Chapter 60

They stood there staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

The first thing Jon noticed about Jecina was the pain in her eyes, the raw anguish pulsating through them. This was not a happy reunion the way he'd envisioned it. She looked horrible, if he was being honest, and it looked as though she'd lost some weight too. Jon couldn't fall apart, not when his career was all he had left after Jecina left him. He had to keep moving forward and stay strong, refusing to give up because he had hope Jecina would return to him one day.

Now here she was…and it wasn't happily or without issues.

As much as Jecina wanted to run into his arms and spend hours upon hours making love to him, showing him how much she missed him, she couldn't. Being touched by Jon would cloud her judgment and Jecina needed a clear head for what she was about to confess. She had no idea how he would react to his brother raping her and the fact she was the reason he was being moved from Raw to Smackdown! Live. There was a very big possibility he would tell her to get out of his life and she wouldn't blame him a bit, not after everything that happened.

"Need help with your shit?" Jon asked, once he finished his cigarette and dropped it in the nearby coffee can he used for his ashtray, moving down the steps towards her.

"No." Jecina didn't want to take her bags out of the car, not until they talked.

Jon raised a brow, folding his arms in front of his chest. "Jina, what the hell is going on? You said you wanted to come here to talk. You're not staying?" Did she just come here to break things off officially? "Look, if you're here just to rip my heart out again, just fucking leave!"

Forest green eyes widened at his raised voice and Jecina immediately shook her head. "No, no! It's nothing like that, I promise! I-I'm not…I have to talk to you first, okay? I have to tell you something…and I don't wanna take my bags out of the car until you hear what I have to say." That was all said in a rush of panicked words.

Now she wasn't making a LICK of sense and Jon felt his brain on the verge of convulsing, a headache coming on. "Jina, move the hell out of the way." He ordered gravely, exhaling slowly to keep his temper in check. Jon could already feel his blood boiling and he had no idea why. "Your bags are coming inside and so are you. Now get the fuck out of the way or I will move you." When she didn't listen, he promptly lifted her by the upper arms and planted her away from the vehicle before opening the back door to retrieve her belongings. "Get in the fucking house. Now."

Swallowing hard, Jecina knew better than to argue with him, push the issue, and lead the way inside the house. It still smelled the same, that new scent still filtering through the air. She was pleasantly surprised to see Jon smoking outside instead of inside, but then again, he wanted to take care of the home. Smoke-stained walls definitely wouldn't look good unless they were bleached and cleaned on a monthly basis. She watched as he walked past her with her luggage to put it in their bedroom and battled with herself not to follow. The bedroom definitely wasn't the place for this conversation. Too many distractions and temptations.

He came out a minute later, took her by the hand and dragged her through the house to the backyard. He was irritated and the annoyance radiated off him in waves. Jecina was pushed to sit down none too gently in a chair and Jon took the seat across her from her, setting two bottled waters on the table separating them. He then leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees and lit a cigarette, tossing the pack on the table with his lighter.

"Start talking, Jina."

Putting her on the spot like this made Jecina nervous, the nausea working its way through her system again. "I need something to drink." She murmured, taking one of the bottled waters and cracked it open, taking a few long gulps.

"You've never had a problem talking to me before, Jina. Granted, I didn't know about your fucking issues, but we'll get to that later. Right now, you got something to tell me specifically and I wanna know what it is. Don't clam up. And don't think I'm leaving you over it either." Electric blues narrowed, watching the color drain out of her face and Jon realized he had pinpointed her ultimate fear.

Leaving her and kicking her out of his life.

Biting the bullet, Jecina took another sip of her water and a deep breath, setting it down to wipe her sweaty palms on the jeans she had on. "It's so hard to tell you this…and I know it changes everything once you hear what I'm about to say." Her voice had lowered to a quiet, resigned tone.

This was going to be bad. Jon puffed on his cigarette, flicking ashtray on the table and held it between his fingers, his eyes never leaving the woman he loved. "What happened, Jecina?" He did not use her actual name often, but this moment called for it. "Did someone…hurt you?"

