Chapter 40
Being woken up due to her blaring cell phone did not start Rajani's day off well. Or the fact that Taker wasn't in bed with her. Rajani blinked the sleep out of her eyes and reached for her cell phone, groaning at the unknown number flashing across the caller ID. If this was Dwayne again, she was seriously going to hurt him when she saw him in person again.
"This BETTER be a life or death situation." She growled in a grumpy greeting, rubbing her temples and rolled on her back, trying to wake up.
"That depends entirely on whose life we're talking about. Mine is in rather good hands, yours...not so much." Came Kane's annoying bright wide awake and chipper voice. "I get the feeling, Raj, that you are not a morning person." He was, of course, that might have been a side effect to being a semi-wanted man at the moment. Paranoia tended to keep a person bright eyed and bushy tailed. "You should however, sweetheart, try to wake up a bit. We need to discuss our little predicament."
Rajani groaned, hating this man even more than she already did and didn't move from the bed, letting out a loud yawn. "Right, I should've known." She mumbled, slowly pushing herself up while holding the phone between her shoulder and ear, every part of her body sore. "Hold on." She ordered, looking over her shoulder before stepping out on the balcony, closing the sliding glass door behind her. "What do you want to talk about, Kane?"
"If you're worried about Mark, he's downstairs in the kitchen applying ice and salve to various body parts..." Kane informed her, snickering softly when Rajani's quiet gasp of surprise reached him through the phone. "And you, precious, need a shower and a good hair brushing, you look horrible. Didn't you sleep well?" His tone went from teasing to concerned, all in the span of a few seconds. Of course she already knew he was psychotic by now, Rajani should be used to his oddness.
"You're here." Rajani fought the urge to run back inside the house and alert Taker on what was going on, but knew that wouldn't be a smart move on her part. She began pacing back and forth on the balcony, thankful she decided to wear non-revealing sleep attire. "What do you want, Kane? Seriously, I've had enough of the mind games from John to last me a damn lifetime. What exactly is it that you want from me? Because something tells me this is about more than just having immunity as far as your plan with John goes. So just stop with the games and tell me already, get it over with."
He wasn't there, but he wasn't telling her that, she could suffer awhile longer thinking he was somewhere close watching them. It would make her more inclined to play nicely with him. After all, he had been playing nice with her, now hadn't he? He had been there the previous day, before John had gone and messed everything up. They had called the cops when they saw what Cena had done to the place. The cops just hadn't done their job very well.
"You're making this more complicated than it is, Raj. I just want my immunity, personally delivered..." John was just being a vindictive idiot, Kane figured he was protecting his ass by spying on the chit. If she was going to double-cross him somehow, Kane wanted to know about it.
"Why so you can kill me for what I did to you? FYI, you deserved it after everything you put me through, Kane. I don't regret bashing your face in and I'd gladly do it again if it meant saving my own ass." Rajani couldn't help letting him get under her skin and swallowed hard, raking a hand through her hair nervously. "But since you won't give me the information I need until I do this your way, fine, we'll do it YOUR way. Just keep in mind that whatever you plan on doing to me will reflect against you because the immunity will not cover it. It only covers everything you've already DONE."
"I solemnly swear that I will not lay a finger on you or harm you in any other fashion." He said in his best boy scout tone of voice. "You're so paranoid Raj, relax. Once I have my immunity and you have your information, your dear husband will be in prison, you'll be a divorcee and everyone will get to live happily ever after." He was planning living his own happily ever after in Madrid, where Taker couldn't touch him.
One good attribute of Kane's was he was a man of his word and rarely went back on it, if ever. "In turn, I swear Taker won't lay a finger on you." When he agreed happily, Rajani couldn't help sighing a breath of relief, knowing the games were about to come to an end and John was about to get a very rude awakening. "Where and when?" The sooner she did this, the better off they would be. Her lawyer was waiting in the wings for Kane's information, which she would send him on a tape recorder.
