Hey hey y'all, so in the last chapter I wanted to include Joe's ethnicity. Being that he's both Italian and Samoan, I wanted my Joe to be a little different then the other Joe fics I've read. And the thought of him speaking a sexy language, UGH I couldn't resist. Sorry it took so long for the updated chapters but I had to make sure the translation made sense and was correct. Now about this chapter, several of you are wondering about the mysterious brown eyed woman. Well I hope I don't disappoint because here she is!

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OC.

Songs for this chapter is of course, "Waves" by Mr. Probz & "In Common" by Alicia Keys.

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("Waves" by Mr. Probz)

Jon glanced at his friend from the driver's seat. For two hours, Joe hasn't said one word to the other two men in the car. At first they thought he was sick or just didn't brush his teeth, but this was serious.

The more Jon looked at him the more it seemed like something was indeed wrong with his brother.

"You alright bro?" Jon asked, breaking the silence.

Joe didn't answer, neither did Colby but that was because of another reason all together; he was asleep. Joe could feel his friend's eyes on him when they should be focused on the road. Most of the time, he trusted Jon with his life when they used to drive across highways; but with him looking his way every couple of minutes Joe felt like he would take the chance of a crazy fan girl screaming in his ear than ride with the lunatic if he kept his eyes away from the road.

Jon sighed as he pulled out a cigarette, still keeping one hand on the wheel. "Look, if you won't talk. I got ways of making ya" he threatened, holding the lighter up.

Joe quickly looked at Jon; he knew how he felt about smoking. Joe sneered as he pulled the cigarette from Jon's lips then tossed it out the window.

"Hey! I didn't even light it yet" Jon complained, glancing at Joe.

"Don't care" Joe said deeply, putting his focus back on the world outside his window.

Jon sighed again, "You owe me a cigarette then." He said trying to get his friend to talk.

Joe continued to ignore Jon as he stared at a picture of him and his daughter on her 5th birthday.

"Joe, Jasmine's ok?" he asked, all jokes aside.

Joe stared out the window before letting out a heavy sigh. "She's fine, she's got a phone now" he said deeply, rubbing his index finger over his trimmed short beard. A habit Jon noticed in the beginning, it was a sure sign that Joe was thinking and he wasn't too happy with what went through his mind.

Jon's eyebrows ruffled together as he tried to process what Joe had just told him, his little 6 year old goddaughter had a cell phone? "What does she have a cell phone for?" he asked,

Joe shrugged, his gaze never leaving the window. "That's what I wanna know. Surprisingly, my wife bought her one and failed to inform me about it. Since I'm probably the one paying the damn bill, why shouldn't I know about something that might expose my daughter to things I've been trying to protect her from?!" Joe huffed, "She's fucking 6! What does she need a phone for? And then I hear that Janice left her all day? I had to hear that from my mom uce, I don't even know what's going on at my own house" Joe said crossing his arms over his chest, while he bit his thumb nail.

Jon shook his head as he kept his eyes on the road. "That's fucked up Joe; I mean why did Janice leave in the first place?"

"My mom said she was out with some friends shopping or something. But she couldn't call me to say that my daughter misses me. I mean I know I had to be tough on her in the beginning when she begged me to come home, but this time is different. She's completely ignoring me and I don't know why!" Joe nearly yelled, causing Colby to jump up in the backseat.

"What's going on? Are we there yet?" the two toned man asked drowsy, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

"No," Jon answered, gazing in the rearview at his sleepy little brother. "Go back to sleep Colb," he said, not having to say it twice since the two toned fell back on the seat.

Jon shook his head as he lightly chuckled at the wrestling ninja, hearing his snores echo through the car again. Joe on the other hand, wasn't in the laughing mood. He was confused; yes he understood the safeties of their daughter knowing how to use a phone but she was still too young to have the responsibility of having one. She was 6 for God's sake, who was she gonna call? Elmo?

Joe sighed as he rubbed his hands over his face, 'Just a week and all of this will be handled' he thought, glancing back at the window.

Jon could tell his brother was having a battle on the fact of his daughter having a phone, hell if he had a kid; they wouldn't have a cell phone until they could pay the bill. So much was at the touch of a finger now a days, Jon understood why Joe was so upset. Just last year for his goddaughter's birthday, she was given a tablet but it was made for kids; even then Joe didn't freak out since he saw it was a child's tablet and that wouldn't show anything explicit to his little girl. But this was different; Joe had a reason to freak out. Jon sighed as he tried to keep his thoughts from going south. He honestly didn't want to blurt out what he was really thinking on the matter of his friend's wife getting a secret cell phone.

" Joe, it's gonna be alright bro." Jon said lightly punching his shoulder,

Nodding his head, Joe mumbled "Yeah, I hope so"

("In Common" by Alicia Keys)

"And 5...6…7…8!"

On the 8th count, she flipped her burgundy hair over her shoulder as her arms reached for the ceiling. The beat of the song made her feet jump as if she was tapping her feet in water. Dragging her right leg back to her left then doing the same on the other side to the beat, her burgundy bangs nearly covered her face; giving her a sultry look as she began to pop her hips.

