Chapter 9

"GODDAMN IT!"

Not a lot of things made Roman jump because he didn't scare easily. However, hearing his best friend's growl through their dressing room door was something he didn't expect. Dean tossed open the door, the force making it bounce off the wall before slamming it shut behind him. Roman could only imagine what his problem was because, honestly, it didn't take much these days to set Dean off. Nevertheless, they were best friends and he'd never turn his back on his brother, not for a second.

"Should I even ask?" Roman asked resignedly, going back to taping his hand up while Dean paced in front of him like a caged animal. That's what it reminded of Roman, at least.

Dean was angry at several people and the man sitting in front of him was one of them. "When were you gonna tell me?" He demanded, not stopping his pacing and tore a hand through his slicked back hair.

"Tell you what?" Roman was genuinely confused, looking up at Dean with a quirked brow. "I'm not following you, bro."

"When were you going to tell me JECINA IS BRINGING THAT ASSHOLE WITH HER TO PENSACOLA FOR THE WEDDING PREPARATIONS?!" Dean couldn't keep his voice steady and normal, roaring out in pure fury and frustration. "Since when are you friends with my goddamn brother, Roman?"

Roman's grey eyes grew wide, immediately standing from the bench and held his hands up in defense. "Whoa, calm the hell down! I didn't know she was bringing Moxley with her! Where did you hear that?" And why hadn't Lilianna mentioned this to him or asked if he was alright with it?

"Catering. Overheard the asshole talking to Corbin and Bryan." Dean gritted out, clenching his fists at his sides to the point where his knuckles turned ghostly white. "For the record, I'm NOT okay with him coming and I DON'T want to hang out with him." They may have been blood, but they weren't family and never would be. "Lili didn't say anything to you? Hell, maybe she doesn't even know…"

That was a possibility. He hoped anyway or else Roman's night would consist of arguing with his fiancée over letting Moxley come to Pensacola to plan their wedding. There was no way he would allow that idiot at his wedding, so he sincerely hoped Jecina came to her senses before the big day or she would end up coming without a plus one. Hell, he secretly hoped Jecina asked Dean to take her because he truly believed they belonged together and didn't understand why, to this day, she chose Moxley over his brother.

"I'll talk to Lili and fix it. He won't be coming to Pensacola." Roman kept his word and would stand behind his best friend, no matter what. "I'm sure Lilianna has no idea what's going on…"

"Good! Because if he does show his face, I won't be responsible for what happens during your wedding plans, bro." Dean warned, not caring about anyone or anything else besides making sure his evil twin didn't go near Pensacola.

Also, this was his opportunity to finally have some time alone with Jecina, though he wouldn't reveal his true intentions and motives for not wanting Moxley around during their 5 days in Pensacola.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Just calm down and stop yelling, you're making my head hurt." Roman looked down when his phone went off, seeing a text message from his mother to call him when he had a minute. "Are you gonna be okay? I gotta go outside and make a call…"

Dean just waved him off, slumping down on the bench and put his head in his hands, trying to think of a way to split Jecina and Moxley apart. He had to make her see the error of her ways. She had to realize Moxley wasn't the right man for her – he was. All Dean wanted was to hold her in his arms and treat her like the queen she was, the way he knew Moxley couldn't and wouldn't. Why was it so hard for her to see who the real evil twin was? Sure, Jecina seemed happy with Moxley, which made Dean sick to his stomach, but he was convinced it was all an act. Moxley was forcing her to stay with him; that had to be it. By putting space between them, maybe he would discover the real reasoning behind Jecina being with his twin and get her away from him, to rescue her. No matter how many times she claimed to love Moxley and stood by her choice between them, Dean would never accept it until she was brutally honest with him. Shaking his head, Dean stood up from the bench and grabbed his back, stalking into the bathroom to get ready for his match with his evil twin that night on the show.

His hand ventured low as Dean closed his eyes, pushing everything else out of his mind except Jecina and groaned, wishing the raven haired beauty was with him at that moment to help him relieve his tension and stress.

"Soon Cina, soon…"

During the drive back to the hotel after the show later that night, Lilianna noticed Roman was unusually quiet. Normally, he would talk her ear off and they would talk about their matches, both the good and bad points. However, that wasn't the case tonight and she could feel the tension in the car while he drove, trying to figure out what was bothering him. It was only when they walked into their hotel room -Roman set their luggage to the side against the wall- he finally decided to speak.