"I'll text you the details Raj, your old man is coming and you should probably end this call before he gets in the room." Kane hung up just as Taker walked into the bedroom.
What the hell was she doing out there? Taker felt a hell of a lot better this morning, thanks to her rub down last night and the ice and salve this morning. "Darlin', I figured you'd still be in bed." He murmured, stepping out onto the balcony with her.
Kane figured he'd give them a moment before sending said details, he was just a nice guy like that.
"Just getting some fresh morning air. Dwayne called again, being overprotective."
Rajani hated lying to Taker, but knew she would have to deliver the immunity alone without him. It wasn't going to be easy, but she would figure it out. She accepted a sweet kiss from him, blinking when he pulled her tightly against his body and it instantly deepened. Rajani knew Kane was watching them somehow and immediately broke the kiss, pulling away from Taker and headed back inside the bedroom, feeling chills rush down her spine.
"How are you feeling today?"
"Better than I did yesterday..." He said slowly, following her inside.
That had been a rather abrupt break in their kiss, but...given her current circumstances and everything that had happened, Taker supposed he probably shouldn't read too much into it. He already knew she probably wasn't overly thrilled with the prospect of staying here for a few days while he recovered properly. No point in causing waves over a kiss, not with everything else she'd been through.
"Good."
Now that they couldn't be seen, Rajani leaned up on her tiptoes and softly kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Some moments were meant to be private and Kane wasn't about to see all of them. She squealed out when Taker suddenly lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist and held her tightly against him, their foreheads meeting.
"Oh yeah, you're definitely feeling better." She giggled, kissing him again and hugged him, running her fingers over his Mohawk shaven head.
Even with his limited viewing capabilities and awkward camera angles, Kane could see well enough to note that Taker had just planted Rajani down on the mattress and was kissing her with more gusto than a man, who had gotten his ass handed to him only days ago, should possess. No, just...no. He texted that information on, smirking.
Taker arched an eyebrow when Rajani broke the kiss, a second time. He knew she was waiting on news about John, but dear lord...He was being cock-blocked by a damn cell phone! Kane had impeccable timing, Rajani thought sarcastically, and closed her cell phone after reading where and when he wanted to meet. She suddenly tossed it behind her and pulled Taker right back down, not about to deny him anything. The meeting wasn't for a couple of hours, which was plenty of time to get a session in with Taker or two. And if Kane was watching them the entire time, well he was about to get one hell of a show as Taker removed her top while she unsnapped his jeans, both of them devouring each other. That was...weird, but Taker was going to let it slide because man mode was kicking in. He'd bother her about whatever she had been texted later, providing he remembered. Right now, his attention was focused on her and nothing else.
Kane was sick in the head yes, but not quite that sick. He shut down the camera visuals and muted the audio. He'd check back later, right now he had to go wash away the current disgusting feeling he felt.
Once Taker was asleep, after 2 sessions, Rajani slipped out of bed and quickly dressed in a blue denim skort with a tie-dyed tank top, sending a text to Kane that she was on her way. She grabbed the keys from the dresser, clutching them silently in her hand and looked back at him, hoping she wasn't making a mistake by doing this by herself. As much as she loved Taker, Rajani had to do whatever it took to get out of this sham of a marriage to John or else she would never have a future with Taker. Grabbing the documents that promised Kane's immunity, Rajani walked silently out of the bedroom, down the stairs and got in the huge Chevy Silverado. A few minutes later, Rajani pulled out of the driveway and headed away from the ranch, trying to put her mind at ease.
Kane was a bit paranoid. He had missed the scene where Rajani got up and vacated, turning the visuals back on to the sight of a sleeping, sprawled and very naked Taker on the bed. That was more of the man, in an awkward pose, then he had ever wanted to see. Ever. Kane had gotten Rajani's text and was ready to meet her so they could get this over with. But he'd be lying if he said he didn't think she had something up her sleeve, one last card to play.