Once she started her 'Shakira hip shake' as she called it, the other dancers formed a circle around the burgundy brown skin as she began to roll her body like she was riding the beat like a wave. With a wide smile, she saw her male instructor come up beside her; copying her moves.

Still with her bright smile, the young mocha woman and her instructor mirrored each other's movements as if they practiced it for years and not the hours they actually did. Ending the dance in a death drop, laughter and applause rang out in the studio.

"Amazing job everyone," Derrick laughed, getting off the floor and offering his friend a hand. "You alright Ashlyn?" he asked still chuckling,

Grabbing Derrick's hand, Ashlyn tried to pull herself to her feet but managed to bring both her and Derrick tumbling back onto the ground in a laughing fit.

Tara, one of Ashlyn's friends, quickly tried to help the still chuckling pair while the other students tried to stop laughing; but only managed to get herself on the ground with the two after being tripped by Derrick's leg.

In anyone's opinion, Ashlyn was a graceful klutz. She could move with the best, on beat as if her heart had the same tempo; but once the music stopped she was all left feet. She never took it to heart, to everyone's surprise the klutz laughed about it; saying that she was the epitome of music being life. 'For if there wasn't a beat, wouldn't our hearts stop?' she would always say.

Derrick chuckled as he rolled over onto his back, his tan caramel body covered in sweat from the last dance session. Shaking his head, he turned to the person laying on the floor beside him; still giggling like a little kid.

"Lyn, can you ever walk without falling over air?" he joked, teasing the almond shaped brown eyed girl.

Placing her hands on her stomach as she eased her giggling, Ashlyn shook her head no. "I don't think I could. I'm accident prone, remember." She said leaning on her elbows, sitting up

"How could anyone forget!" Tara exclaimed, lightly giggling as she sat up.

As the rest of the dancers waved at the trio, signaling that they were leaving; the friends continued to sit on the hardwood floor.

"So," Ashlyn asked, looking at Derrick then Tara. "Who's getting up first?" she smiled,

Tara quickly jumped to her feet, "Certainly not you, I've already got enough bruises from the last incident." She said helping Derrick up, leaving Ashlyn alone on the floor to pout.

"That wasn't my fault! You don't just creep up on people when they're cooking." Ashlyn said poking her lips out, still pouting.

Tara sighed as she and Derrick stood over their friend, "You beat me with a rolling pin!"

Ashlyn rolled her eyes at her friends; still chuckling Derrick and the ever teasing Tara. "It was plastic and hollow and for the record, you snuck up when I had my earphones in. So the fault pretty much is yours" she said pulling her knees to her chest, resting her arms on top of them.

"How is it my fault?" Tara asked, wide eyed.

Derrick, of course couldn't take anymore of this chick chatter. "Ladies, please." He said, nearly shouting over them. "Now, I don't know about either of y'all but I got a date with a hot shower and my bed." He said looking between both women, "Y'all can continue this conversation, but not here; not unless you want to talk in the dark." he chuckled before walking to gather his bag.

Quickly the two women followed their instructor/friend as they packed their things up as well. Glancing over her shoulder, Ashlyn looked for anything she might have left behind. Once it was all clear, the three left the studio to the parking lot.

"So got anything tonight?" Tara asked the two, as they walked to their vehicles.

Shaking her bangs out her face again, Ashlyn shrugged "My little cousin wants to go see some show tonight, but that's it"

"A show?" Derrick asked, butting in, "Uh oh, Lyn's gonna go see them freaks on the poles" he said doing a little booty pop on her.

Laughing, Ashlyn lightly pushed Derrick away; nearly making her fall over again if Tara hadn't caught her arm.

"Thanks Tar," she smiled before turning to Derrick, "And no sir, not that kinda show. It's a wrestling show he's been dying to go to. And since his little girlfriend is being a female dog at the moment, he didn't want to waste the ticket." She shrugged.

Both nodded at their friend, knowing she was somewhat a fan of wrestling. Key word, SOMEWHAT; if drooling over grown oiled up muscular men with nothing but a small piece of elastic cloth cover their neither regions made you a fan, then Ashlyn was a fan alright.

"Don't end up killing someone" Tara chuckled as she threw her bag into the backseat of her car, while Ashlyn leaned on her 2015 Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10R. "Especially a wrestler" she giggled, leaning on her car; Derrick doing the same on her trunk.

"I'll be fine; you guys worry too much about me. I'm not that clumsy" Ashlyn said getting on her bike, after securing her bag on her back.

Tara rolled her eyes as Derrick chuckled, "I'll stop worrying when you find a man for your crazy ass. Maybe he'll balance you out"

Shaking her head, Ashlyn put on her helmet before starting her motor. After a short wave to her friends, Ashlyn took off out the parking lot and down the street.