"I'm pissed at Jecina." He confessed, watching her golden brown eyes enlarge and pulled his t-shirt off over his head. "She went behind our back, baby girl…"

"What are you talking about? No she didn't." Lilianna was confused, tossing her purse to the side and planted her hands on her hips. "Care to explain what's going on and what she did?"

It was strange knowing something about Jecina that Lilianna didn't since they were usually inseparable. Probably another influence by Moxley, he thought bitterly, letting out a snort of derision. "She didn't tell you? She's planning on bringing that asshole with her to Pensacola for OUR wedding planning. She – what are you smiling about?" The frown on her face changed drastically and Roman blinked when she began laughing at him. "What the fuck, Lilianna?"

"Good god, you scared me for a minute there and actually made me start believing Jecina was hiding something from me. Cool your jets, Roman, she already told me and I'm fine with it." Lilianna sounded nonchalant, brushing past him to take her shoes off and didn't notice her fiancé was on the verge of blowing his stack.

She KNEW about this and didn't bother telling him?! Roman felt like his head was going to explode and his brain matter would be splattered all over the walls from how irate he was. "You're FINE with it?! What the hell do you mean you're FINE WITH IT?! THERE IS NOTHING FINE ABOUT IT! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR GODDAMN MIND?!" His Samoan temper had gone off like a geyser and there was no stopping it. "HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN?!"

This wasn't the first time Lilianna had to deal with his Samoan temper and it wouldn't be the last. It was part of him and she accepted it long ago, knowing getting upset along with him would only make this situation worse. She faced the mirror connected to the long dresser and removed her hoop earrings along with the rest of her jewelry, staring at him through the reflection coolly.

"First of all, Jecina is a grown woman and can be with whoever she wants. Do I like the fact she's with Moxley? No, I don't, but I respect her decision and choice because that's what best friends do for each other. She doesn't care much for you either, just so you know, Roman. Again, she keeps her thoughts and feelings to herself, however, because she doesn't want to hurt me. As for how long I've known about Moxley coming to Pensacola for the wedding planning your idiot mother set up on our days off, well…she told me earlier today at the arena. And I'm going to repeat myself again: I'm fine with it."

Last Roman checked, Lilianna didn't care for Jon Moxley in ANY capacity, feeling the same way he did. She was Dean's friend just as much as he was, or so he thought. "What about Dean? And do you even care how I feel about this? I don't want that asshole anywhere near where we live and I don't care if Jecina likes or not! As a matter of fact, I don't want her in our wedding now!" If he sounded like a big baby, she would have to deal with it because he was defending his brother's honor.

That's exactly what he was acting like and she made it verbally known. "Stop acting like a big fucking baby and get over it, Roman. He already promised Jecina to be on his best behavior while he's there. You probably won't even see him since he doesn't care for you and Dean either." Lilianna turned to face her fiancé, refusing to back down from him. "And as for Dean, haven't you noticed the way he's been acting lately? Ever since Liliya broke up with him and went into an institution, he's been very moody and withdrawn. He hasn't been himself. And I know he still has feelings for Jecina too. He needs to get over her and move on and find someone who does want him because Jecina doesn't. She's in love with Jon and nothing and nobody will change her mind about it. And if you think for a second I'm nixing her out of my life just because you don't like her boyfriend, think again. She's my sister, Roman, and I will never abandon her and I damn sure won't pull her out of the wedding. She is my Maid of Honor and that's how it's staying, whether you like it or not." Why should she care how Roman felt when he didn't give her the same deference?

"This isn't about Dean's feelings for Jecina…"

"Yes, it is." Lilianna cut him off, hearing his pathetic attempt at an argument and knew she had this in the bag. "I know he believes Jecina isn't meant to be with his brother. I bet he figured this little trip to Pensacola would let him have some time with her to try to convince her to be with him too, huh? I'm not stupid by any means, Roman. I know both of you well and that's not the way for him to win her back. That's not the way to get any woman, honestly. So go ahead and keep playing dumb, but make it crystal clear to him that, if he starts anything on our days off while we're trying to plan our wedding, I WILL kick him out of the wedding party. And you won't have a say in it or your mother because I am the bride and what the bride wants, the bride fucking gets. Do I make myself clear?"