The whole drive, Rajani kept battling with herself to keep going, wishing she would've told Taker about this. Nobody knew she was doing this, so Kane could do anything he wanted to her. She had no backup plan, there would be nobody to save her. Looking up at the warehouse, Rajani swallowed hard and pulled into it slowly, finally stopping the truck in front of it. Rajani cut the ignition, grabbed the paperwork and her cell phone before slipping out of it, pushing the keys in the front pocket of her denim skort.
Kane paced up in the catwalk, ever so often glancing out the disgustingly grimy sky windows. He froze when he heard the metal bay door being slowly hesitantly slid open and crouched down. His cool gaze narrowed in on the overly brightly dressed Rajani, who looked like she was mentally questioning her intelligence. He was personally questioning both of their current mindsets. There were a million and one ways this could go badly.
Looking around the warehouse, Rajani forced herself to close the door behind her, suddenly thinking this could be a scene out of a horror movie. Her hair was pulled up in a tight messy bun since it was hotter than hell in Texas, thankful it was dry heat. Kane was around here somewhere, but Rajani had no idea where. Was she supposed to go on the hunt for him?
"Kane!" She called out hesitantly, clutching the papers tightly in her hand and couldn't stop shaking.
"I hope..." His voice echoed about her. "That you came alone."
He lowered himself down slowly by the hands, letting himself dangle behind her for a moment before dropping silently. One thing he and Taker both had in common was that they possessed an almost unearthly ability to move silently when they wished too. When her head cocked to the side, Kane reached out to wrap one arm around her waist, the other clamping on her mouth.
"I want you to pull out your cell phone. I know you never go anywhere without it and remove the battery." Kane wasn't about to be recorded either.
Squeezing her eyes shut and breathing heavily against his monstrous hand, Rajani reached a trembling hand into her pocket, pulling her phone out. She quickly took the back of it off and removed the battery like Kane instructed, dropping both of them to the hard cement floor. Her heart thundered against her chest, feeling as though it might fly right out at any second, but Rajani did her best to stay perfectly still. With that, Kane let her go and stepped around so he was in front of her, but out of immediate striking and kicking range. Rajani was a rude little thing and had hellcat tendencies. He was hoping to keep this...on friendly terms.
"Anyone know you're here?" Kane asked, hooking his thumbs in the belt loops of his faded blue jeans.
"No." Rajani answered without hesitation, looking him square in the eyes so Kane knew she wasn't lying to him.
Still holding the papers to the point where her knuckles turned white, Rajani did not move an inch. What Kane didn't know was currently she had a tape recorder in the back pocket of her skort. It was small enough to where he wouldn't see it poking out against the material or anything.
"You gave me your word and I hope you're honorable enough to keep it."
"Mmmhmm, let me see the papers."
Kane held out a hand, not about to say another word until he had read everything over. He was by no means an idiot, insane yes, but not an idiot. He wanted to make sure he wasn't about to talk his ass into a prison cell with some fat, sweaty redneck named Bubba. No thanks. Rajani took a deep breath before extending her hand, placing the papers in his and felt Kane snatch them away. Her dark eyes looked around the warehouse again, seeing there was a catwalk that she could potentially climb if she had to get away from him. Rajani did not trust Kane and rightfully so, especially with everything he did to her. It didn't matter that John hired him to hurt her, everyone was responsible for their own actions and that did not exclude Kane.
"Well?" She demanded impatiently, folding her arms in front of her chest. "Are you satisfied?"
"Hold your damn horse's woman, you can't expect me to skim this now, can you?" Kane chided, clicking his tongue at her, his eyes darting up to look at her face before returning to the paper. The best he could tell from what he was reading, these were completely legit. However, he didn't trust Rajani anymore than she trusted him. "If by chance, these are excellent fakes, you do know I'd snap your neck off eventually, right?"