All she could do was nod, covering her face with her hands and cried, which quickly turned to sobbing. "D-Dean…" She stammered out, unable to meet Jon's eyes or even look at him right now. "H-He…oh god…" Standing from her chair, Jecina couldn't do it and made a beeline for the house, but Jon was hot on her trail, stopping her by whipping her around by her upper arm.

"No – NO! You're not running away from me again, Jecina!" Jon growled, his hands now on both upper arms to keep her against him and gnashed his teeth. "What did that mother fucker do to you?" His voice had gone deceptively low and deadly, his eyes nothing more than ice at the first mention of his twin's name. "Tell me. Stop running away and stop letting fear control you! Just fucking tell me!"

"HE RAPED ME!" Jecina bellowed out, crying harder and broke away from him, stumbling.

Jon slammed his eyes shut at her confession, allowing her to break the hold because he needed a minute to keep himself in check. Every part of his body tensed, the veins in his arms popping and his eyes turned deadly. Dean fucking Ambrose had put his hands on Jecina…without her consent. It would be difficult to hear, but he had to know how, when and where it all went down. Was this the reason Stephanie was sending him to Smackdown! Live to take the title from Dean? It had to be. It all made sense in a very sick, twisted way.

"Sit down." Jon pointed at the chair she'd occupied only minutes ago, taking deep breaths to keep from exploding. "You're going to tell me…everything. Right now."

That was not the reaction Jecina expected and it temporarily drew her out of her misery, bloodshot green orbs wide at his command. He wanted to know everything that happened? Jecina wasn't sure if she'd be able to go into detail because she still felt the shame and guilt coursing through her. Even though she'd been deceived by the bastard! She'd been vulnerable without Jon and Dean had taken advantage. Taking her seat again, Jecina leaned forward to wrap one arm around her stomach and rubbed her temples, not sure where to begin.

"When and where did he rape you?"

"My hotel room…a week ago after Smackdown!. The receptionist working that night said she thought it was you because Dean used your name to get a keycard to my room. I was sleeping…and the room was pitch black…" Jecina didn't want to go into details about feeling relieved Jon had come to see her. "I felt something on my neck and it was lips and I thought it was you. He called me Jina and everything, Jon. And at first, I thought it was a dream I was in. I didn't question any of it…and I should have. I knew you were on your way overseas to New Zealand, but my brain kept telling me you probably skipped the tour to come see me. Everything was hazy because…I was exhausted. I had cried myself to sleep, like every night since I left you. He used that to his advantage and…I gave in, moaning and crying out your name the whole time. It wasn't until we finished that I figured out it wasn't you I was with. He told me weeks ago he'd make me see the truth…"

"Wait a fucking minute, weeks ago? You mean while we were still together?" Once again, Jecina kept something vital from him and Jon decided there would be NO more communication issues or secrets between them. "Make you see the truth, huh?" He practically spat those words out through clenched teeth and waved his hand, urging her to continue.

"We ran into each other the day of Roman's suspension and he shoved Lilianna down. I had just left her hotel room and was on my way back to ours, when I ran into Dean and I told him flat out, once again, I didn't love him. I didn't want him. I didn't want to be with him. I told him get help and leave me alone. And he told me he'd make me see the truth soon enough." Looking back, Jecina wished she would've told Jon all of this instead of kept it to herself, the guilt beginning to eat away at her insides. "At the time, I didn't think anything of it and that's why I didn't tell you about the confrontation. There was enough…tension going on with the draft; I just felt it wasn't necessary to get you all upset because he didn't touch me, just talked to me. I was a fool to think he'd never do something like this to me. And the second I let my guard down, he decided to strike."

Damn right he did! He picked his spot, waited for the opportune moment and Jon felt sick to his stomach, squeezing his hands together. "So that's why." He spoke quietly, more to himself than her.

"W-Why what?"

"I'm being sent to Smackdown! Live to take the title off him because of what happened to you. It all makes fucking sense. I knew there had to be a reason why the change was so abrupt and last minute. And the fact they're keeping it from Dean also raised red flags."

Jon didn't know how to feel about receiving the title this way; it felt somewhat tainted due to what happened to Jecina. At the same time, however, this mother fucker had a BEATING coming his way. Jon would not let him get away with laying hands on Jecina and tightened his fists, needing another cigarette. This was a lot to take in and digest all at once.

