Chapter 37

Of course the woman might have just done everything that way to get Rajani out of the store. Since to people who weren't in the loop, she was obviously insane. Taker squeezed her hand, smiling slightly when she glanced up at him.

"What next darlin'?" He asked quietly.

"We go back to the hotel and grab our things. Then, I'm taking you to my home here in Miami, unless you'd rather stay at the hotel?" When Taker growled, Rajani laughed softly, pulling her keys out of her purse. "That's what I thought." She slid the new cell phone in the designated pocket, thankful they had kept her number the same. "I think a home cooked meal is in order too, so we'll have to stop by the grocery store to pick up a few things."

Since Rajani hadn't been home in at least two weeks, her place didn't have any food in it. Now that she was with a near seven foot Neanderthal, Rajani would have to buy double, possibly triple, of food. Slipping into the driver's side, Rajani buckled up while Taker did the same before pulling out of the parking lot, heading to the hotel.

"I'll also have to call my lawyer to start the divorce process."

On one hand, Taker hoped she didn't overbuy because they would be heading to Texas in the morning. On the other, when he was hungry, he ate like a starving army. Taker was a big man, what could he say? He also wondered how John would react to the divorce thing. Surely, Taker would be expecting it, but then again...this was John. The man didn't think inside the box like most people. After careful consideration, Rajani decided that they should eat healthy since there was a lot of fast food stops while on the road. So she decided to make creamy chicken and rotini primavera with white rice and rolls. If Taker didn't like it, he didn't have to eat. Rajani was making what she wanted, putting the ingredients in the cart and added some bagels with cream cheese for breakfast in the morning. They had an early flight so it would have to be something quick.

Taker grabbed a few things he needed as well, including aspirin, which told Rajani he was suffering. They made the shopping trip as quick as possible before heading to the hotel to grab their belongings and check out of their rooms. Rajani forgot the grocery store was on the way back from the mall and she didn't feel like backtracking, so they stopped for food first before going to the hotel. Once all that was done, Rajani and Taker headed out of the city part of Miami to the suburbs. For the first time since she could remember, Rajani had a genuine smile on her face, hardly able to wait to get home, thankful she hadn't gotten rid of it after marrying John.

He wanted her move to West Newbury, Massachusetts, but Rajani had reservations about that since she'd lived and breathed Miami, Florida since birth. They hadn't really discussed moving arrangements much, too busy with the business and everything else involved regarding Kane. Anything she wanted to cook, he'd eat. Considering it was usually an 'eat on the go' thing for him like many others, Taker took anything that didn't come in a greasy bag and a 'do you want fries with that' when he could. He didn't mind Florida either and actually had some properties scattered about, though none in Miami.

"Think Cena will come lookin' for you here?" He asked, already deciding the answer was yes.

"If he knows what's good for him, he won't."

The man had already admitted part of his plan that had tricked her into marrying him; did he really want to give her any more ammunition in this divorce? If John wasn't careful, Rajani would take him for every cent he made, eyes narrowing. What if John had already been in her house? Just because he didn't have a key didn't mean there weren't ways inside. Cursing, Rajani stopped the car and pulled over, parking for a minute to calm down.

"I need a minute." She whispered, jumping when her cell phone rang and shakily pulled it out of her purse, answering it. "What?" She'd put it on speakerphone and pressed a finger to her lips, telling Taker not to say a word.

"I hear you've been talking about coming and finding me, Raja. Do you really think that's wise, considering how well we parted?" Kane's perfectly calm, albeit slightly sinister voice came through loud and clear. "Hello Mark."

"Glen."

"I think...you should be looking for your husband...who knows what he's currently up to."

Rajani had to bite her tongue to keep from ticking Kane off, flat out refusing to call him Glen and leaned back against the seat. "If I see John again, it'll be too soon." Taking the speakerphone off, Rajani stepped out of the car and closed the door, needing some air. "How did you get this number and what do you want, Kane?" She asked, no malice or anger in her tone, just resignation because the man called for a reason. She had so many questions to ask him, he was the man with all the answers and she knew it.

"Oh, nothing much, just to check in, you know...touch base with you, see how you were doing. I'm fine, thank you for asking. My nose is broken, but the nurse I borrowed from the medic station was able to set it quite nicely."

He was chatting with her, knowing fully well she had questions. He was aware John had spilled the beans and revealed that he was an outright lunatic. Kane was crazy, but he was smart crazy. John was just insane.

"I'm not apologizing for what I did to you because you deserved it after what you put me through." Rajani didn't care if that pissed him off or not, it was the truth. She'd always been straightforward with everyone and that wasn't about to stop just because Kane was a lunatic. "Why did you do it? You hate John Cena, as far as I know, so why the hell would you help him make MY life miserable? How much did he pay you to do it?" When Kane remained quiet, Rajani closed her eyes, feeling the tears burn the back of her eyes. "If you tell me everything you know and everything that was planned, I will pay you double whatever John gave you. Or whatever he gave you, I'll double it. You are the only one with answers, the only one that can actually help me get out of this marriage. Please help me with this."

"Why on earth would I do that? Insane, not stupid, Raj." Kane reminded her with a derisive snort. "Sure, you'll pay me, because I obviously need the money." No, he did not. "And then you'll have me sent to prison as soon as you can actually find me, I don't think so. I don't think I would do well in prison. Sure, there are plenty of minds to pick a part and all, but dealing with lunatics can be such a hassle."

