Chapter 39

Later on that night, in a freshly clean bedroom, Rajani sat on the bed reading a book, trying to get her mind off things, while Taker flipped through channels on the television idly. She wore black Minnie Mouse fleece pajama pants with a matching spaghetti strapped tank top. Her hair was pulled up on top of her head, a few strands hanging around her neck. Her cell was on the nightstand on her side, just in case she needed it. Taker had scrubbed the wall down after the cops came and took pictures, which took most of the afternoon up.

Rajani hadn't told Taker about her phone call with Kane, deciding there was no point in bringing it up because Kane wanted to do this his way and she refused. It was hard to even think about sleeping. Taker was tired, but at the same time he wasn't, shifting ever so often on his bed. It was custom made, just for him, since most beds wouldn't fit his size. It was comfortable, but the fact John Cena had been in his house, in his bedroom, and splayed those pictures on his bed, it just didn't feel right. Taker already planned on ordering a new one. Stupid, he knew, but that's just how he felt and what he had to do.

"What happens with your divorce if they can't find him?"

"I have no idea, Charles said the case would remain open until it can be solved." Shutting the book, Rajani set it aside and turned to face Taker, seeing how uneasy he was. "He also recommended that I go to the courts and file for an abandonment divorce. That's not the proper term for it, but I have to wait out John's 90 day deadline. If in 90 days he doesn't respond to the papers or courts, then I can file and it'll take about a year before they can finalize the divorce without him. Does that make any sense?"

"Yeah darlin' it does, it also takes too damn long." He grunted, the idea of her having to wait one year, no...a year and 90 days, that was horseshit considering John was a psychopath and that, in his opinion, should have sped the process up a bit. "We could kill him and make you a widow, you'd inherit his money and shit and be done with it in no time."

"Yeah and then we'd end up running for the rest of our lives, always looking over our shoulder. Wouldn't be able to have kids because we'd always be on the move unless we went to Mexico. No offense, but I'm not fond of Mexico, especially with how many shows the WWE had to do down there. And then when we are old and grey, we can just blow our brains out and the cops can find us that way." All of that was said with sarcasm as Rajani rolled her eyes, turning back to reading her book.

Everything was turned upside down, she didn't know how to fix it. Taker was right, she should've gotten a sped up divorce, but that was the justice system these days. Growling, Taker flipped her over onto her back and did something he hadn't done since before she had run off to marry Cena, he bent down and nipped her thigh. Granted, it was through her pajama bottoms and cotton didn't taste as good as her bare skin did, but he'd take what he could get.

"Listen here woman, if I wanted to kill someone, there'd be no way I'd ever get caught." Taker informed her evenly. "And secondly, if we did have to run, we'd run to Canada. They have better beer and our kids could shovel the snow for us."

Rajani couldn't help laughing at how serious he looked, trying not to, but honestly she didn't want to stop. It felt so good to be able to laugh. Rajani was afraid she had forgotten how to with everything going on and all the drama currently in her life.

"You would want to be a Canadian? You would leave the hot warm Texas weather and go to cold clammy Canada?" That did not sound appealing and Rajani could tell Taker wasn't fond of the idea either. "You sound pretty confident that you'd never get caught." Then her dark eyes turned hesitant, those emerald orbs boring right into her very soul. "Have you ever...killed anyone before?"

"If I have, I don't know about it." That was his way of saying no.

Taker was pretty sure he hadn't killed anyone before. Seriously hurt people, yes, but killed...as far he knew, nope. He wasn't a killer. Not to say Taker wouldn't kill if the situation called for it because he would and he already knew he was smart enough to not get caught.

"I don't want you to kill anyone, Taker. I don't want any blood on your hands." Then Rajani said something she probably shouldn't have, but had to get it out in the open before this relationship, if it even was one, went any further. "I'll understand if you can't...wait for me, Taker. It's going to be a very long process, especially if I have to wait out the 90 days before I can even file for the abandonment."

Rajani rested her head back against the headboard, closing her eyes. He scooted over on the bed and sat up, moving so he was straddling her legs without actually putting his weight down on her. Gently, Taker reached out to cup her face in his hands, running his thumbs along her cheekbones.

"Jani, look at me." He ordered, smiling slightly when her eyes reluctantly opened. "I'm not waitin' for you darlin' because I already have you."

His words touched her deeply, but Rajani couldn't help thinking about the future and that caused tears to sting her eyes. "What about marriage? What about kids? I'm still a married woman, Taker, and I have no idea how long this is going to take. Do you honestly want to be with me and go through all this bullshit that John is going to throw at me? It's not fair." A few tears slipped down her cheeks that he immediately wiped away, closing her eyes as he brushed more away with his lips, gripping his wrists. "Why did I have to be such an idiot and jump to conclusions? This is my fault..."

"I keep blamin' Bonnie, you can too." Taker offered, trying to get her to smile and sighed when he failed. He wasn't so good when it came to making women laugh. Melt them, make them purr sure, but doing the joking thing, not so much. "I'm with you Jani, until the end and then some. Cena manipulated you and me the entire time. Neither of us thought it was him, this is his fault, not yours."

"Come here." Rajani whispered, cupping his face in her sot hands and brought his lips to hers, being very careful.

He was still incredibly sore, the huge bruise on his left side and all over his broad back would definitely take time to heal. She meant what she told John. Rajani was in love with Taker and had been for a while. Slowly feeling Taker guide her down on the bed, Rajani became completely lost in the kiss. A squeal flew from her lips when he blew raspberries on her neck, causing her to giggle.

"Taker, that tickles!"

"It was supposed to, darlin'." He rumbled, wanting nothing more than to make love to her right now but...the timing was off.

