Chapter 8

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Mark P.O.V

I groan as the sun hits my eyes. I hate morning but I got up. I stretch and head to the restroom .I took a morning show and got dress for today.

I walk out and went to my truck. I'm going to eat some breakfast. I went to a little restaurant and got me some tacos. I look everywhere and I see people smiling and laughing.

I ate my tacos and finish my drink. As I got up; I see a man. He looks like he is hiding from me. I try to see but he won't let me. I shrug. I went out and head to my truck.

The truck starts and I drove to the gym. I got my stuff and went inside. John was working out with his friends. I smirk as I went on to my routine.

John did a few lifts until he sees me. He smiles and walks up to me.

"Sup Mark…" he says.

"Hey John…" I smirk.

John blushes and sits next to me. He then frowns and looks at me.

"I'm sorry I walked out of the restaurant" said John

"Nah…its okay…" I said "Your grandpa needed you"

"I'll make it up to you" he says. "How about…I make you dinner at my place"

"That would be nice…" I said.

"Good…" he smiles "Steak is good…"

"Always" I laugh. John laughs out with me.

"So tonight at seven…"

"Sure…I'll meet you at your place" I said.

"Good…" said John "Come on…let's finish our work out"

John lends out a hand and I took it. He lifts me up and we began our workout.

I paced around the floor trying to figure out what to wear. Why? I mean I can just take jeans and a shirt.

I put jeans and a button up blue shirt. I nod and head towards John's house. As I went downstairs I was stop by Steve.

"Hey…Mark…" he said "Bad timing…?"

"No…I got a few minutes"

"Okay…it's been almost four weeks since the murder…" he said "Do you at least have something…?"

"I think…I do…but for some reason I don't think it's him" I said "I mean…his name starts with J…and he lives on the address"

"Who…?"

"John Cena…" I said

"Oh…maybe he did"

"But I feel that he didn't…" I said "He knew Marcus"

"Does he know you are his brother?"

"Yes..."

"Okay…well what now?"

"Just give me a little more time…" I said "I know I can find the killer"

"Okay…" he said. Steve leaves and I walk to my truck. I drove to John's house and par in front. I look around to see any clues but nothing. I slowly went up to the door and knock.

"Who is it?"

"It's me Mark…"

"Who's Mark?"

I stare at the door confused.

"Grandpa…go to the kitchen…" I then hear the door opening. "Hey Mark…glad you came"

"Of course…"

"Come in…" said John as he steps aside. "Follow me to the kitchen"

It was set up nice and easy. I then see his grandpa already waiting for the food.

"Evening Sir…" I said

"Hello Big guy" he smiles "And call me Cena"

"Yes…um…Cena" I smile.

I sit down as John brings some coke. John sits next to me and smiles.

"Well…let's eat" he said.

We enjoyed our dinner. We had some good talks about our lives. Cena was telling fantasy stories but they are very interesting.

John then tells me how he started the whole Gym place. It was nice hearing their stories. I then told them mine; about how I lived in Austin.

We finish eating and we went to the living. John puts on a movie just to kill time. His Grandpa went to go asleep.

"Thanks for coming Mark" said John

"Oh…it's nothing after all you do owe me"

John laughs "It was a great time"

"I had fun here" I said.

"You want something to drink?"

"Nah…I'm good now"

"I got some ice cream…" he says.

"Sure…"

We enjoyed eating our ice cream. I laugh out when John gets brain freeze. He shoves me and says shut up.

We sat there watching the end of the movie. I look at John. I place a hand on his cheeks.

John blushes as I lean in. I then kiss him.

"Wow…" John smiles.

I kiss him again. He wraps his arms around me. I smirk between the kisses and we release. My phone then rings and I groan.

"Got to work…" I growl.

"Okay…" John gives me one last kiss. "See you tomorrow"

"Sure thing…"

I walk out the door and went to my truck. I then see someone looking at me with anger. I shrugged him off and went off.

I went to the bar and walk in. Glen was giving me a glare for being late.

"Why are you late?" he asks.

"Oh…nothing…" I said "Just be glad I came to work"

"Well…then" said Glen as he went on to work. "You look happy"

"Yup…I had a great dinner today"

Glen nods "Oh…tell me when we get home"

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