Chapter 46

"Now Rajani, can't you take a minute?" Kane asked, following her at a distance, not about to get jaw jacked or something worse, knowing fully well she didn't trust him anymore than she could throw him. "After all, you trusted me enough to meet me, alone." At least, they had assumed it was alone. If he had known then what he knew now, Kane might've not shown up at all to that meeting.

She continued ignoring him, jumping when his hand reached out to stop her from going up the next set of stairs and felt her back press against the wall. "Get your hand off me now." Rajani whispered, trying to fight back tears that stung her eyes and rubbed it as soon as he obeyed. "What the hell is your game, Jacobs? Why do you suddenly want to help the same woman you enjoy torturing? What the hell is in it for you?" Not sure she wanted to know, the questions fired out of her mouth before she could stop them. "Stay away from me. As far as I'm concerned, you cease to exist to me and I want nothing to do with you."

"You sure about that Rajani?" Kane challenged, staring down at her contemptuously, knowing Taker had gone back down to the car after something. This was fortunate for him because if Taker had been present during this... altercation, Kane had no doubts that the man would have thrown him down the stairs, broken his neck and made it look like the accident they needed for Cena. "I'm a pretty useful guy to know." He knew he was goading her and that was fine. He didn't need her to trust him; in fact, her not trusting him was for the best.

"No you're as much of a psycho prick as your good buddy Cena and, the only reason you're helping me, is because he's now after Steph's family. This isn't for me; it's to keep your ass from going to jail." Rajani wasn't stupid or naive, refusing to believe anything that came out of this monster's mouth. "Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Why did he have to follow her up the stairs to her and Taker's floor? "Stay away from me or else, Jacobs. I mean it."

"Right, I always do things for some specific reason that usually means money or saving my ass, you know me so well." Kane replied sarcastically, though there was a grain of truth in what she had said. "And if I don't stay away from you, what'll you do? Sick Marky boy on me?" He baited further, lips curving into a knowing smirk when he seen her quivering. Probably fear and anger both. When Rajani whirled around, he outright laughed, holding his hands up and took a step back. "Alright, I'm going, but you need me. Don't ever think that you don't, because you're wrong."

Brown eyes narrowed at him, wondering if he really was insane or just enjoyed screwing with her. "You bastard!" She suddenly shoved him with all of her might against his chest and felt tears spill down her cheeks when he just laughed at her, though he stumbled back a few feet near the edge of the stairs. "I don't need you and I never will! Do you hear me?! I DON'T NEED YOU! The only person I need is my goddamn fiancé!"

Everything was getting to Rajani and she couldn't believe she lost it like that with Kane, trembling from head to toe. Without another thought, she bolted through the door to the hotel suite and pulled her keycard out, praying Kane didn't come after her. If she could just get inside, Rajani would be safe until Taker arrived, then she could cling to him for dear life and tell him about the altercation with Kane.

Kane shook his head, staring at the closed and most definitely dead bolted door. He probably shouldn't have provoked her. No doubt Rajani would tell her loving man what had happened. He stroked his chin thoughtfully, knowing that was not going to go over well and he might wind up dead before Stephanie got to use him for her devious plans. It was time to vacate. Insane, slightly evil, yes. Stupid, not so much.

"Raj?" Taker called through the door not 10 minutes later, frowning when he couldn't immediately open it after sliding his keycard through the slot. "What the..." He banged the flat of his hand against the door. "Rajani? Darlin', open the door!" He knew she was paranoid and with good reason, but this...wait, it had actually better be paranoia or else someone was going to have to die.

The second Rajani heard Taker's voice, she immediately rushed to the door and unbolted it, scrubbing a hand down her face. "Sorry." She muttered, walking away from him and sat down on the bed, staring down at her hands.

The bed dipping beside her let her know Taker had joined her and his large hand engulfed one of her own, making her look up at him. How were they supposed to trust Glen - Kane - whoever he wanted to be called? He was the one who kidnapped her once and then nearly twice if it hadn't been for Stephanie's assistant, Alex. Did she tell Taker about her run-in with Kane in the hallway or did she keep it a secret? Rajani didn't know what to do, feeling more confused than she had in her entire life.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked quietly, leaning her head against his arm as her eyes closed, relishing the feeling of being close to Taker. "Tell me everything is going to be okay, Taker. T-Tell me everything will work out, even if you don't believe it."