One: not in this bed. Two: Taker wasn't at full strength and he wasn't about to be tiring out or something ahead of schedule. No, when he finally took her and made her his in each and every way, well...she would never forget it for all the right reasons. Not the 'old man, too tired' ones. The timing was definitely off and Rajani wasn't mad that he hadn't made anymore moves. He was in pain from his match, which she would never forget as long as she lived. That had been...possibly the most intense match she'd ever seen on WWE television, pay-per-view or not.

"Why don't you lay down on your stomach and I'll rub some salve on your back for you?" She suggested softly, smiling when he rubbed his nose against hers and kissed him quickly. "Before you move, I just want to say that-" Her words were cut off when her cell began ringing.

Dwayne was mildly surprised when Rajani answered her phone for him, though...he had had to get a new one and hadn't had his number switched over. His number was private and, the fact that that little son of a bitch had gotten it, well, he wasn't about to risk anymore messed up phone calls or text messages.

"It's me." Dwayne said gruffly, waiting on her to hang up.

"Dwayne?" Rajani looked at Taker in shock, eyebrows slowly drawing together and was tempted to hang up on her brother. She was still sore at him for what he said, but now wasn't the time to hate on her family. "What do you want?" She asked, pecking Taker's lips before slipping from the bed, raking a hand through her hair. "If you're calling to lecture me again, I don't want to hear it." She added as an afterthought, looking out the huge bay window into the night.

"I'm not calling you to lecture you. I'm calling you to tell you to be careful." He said quietly, having absolutely no idea that she had already been through hell repeatedly today. Dwayne didn't know about the Miami incident, or her seeing John briefly, or about what had happened in Dallas. All he knew was that he had gotten a text message with an image attachment of his daughter playing with her aunt, not cool.

"I'm being as careful as I can, Dwayne..." Her words trailed off, noting the worry in his voice and chewed her bottom lip. "What happened?" Surprisingly, Dwayne went into the explanation about the text message he'd gotten that showed her and her niece playing together. "It's John trying to play mind games with you. Don't let him do it. He destroyed my house and was there while we surveyed the damage. Then he came to Taker's house in Dallas, where I'm at now, and had pictures of me and Taker together and of me and him in pretty intimate shots that I had no idea he was taking scattered on Taker's bed. He painted on the wall too. Taker wants to kill him and now I'm sure you do too. If you do, run for the Canadian border."

That got a laugh out of her. There was obviously a joke in that Dwayne was missing, but he didn't mind, rather pleased to hear her laughter after everything she had been through today. It didn't ease the worry he felt, but it did bring a quick smile to his face.

"I sent them," His family. "Away for a while, just in case." He had dealt with stalkers, sure, but this was different. He knew Cena personally, had worked with the guy, sadly had to call him his brother-in-law… "Just be careful, okay Raja?" Because he had a feeling John was just getting warmed up.

"I'm with Taker, I'll be just fine. You be careful too and send my love to everyone. If anything else happens, let me know so we can send the evidence to my lawyer."

John was going to be up shit's creek without a paddle if he kept this up. The authorities would catch up with him sooner or later. It was just a matter of time. They talked for a few more minutes before Rajani hung up, finally turning to stare at Taker, who was on his stomach on the bed looking back at her.

"Sorry about that, didn't expect him to call." She saved Dwayne's new number in her cell and set it on the nightstand, grabbing the salve. Climbing on the bed, Rajani took the top off and took some salve on her fingers, beginning to slowly spread it over Taker's side. "Wow, you are really big." She blurted quietly, immediately flushing when she realized what exactly she said. "You have a big body I mean. Shut up."

Taker was snickering, burying his face in the pillow he had moved down to use, but there was no hiding the fact that he was having a good chuckle at her expense because his shoulders were heaving. "Shit darlin', you ain't seen nothing yet." He finally rumbled, well aware that she could put him in serious pain at the moment if she was so inclined, but he hadn't been able to pass that up.

"There's the Taker I know." Rajani muttered good-naturedly, shaking her head as she continued spreading the salve all over his back.

The bruises were deep, Rajani had felt every single one of those chair shots and she was sure everyone who was in the arena and at home had as well. Though, when Taker had wailed on Paul with the chair, those were even MORE lethal. She couldn't imagine how bad of shape Paul was in, feeling a hint of satisfaction since she didn't really like the man to begin with. Considering how much those shots hurt after the adrenaline wore off, -not that he was admitting it outside his head- Taker hoped that Levesque was STILL laid up in the hospital. He respected the guy, sure, but no punches had been pulled in that match. It had been all out brutality, none of it fake.

"It's not as bad as it looks..." Taker rumbled, knowing he was naturally pale, and even under the fake bake thing he occasionally did, it still always bruised heavily.

Rajani didn't believe him for a second, but didn't say anything, her thoughts going back to Kane. He wanted her to meet him face to face with the document that insured he had full immunity in exchange for his information. Closing her eyes briefly, Rajani knew what she had to do and leaned down, pressing soft kisses against the deep bruises on Taker's back. If Kane called back again, Rajani would go to him, even if it meant putting herself in harm's way.

After the massage ended, Rajani snuggled up in Taker's arms and both of them instantly fell asleep after one hellacious day. If Taker had had any inkling of what Rajani was planning, he would have tied her ass to his bed and then called her brother in to babysit her while he hunted Kane and Cena down. He much preferred the idea of Rajani being a widow over a divorcee. It would be much quicker for one, and more fun, for him. However, that wasn't the case, but it didn't mean Taker couldn't change things up to his liking.

Kane wasn't going to call tonight, not again, not after their last conversation. She had been pretty...prissy about the details of this immunity paper and how he was going to get them. The way he figured it, the woman needed time to think and get her head on straight. Though, Kane planned on waking her pretty little backside up with a good morning call, much better than a cup of java.