Roman did not expect to be lectured by his fiancée and could only nod, his temper simmering drastically. "Stop bringing my mother into this." He tried again, grasping at any kind of straw that would give him an edge, but Lilianna knew exactly what to do say to shut him down. "I was just thinking of Dean and thought you would too…"

"Dean may be my friend, but Jecina is my sister and like family to me. I will always choose her over him, even if I don't agree with her choices in life sometimes." Lilianna was done with this conversation and pulled her top off, throwing it right at Roman smacking him in the face with it. "Now if you're done trying to control me, I'm taking a shower ALONE and if you attempt to join me, I will kick you in the balls."

All he could do was watch the blue haired beauty saunter into the bathroom and slam the door shut behind her, making Roman drop his head discerning he was in the doghouse.

"JON!"

"JINA!"

Her hips gyrated against his throbbing cock buried inside of her, nails digging into the flesh of his smooth chest as Jecina whipped her head back, feeling her climax wash over her. It clashed powerfully with Jon's, sending a tremulous shockwave through both of their perspired bodies. Jecina collapsed on top of him in a sweaty heap, hardly able to breath and felt his arms tighten around her, his hands squeezing her backside. He grew limp inside of her and both groaned the moment their intimate connection ceased. She smiled against his neck, feeling completely content and nuzzled his skin, not able to get enough of this man. Jecina didn't think she ever would love a man as much as she did Jon Moxley, not knowing where she'd be in life at this moment without him. He challenged and surprised her in ways no other man did, not even Dean. Though Jecina had to admit, her favorite part about being with him was moments like these where it was just them, lying in bed breathing each other in.

"What's on your mind?" Jecina looked up at him once she caught her breath and her heartrate slowed back to normal.

It was amazing how well this woman could read him. Jon chuckled, caressing her back with his long nimble fingers and kissed her lips softly. "What do you wanna do for our 2-year anniversary? I know it's coming up…" He would find out the exact date when the time drew closer.

Now it was Jecina's turn to laugh, her giggle filling the room as she sat up a little more on his chest, rubbing her nose against his. "My silly man…"

"Why are you laughing at me? What did I miss?"

How did Jecina tell him this without upsetting their perfect moment? "Well…" She cleared her throat, deciding brutal honesty was the best way to go when it came to Jon. "I really hate to tell you this, but…our 2-year anniversary already passed, baby."

Jon's eyes shot open as he bolted upright in bed, his hands immediately gripping her upper arms to hold her so she didn't fly off of him to the floor. "WHAT?! What the fuck do you mean it passed? When the hell was it?!" He exclaimed, hoping she was screwing with him and could see the resolve in her beautiful emerald orbs. "Fuck, I missed it?"

"It's okay, Jon, really…" Jecina tried to soothe him and frowned when he lifted her off of him to stand from the bed, pulling a cigarette out of his pack to light up. "I'm not mad…"

How could she not be? Forgetting about their anniversary was a huge blow to their relationship, wasn't it? And yet, Jecina didn't seem to mind or care, which made him extremely uneasy. Surely no woman would be alright with her man forgetting their anniversary, right? Granted, they weren't married, but they'd survived for 2 years and that was a huge accomplishment for him personally. This was the longest relationship he'd ever had and Jon didn't want to screw it up.

"Fuck. Fuck, I can't believe this…" He sat by the window, cracking it open to blow the smoke out and shut his eyes, feeling Jecina's arms wrap around his neck from behind. "I'm sorry, Jina. I'm a fucking idiot…"

"No you're not." Jecina hated when Jon beat himself up about things and situations, shifting to where she stood in front of him, straddling his lap. "Please look at me. I love you and we're together. Do you really think I would get mad at you for forgetting when it happened? With how crazy our lives and jobs are, it's impossible to remember every little thing." She pressed a finger against his lips when he went to protest, shaking her head. "I know our relationship isn't little to you. I just meant celebrating our anniversary is pointless since we celebrate being together all the time anyway. And if you want to do something special, why do we need a specific day to do it? So please don't be upset about missing our anniversary. For future reference, it was March 15th when we got together officially."

That was a day forever burned in Jon's memory and brain. She had brought him to Chicago to nurse him back to health after Dean's brutal attack. "I won't forget next year. I'll make it up to you, I promise." He kissed her softly, tightening his arm around her and groaned when her hand slipped between them to start stroking him back to life. "All ready for another round, eh precious?"

Taking the cigarette from him, Jecina flicked it out the open window and cupped his face in her hands, feeling his hands grip her hips to lift her, both groaning the moment he filled her once again.