He cocked a brow down at her, staring intently in Rajani's beautiful brown eyes, pools Taker could get lost in if he didn't keep himself alert and he saw fear there. It broke his heart, knowing she was terrified and with good reason. She was asking him to lie to her, more than he was already doing with Stephanie and her plans to murder John Cena, which he wholly approved of. Something had happened, or maybe his already on edge mind was just supplying him with scenarios and preying on him.

"Everythin' WILL work out, darlin'." He told her, not lying to her because it was the truth. One way or another, everything was going to be fine.

"I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you. Just...promise me you'll be careful when it comes to Cena. He's a slick son of a bitch, not that you don't already know that."

She accepted a soft kiss from him and stood from the bed to grab the phone, ordering both of them something to eat. Even though she had zero appetite, she really had to keep her strength up. Kane could strike again at any given moment and Rajani had to be ready for him in case she had to make a run for it. After placing the order, she hung up and crawled over to where Taker sat, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind.

"With this situation going on right now, what do you want to do about our wedding? Do you want to postpone it until you know Cena is gone for good or do you want to proceed with it? I'll do whatever you want, Taker." Rajani desperately needed some insight because she didn't know the first thing about planning a wedding.

All things considered, Taker was more than tempted to snatch her ass up and run off with her just so they could be married ASAP, just in case. He had already lost Rajani once to John Cena. He wasn't about to let it happen a second time around. However, doing that would just make it look like something was wrong and she honestly did deserve a proper wedding. Secretly, he wanted to see her walk down the aisle to him in a wedding gown.

"Darlin', we're not postponing the wedding. Do you need help with it?" Taker had no idea how to go about planning a wedding, but he was sure Alex did, or that Alex could recommend someone. Metrosexual indeed.

"No, I can handle it, I think."

Rajani knew he had enough on his plate with this Cena situation and honestly she did too. How the hell was she supposed to plan a wedding with all this crap going on around them? Kissing the side of his neck, Rajani reached around to pull his shirt from his pants, caressing his bare chest with her hands.

"Just remember," She paused briefly, nibbling on his ear. "You're the one who has to wear the wedding dress." Rajani couldn't help baiting him, giggling when he growled and knew she was in trouble for that crack. She did love Taker's form of punishment though.

His form of punishment was going to include a bite to her delicious ass because, quite frankly, that was Taker's thing. And she did have the most delectable pert ass he ever seen. If he wanted to brag, Taker had seen a lot of tail in his day, none compared to hers though. Hearing Rajani giggle lifted his dark worried mood, enjoying the sound. It had been such a stressful night for her and, if she knew what he did, it would have gotten worse. He was going to savor these little moments while he could. Smirking, Taker flipped her onto her back and moved so he was hovering over her.

"Woman, you'll be wearin' the dress." He would be the one going underneath it to remove her garter…that was one wedding tradition he would help plan, a smirk curving his lips.

"So you say. Since I'M planning the wedding and I'M the one who proposed, you should be the one to wear the dress." Rajani bit her bottom lip as his predatory acid eyes bore into her, piercing her very soul every time. It never ceased to amaze her just how deep of a connection she had with Taker and hoped it never disappeared. "I'll even make sure to find you a pretty garter for me to pull off. Though, you'll need to shave your legs, precious."

She was being cute, how funny. Taker raised a brow, staring down at her and his mouth curved into a grin. "Darlin', the only thing I might consider shavin' would be my balls and surrounding areas. My legs are off limits and, while I would no doubt look fuckin' gorgeous in a strapless wedding gown all decked out in lace and pearls, I'll be the man in the tux at the altar. Besides," He bent down to kiss Rajani, trailing a hand down her arm and onto her hip. "I'm lookin' forward to the garter part, I'll be under that gown...removin' it..." He caressed her throat with his lips now. "With my teeth..."

Now that was a delicious thought. Rajani's giggling ceased as soon as his mouth landed on her neck, one of her most sensitive areas. Taker knew exactly where to go and Rajani felt her entire body melt, running her fingers over his near bald head. She really missed his hair. Oh well, she loved him regardless and pulled his shirt completely off his body this time, bringing his mouth crashing against hers in a passionate kiss. They both groaned in annoyance when a knock sounded at the door and Rajani knew it was room service, kissing the tip of Taker's nose.