"You'll have full immunity from being convicted of anything you've done. I'm not pressing charges against you, Kane." Taker didn't know that yet, but Rajani couldn't very well put him behind bars if he was going to help her get away from John. "I promise you won't go to jail. I just want to know everything that was planned between you and John. Whatever you want, I'll give it to you, Kane." She had no idea what he wanted, but Rajani figured it couldn't be that bad, desperation kicking in. "Please." She whispered finally, pressing her forehead against the car, closing her eyes. "Just tell me what you know. You kidnapped me for a reason and I...panicked. I was terrified of you, I didn't know what you were planning, but something tells me it has to do with John. You were trying to help me anyway, weren't you?" It wasn't a question. Rajani knew it was the truth and could hear the sharp intake of breath on the other line. "Help me bring down John Cena for good."

"Hmm, tell you what…Why don't you talk with your lawyer, you know, when you call about starting your divorce and see about that immunity. I already know YOU can't guarantee it; you're just talking out of desperation." Kane said finally, which was about as far as he would willingly go at the immediate moment as far as terms of helping her went. "And...If I were you, I would get home...you had company."

Rajani slowly slid the phone from her ear and covered her mouth with her hand, knowing exactly what that meant. John had been to her house. Surprisingly, Taker had stayed in the car throughout the whole conversation, which Rajani was thankful for.

"Shit!" Rushing back inside the car, Rajani didn't even buckle up as she started the ignition and sped the rest of the way home, tears sliding down her cheeks. "That mother fucker...was in MY house!" She practically shrieked, ignoring a stop sign and thankful there were no cops around.

She knew these streets like the back of her hand, pulling into the driveway moments later. Not waiting for Taker, Rajani ran up to the front door and unlocked it, shaking from head to toe. Stepping inside, Rajani immediately dropped to her knees on the carpet and buried her face in her hands. Her house was completely destroyed. Taker followed her as fast as his sore hips and knees were allowing him, hesitating in the doorway when he seen the damage. John had been here, or Kane, she hadn't exactly said who. Just 'that mother fucker'. Frowning, he stepped inside, cocking his head to the side and listened. Whichever one, they could still be here.

"Jani, why don't you step outside while I search the house?" Taker suggested quietly, not surprised when she immediately declined.

"W-Why would he do this?" Rajani cried out softly, completely breaking down and felt Taker pull her up to hold her against him. She knew he was in a lot of pain, but comfort is what she needed at the moment. The walls were splattered with red paint, the single word WHORE painted in black on the far wall, the biggest one in the room. "John did this." She whispered, pulling back to wipe her tears away and walked away from Taker to survey the rest of the damage.

While doing so, Rajani pulled her phone out, having grabbed it out of instinct and called the police. She was definitely reporting this. While she used her cell to call the police, Taker was snapping pictures with his own. He had finally figured out the camera function and already knew the police would take their own pictures, but he planned on forwarding these to Stephanie. She had already hired private investigators to find Kane and John. Arching an eyebrow when he seen the trail of red heading towards what looked like he bedroom, Taker felt his blood boiling when he seen her bed. Flowers...just like her hotel rooms had been scattered in, but he could also see other things mixed in with the petals and stems.

Things like razor blades and shards of colored glass. Roses, carnations, lilacs...John had been the one who broke into her hotel rooms, or paid off the hotel staff, to 'decorate' her rooms in them. Rajani remembered how romantic she thought it was at first, but then she started getting freaked out by the notes that were left behind and gone to Taker. Unbeknownst to John, he had pushed her right into Taker's arms because she thought it was Kane behind the whole flower/notes stalking. She was completely wrong and had blamed Kane for something he clearly didn't do. Rajani suddenly felt a twinge of guilt and that just caused more tears to fall from her eyes, standing in her bedroom doorway frozen solid, while Taker just stared down at the bed covered in rose and lilacs petals mixed with sharp objects.

"My god..."

"You know, if you hadn't run right back to Taker, I might've gone easy on you, Raj. But since you're a cheating whore, we're going to have to do this the hard way." John smirked when they both whirled around, waving a hand at them, his blue eyes gleaming wickedly. "And it sucks that you called the cops because now I have to go, so enjoy the flowers, my sweet."

Taker moved as fast as he could, cursing when John threw himself out a window. It hit him then, that little fucker had been in the house watching them, watching her. He cursed again when he heard four loud pops coming from the driveway and growled, knowing those were the car tires, followed by an engine revving and pulling away. Rajani was scared to death now, her face white as a ghost and looked up at Taker with big dark worried eyes. John had been here, why hadn't she noticed it before? The paint on the walls was still drying, it was very fresh. So were the flowers.

The cops arrived a few minutes after John's departure and Rajani gave her statement along with Taker. They snapped pictures of all the damage and told her they would send her copies to her lawyer. Rajani gave them the information, grabbing a few things that weren't destroyed to bring with her to Dallas, before walking out of her destroyed home. Taker had called the car rental place, explaining what happened and they offered to bring a car to them as long as they paid extra insurance. Taker also called the airport, managing to change their flights to leave for Dallas tonight instead of tomorrow.

Grabbing their things, Rajani remained quiet the whole ride to the airport, staring out the window as silent tears slid down her face. Everything was so messed up, she had no idea how it was going to get better. Silence reigned the entire flight and then the drive to his place. Taker was quiet because he was thinking and she was probably going over every part of her history with John in her head. The little shit had always seemed stupid crazy, like one of those hyper sometimes cute, sometimes annoying, morons. John being insane...seemed wrong.

"This is it." Taker grunted when they rumbled to a stop, staring at his home and wondered if Rajani would take it wrong if he fell asleep.

This had been the most messed up day ever and neither of them would do any good right now. He helped her with her bags, ignoring the headache lurking just behind his temples and then led the way inside. A few steps in, Taker paused, his green eyes nothing but narrowed deadly slits.

HOW'S MY WIFE? Was painted across HIS wall in black.