Joe silently leaned on his arms on the counter, with his head down. So much pressure was building up inside him; he was starting to feel like he had no one to turn to. Of course he had his brothers, but sometimes that wasn't enough. He missed his wife, he missed his daughter; so much fame just to feel so hollow.

The cheering of the fans were amazing support…. when he was in the ring, but he also wished he had that support when he was just regular Joe Anoa'i and not the Samoan superman, Roman Reigns.

Looking into the mirror, Joe saw the person he didn't want to be at the moment; Roman Reigns. They were the same, yet so different. With Roman's cold steel glare that made his opponents shiver in fear; Joe was told he had a warm gaze like he was a big teddy bear.

Roman didn't take anyone's shit and held grudges, while Joe believed in second chances and compassion even in doubtful situations. Only a few people he worked with called him Joe, while the rest didn't even care to know his real name; continued to call him Roman, even outside of work.

Well if they wanted Roman Reigns, then they would get Roman Reigns; but to his closest friends and family, he was plain old Joe, only to his parents he was Leati.

He just wished for some kind of support, an anchor in this stressful sea he was drowning in. Just as he closed his eyes, he saw a smile that lit up the room; a pair of brown eyes that were so warm and full of life. Feeling a smile come to his face, Joe opened his eyes; lifting them up to look in the mirror again. The reflection facing him didn't change, but it didn't seem like it bothered him as much as it did before.

Just the small memory of a smiling face and warm eyes made his entire demeanor feel at ease. He knew it was a sin to think about another woman, but if the thought calmed him then there wasn't much he could do. He truly felt awful when he thought on his daughter at the beginning of the night; the image of his beautiful angel's face made him more upset that he couldn't protect her like he wanted to.

But when he thought on a certain young woman with soft mocha brown skin, dark burgundy hair that nearly covered her beautiful brown eyes; he felt his whole being relax.

What was he doing? He was a married man; he was supposed to be supportive, loving and faithful. With a simple memory, Joe never felt more confused but was drawn out of his thought when there was a knock on the door.

"5 minutes Roman" the tech said quickly,

Nodding as he made his way out his locker room. On the way to the steps where he would make his entrance, Joe kept his mind clear; hoping that would help.

Pouring the cool water on his hair did help a little but not much, his mind was still swirling with questions. Quickly falling to one knee, Joe prayed for a good show and that all would fall into place for him.

At the sound of his music, Joe jumped up to his feet; bouncing on one then the other. Hearing the sounds of his music made his mind suddenly clear of everything that was troubling him, he didn't feel like Joe; Roman was running the show.

"You enjoying the show?" he asked Ashlyn, trying to shout over the music.

She nodded to her little cousin, who was serious acting like the little kid she knew he was. To anyone looking at the pair, they would think she was the little cousin; by the size of the tall, buff Hawaiian sitting next to the short light brown skinned female.

Shaking her head with a small smile, Ashlyn watched the matches go on through the night as her cousin, Bryce cheered for his favorites. She had to admit, his girlfriend was missing out; front row seats and then backstage V.I.P passes for a meet and greet.

'What girl would turn this down?' Ashlyn thought, just as the sound of heavy guitars rang out through the stadium.

Quickly standing up with her cousin, Ashlyn remembered that specific intro was the Shield's song before. As she looked up at the steps, she didn't see three men; she saw just one. Him,

Ashlyn felt her eyes nearly pop out her head! It was that big guy from the restaurant when she was in Virginia,

'Wow, he really can bad boy up; can't he?' she thought as she watched him step down the stairs, towards her and Bryce.

Frozen, Ashlyn saw him glance down at her before fist bumping her cousin and jumping over the barricades. How could she have not known that she bumped into the WWE superstar Roman Reigns, twice!

Lightly smirking as she leaned over onto the barricades, 'Crazy world, I guess' she thought, watching the handsome man stand on the ropes, raising his fists to his fans like a king to his subjects.

'What an ego' Ashlyn thought, smirking. Not knowing a pair of grey eyes looking in her direction, waiting just for that smile.

As the show went on, Joe was honestly satisfied that he was doing a tag team match with Jon. He leaned over the rope from his corner, with his back to the announcer table. It was kinda the perfect spot where he could see both the match in front of him and the burgundy haired woman from his peripheral vision.

Glancing over his shoulder, he saw she was leaning on the barricades; her shirt showing nearly a full cleavage. Either she was doing it on purpose or not; Joe really didn't care, he was enjoying the view. That was until Jon tagged him in to finish off the match for them.

With their victory sealed, he and Jon stood on the ropes; letting the fans get a good picture of them. Joe couldn't help but smirk when he saw brown eyes pull out her phone to take his picture. Once that was over with, Joe and Jon made their way back to the steps the way they came. As Joe was passing pretty brown eyes, he let his hand drift over; slightly rubbing her leg nonchalantly. He couldn't help but grin when he saw her freeze at his touch, but he kept walking as if nothing happened. Joe couldn't figure out why the simple touch of her made him want more. Just a smile and a swipe of his hand were all he had to accept at the moment, right now he had to get ready for the meet and greet.