"J-Jon…if you don't wanna do this, if you wanna stay on Raw, then I'll quit my job and…"

"WHAT?!" Jon immediately shook his head, stopping mid-light to stare at her like she'd suddenly grown three heads. "What the fuck do you mean you'll quit your job? Because of that son of a bitch?! NO! No, I'm coming to Smackdown! Live and being with you, Jina." Jon shoved the table to the side, not caring the glass just shattered in the middle of it and squatted in front of her, his hands resting on her jean covered thighs. "You're not quitting. You love what you do and I won't let you give it up just because a man doesn't know the word no. I will make him pay for what he did to you and send him packing to Raw, after taking his fucking title. You understand that? YOU are the ONLY woman I want and need in my life, Jina. I don't give a FUCK about anybody else, just you."

Tears swelled in her eyes at his sweet yet cold words, wondering how it was possible for a man to sound like both at the same time. It was the many mysteries of Jon Moxley. "B-But what about…I mean, I begged him to fuck me that night…"

"Because you thought it was me." Jon understood that, hating his identical twin even more than he already did. "It doesn't matter."

"I should've known it wasn't you though! Don't you see that? I should've been more careful and alert instead of wallowing in self-pity!"

Jon smirked, sliding his hands further up her jeans until he was on both knees, massaging her sides. "Like you are now?" He couldn't resist, chuckling at the goggled expression on her face.

"You two aren't similar in body type – he has more muscles than you do, you're skinnier than him and you don't have hair on your chest the way he does." That had actually been new for Dean as well since he used to be smooth during the Shield days. Back when he wasn't a rapist. "I was so stupid and I should've felt the signs, even if it was pitch black…"

"Jina, do me a favor and shut up." Jon ordered, rising to his feet and took her hands, pulling her up to mold against his body. "This isn't your fault and I'm not blaming you for any of it. Now, I DO blame you for running off on me instead of telling me how you were feeling. Your trust issues." He clarified, pressing a finger to her lips. "I'm done with the miscommunication. I'm done with secrets. I'm done with uncertainty. We're either in this together, 100%, all in, or we need to separate permanently. I've been through fucking hell this past month, only talking to you through text messaging and my hand has never gotten as much use as it has." That made her crack the barest hint of a smile. "You need to tell me right now – are you all in with me? That means living in this house together and getting married because I'm marrying you right after Summerslam. I just need to know if that's what you want. And be honest with yourself."

This man still wanted her, still wanted to marry her and share a home with her, their lives, even after what she'd done. Jecina was stunned, finding it hard to breathe and felt his finger slide down her cheek, their eyes locked. Emerald on electric blue. She couldn't find the words to express how she felt, so Jecina went with action and pulled his face down to hers, passionately kissing him. Jon growled, instantly enveloping her in his arms and lifted her from the ground to where her legs wrapped around his waist. The rest of her tears fell and the rest dried up as her mangled, shattered heart began piecing back together again. Being with Jon was all she needed in life and it took Jecina a while to come to terms with that.

"I'm all in with you, Jon. Marriage, house, whatever you want." She murmured against his lips, panting a little from the intensity of the kiss and felt him set her down on her feet in front of him.

"Good." Jon pulled something out of his pocket and fingered the emerald engagement ring between his fingers. "It's time to put this back where it belongs, don't you think?"

Sniffling, Jecina nodded and extended her hand as he slid the ring on her left ring finger, where it would permanently stay for the rest of their lives. "I love you, Jon. I'm so sorry for everything and I promise to never lie or keep anything from you again."

"You better not or I'm gonna whoop that ass until it's black and blue, woman." Jon grunted, meaning every word and yanked her flush against his body again, relishing the feeling of having his woman in his arms after all this time. "Now, after what happened to you, I don't wanna push you into sex, so…you need to tell me if I cross a line or…" Now he was overthinking things and she shut him up with a searing kiss.

"Fuck your woman and reclaim her, Moxley."

He did not have to be told twice, grinning and lifted her over his shoulder to cart her back into the house, heading straight to the bedroom for their reconciliation.