for a moment, looking contemptuously out at the crowd, finally raising the microphone to his lips. "Everyone has been wondering," He began, drawing it out, his voice getting deeper and deeper by the moment. "Who had the brass balls to try to take me out?" His nostrils flared, a very cruel smile spreading on his face. "Was it the Rock?" He began pacing again. "Was it Mankind?" He named off a few other people he had feuded with in the past. "Or was it Stone Cold Steve Austin?" He paused while the fans started cheering madly, sneering.
Geneva drew her eyebrows together slowly, walking over and sank down on the examination table, ocean blues glued to the monitor while Taker continued to speak. As far as she knew, Taker being taken out of commission was NOT a part of the storyline. Because if it was, there was going to be some SERIOUS hell to pay!
"Stone Cold, get out here NOW." The Undertaker ordered, halting to stand in the middle of the ring.
Fans went nuts when the sound of glass shattering echoed throughout the arena, fans instantly on their feet. Whenever they heard the glass, it meant there was an ass kicking coming and they knew they were in for one hell of a moment. Austin glared at Taker, not taking his ice blue eyes off of him as he crossed the ring, climbing the turnbuckle and saluting the fans, proceeding to do this in every corner just to piss off the Deadman.
Geneva's eyes narrowed at the monitor, wondering what Taker was doing and why he had called Steve out. Granted, she knew they were still feuding in the ring...Her eyes instantly widened and she covered her mouth with her hand, knowing exactly what Mark was doing. "Oh Christ..." She whispered, shaking her head, trying to pull her gaze away and couldn't.
Austin folded his arms over his chest, glaring at 'Taker from a few feet away, his eyes ice cold.
Taker's own eyes danced with pure evil as he raised the microphone to his lips, his head leaning forward just a little. "It's the million dollar question, Austin." Venom dripped in his tone. "Who tried to take out the Undertaker permanently? And I know exactly who did it."
Austin's nostrils flared dangerously.
"I did it, Austin." Taker spat out, a vicious laugh pouring from him when Austin actually looked surprised. "I took myself out of action, just for the PLEASURE of seeing you squirm like a worm on a hook as everyone stood by and blamed YOU!"
Geneva had a hard time breathing when she heard that, dropping the glass bottle of numbing solution in her hand, staring at the monitor as her heart fell into her stomach. "Oh my god..." She whispered, trembling from head to toe, not believing it was true.
It couldn't be true! Tears coursed down her cheeks as Geneva backed up more from the monitor, acting as if it would attack her, and knew she couldn't stay here. She had to leave NOW. Not wasting a second, Geneva packed her things up, pushing past Dwayne as soon as she opened the door. He tried stopping her and all Geneva could do was shout over her shoulder a lie about having a family emergency, heading straight for the exit.
Taker emerged from the ring, covered in sweat. They'd brawled all the way to the back where he had simply walked away, leaving Austin standing there shouting profanities. He quickly made his way to the medical room, halting in the doorway when he seen the shattered glass on the floor that Geneva dropped, his eyes narrowing.
She had left.
Geneva acquired a different room under a false identity nobody would guess and made it perfectly clear she was NOT to be disturbed for ANY reason. NO keycards were to be given out under ANY circumstances. She made it to her room with a tear streaked face and slammed the door behind her, dropping her bag on the floor, feeling dirty and used.
How could she actually believe Taker had changed, that he was the same sweet quiet man she knew in 1997? How could she trust him after Steve warned her repeatedly about him? How could she...have sex with him? Geneva's stomach twisted as she felt the chunks rise in her throat and quickly ran into the bathroom, emptying the contents, feeling her heart shattering.
About an hour later, Geneva looked over at the nightstand, raising an eyebrow when she seen it was Lance, and answered. "Hey hon, what's up?" She greeted, sitting on the bed sipping a glass of wine that she'd requested from room service, swallowing hard when he told her who called him. How the hell did Taker get his number. "You need to get your number changed or ignore his calls. It's a long story. I'm not getting into it right now."
"Well, are you okay?" Lance frowned, hearing how muffled Geneva's voice was and knew she'd been crying.
"No, I'm not, but I'll deal with it. I just want to relax tonight and then I'll face everything tomorrow." She sounded completely drained, trying to block Taker from entering her mind. "Remember what I said, just ignore him, Lance."
They talked for a few more minutes before hanging up and Geneva shut her cell phone off, not believing the audacity of Taker to disturb Lance at his job. He'd blown her cell phone up with countless calls, but she didn't care. He could call her until his fingers snapped from dialing the buttons, Geneva wasn't talking to him.
Taker growled, crushing his cell in the palm of his hand, dropping the broken pieces to the cement floor with an audible smack, tiny parts bouncing at his feet. His green eyes narrowed when he seen Austin heading towards the parking lot, cracking his knuckles. Whatever forced Geneva to leave the arena without him, it had to do with Austin and that would not go unpunished.