"To be continued."

Slipping from beneath him, Rajani walked over to the door and opened it, rolling the cart in tipping the young boy. Closing the door, Rajani and Taker proceeded to eat, passing out in each other's arms. They were completely drained and exhausted from the day and night's events, knowing the next couple of weeks were going to be hell on earth to deal with.

Trish Stratus had no idea why she had been called in to help plan Mark the Undertaker Calaway's wedding. Considering the guy was a legend and had been a mentor during her run with the company, she had gladly agreed. And his fiancée was an absolute peach, though a bit on the tense side.

"So...Rajani, am I saying it right?" She hesitated, really hoping this woman didn't mind that she had been forced on her. "Mark said you could probably use some help." He had also said that she was the only woman he knew who wasn't a total ass with garish taste. Charming Calaway.

"Just call me Raja, everyone else does."

Rajani honestly didn't mind the help, though why Taker chose Trish Stratus was beyond her. It didn't bother her. Trish had been with the company for almost a decade and had accomplished more in the Diva's division than anyone besides The Fabulous Moolah. Not mention she was an absolute doll. Dwayne had a fling with her at one point, Rajani remembered hearing about, but nothing came of it. That was probably a good thing because, if it did, Rajani would probably tell her to take a flying leap off a short pier.

"I was thinking of looking at flowers today. I have a magazine here..." She was completely lost on everything.

Trish knew who Rajani was in terms of Dwayne, the guy had bragged to great lengths about his little sister, who was supposed to be a secret in terms of nobody knowing the relation. Not that Trish had told anyone, she was very good at keeping her mouth shut when she needed too. Her honesty, work ethic and no bullshit attitude had gotten her far and respected. No ditzy blonde here, regardless of her occasional forays into that and slut territory during her stint.

"Flowers? Okay." She eyeballed the magazine. "What do you like? Have you decided on a color or theme yet?"

"No..."

Rajani frowned, rubbing her temples and wondered what was so wrong with the idea of eloping. That's right, Taker wanted her in a white gown so he could take a garter off of her leg with his teeth in front of everyone. And then her brother refused to let her elope and wanted an actual wedding along with the rest of her annoying family. Sighing heavily, Rajani shook her head and started looking over the flowers, making faces. This was so confusing.

"Why can't they just have a place you go too and they have your dream wedding with everything added in? This is so frustrating..."

"Technically, they do. Bridal consultants and all that, but they usually push you into crap you don't want and its ridiculously expensive." Trish said smiling, her eyes crinkling at the corners when she did. That and this way, Rajani would have to focus more on the wedding and less on the other stuff going on in her life. "Well, decide on colors you like and go from there. This doesn't have to be anything the magazines say. Do what you like. It's your big day after all."

Taking a deep breath, Rajani began looking through colors and honestly loved the idea of silver and purple. Not the lilac purple - a dark rich purple. She didn't even realize she just picked Mark's colors his character in the WWE portrayed, just going with her gut instinct and finally pointed out the colors.

"What do you think? It's not too dark is it? Maybe I should go with bronze or maybe...green?" When Trish made a face of revulsion, Rajani chuckled and immediately nixed the green idea. "Screw it, silver and purple it is. Now flowers..."

"Hmm okay, good. Silver and...A royal purple?" Trish smiled, liking the idea, those two colors together would be gorgeous. "Flowers...there are purple roses, lilacs, iris's...oh, idea!" She was actually getting into this and turned towards Rajani, flashing the other woman an infectious smile. "There's a flower market about 10 minutes from here, an easy walk. All outdoors and so many flowers, you could get an idea of what you're looking for there. What do you think?"

"Trish, I think we're going to become fast friends."

Rajani beamed, looping her arm through the blonde's and headed out of the hotel room toward the flower shop. She felt good about her decision on the colors, though she wondered what Taker would think of them. She promised him no pink and nothing frilly or too girly because honestly that wasn't who neither of them were. Granted, she still had her Hello Kitty pajama pants that he still made fun of her with whenever she wore them, but that's about as 'girly' as Rajani got.

"Okay here we go..."