AJ woke up the next morning after having a restless sleep in her bed, to Punk in her kitchen making breakfast, along with Elise and Toni who were in the living room, having stayed overnight to keep an eye on her.
"Morning." Punk smiled as AJ walked into the kitchen, wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of shorts. He'd left some clothes here at her house as he did tend to stay here more than his own place.
"Hey." AJ smiled.
"Did you get a good sleep?" Punk asked her as she shrugged.
"I guess." She sighed, "I tossed and turned a lot. Just couldn't stop thinking about last night. And you didn't come home until later." She sighed.
"I'm sorry, I gave my dad a ride home, and then I got caught up in Invictus." Punk said, "I made you breakfast." He smiled as she nodded.
"I'm not that hungry, but thank you." She smiled, "Did you find out if the shows are still going on?" AJ asked him, taking a seat at the kitchen table.
"Yeah. They're gonna still put them on." Punk nodded, "And you're gonna be fine. I know you can do it." He said as she ran her hands through her hair, "They won't attack twice. Me and my dad think that they done what they done to scare someone."
"What if that someone is you? I mean… who else was in that crowd that they'd want to hurt?" AJ asked.
"I don't know." Punk said, "But I know that you're gonna be ok, and you're gonna go out tomorrow night and the rest of the other nights and do what you do best." He told her.
"But what if something happens and you're not there?" She trembled as he walked over to her.
"I know these guys, I know this sort of attack and this sort of life these guys live. They aren't going to go back for round two." Punk promised her, sitting down across from her.
"And what if no one shows up? Everyone will be so scared to take a seat in that theatre after last night." She shook her head.
"You'd be surprised." Punk told her, "Everything will fall back into place. I promise." He stroked her cheek lovingly as she forced a smile.
"Something smells good in here." Elise admitted, walking into the kitchen with Toni as Punk pulled away from contact with AJ like a teenager. He knew his sister was completely fine with them being together, but sometimes it just felt wrong to be all over each other in front of her, and Toni for that matter.
"I made pancakes." Punk said, standing up and walking back over to the stove.
"Since when did you know how to make anything?" Elise chuckled.
"Excuse me. I'll have you know I'm a pretty decent cook." Punk placed his hand on his chest, "Hey, Toni..." Punk crouched down to the little girl shying away behind her mom, "You wanna come flip a pancake?" He asked her. He hated how distant his relationship to his niece was. He was her only Uncle. He wanted to be in her life and see her grow.
"Yeah." Toni said quietly, walking forward as Punk lifted her up, letting her hold the pan with his hands around hers, to make the illusion that she was flipping the pancake, watching her smile, settling a smile on his face too.
Later on, Punk had gone back to Invictus to see his father and uncle. He was definitely sure that last nights attack was from that group that they had been familiar with. He wasn't sure what they were going to do about it, and if they were even attacking the theatre to get to him, but he supposed he and his father would come up with something.
"Where's my dad?" Punk asked, walking into the office and noticing his uncle sitting at the desk.
"Taking the day off. Didn't say what for." Dennis said, "He's left me and charge, and he wants us to go to The Union's place." Dennis said.
"You're kidding." Punk chuckled.
"Does this face look like I'm kidding?" Dennis pointed to himself, "C'mon, we both know how to handle this kind of stuff." Dennis said, "Loosen the hinges and let's get going." Dennis said, standing up and heading out of the office and club.
Punk wasn't sure charging into a warehouse full of guys who hated them was such a good idea, but he supposed they had to go figure something out.
"What about the club?" Punk asked whilst getting into the car with Dennis.
"Sami and Dean are watching the place. I don't plan to be gone for that long. Then after that you can go see your girl." Dennis said as Punk nodded.
"And… my dad didn't tell you where he was?" Punk asked. It wasn't like his father to be so silent when stuff was happening with the group.
"Didn't utter a word." Dennis said, keeping his eyes on the road.
They eventually got to the warehouse that their wanted guys were located, parking the car and getting out.
"You sure about this?" Punk asked, "This place will be crawling with them, and there's two of us." Punk reminded his uncle.
"They won't lay a finger on us. Just watch." Dennis smiled, walking in the door as Punk followed, closing it behind as they walked in, watching all of the guys drop what they were doing and turn around to look at them both.
They all looked pretty butch, intimidating for sure, but it wasn't like where Punk came from was all sunshine and rainbows. At the end of the day, this was just evil vs evil.
"Boys." Dennis nodded, "How are we all doing?" He smiled as Punk stood beside, looking around at them all, "Rough night last night, I see."
Punk would always give it to his father and uncle, they could always talk a good talk. They may have lost their physical skills to this job, but they sure hadn't lost their verbal skills and their manipulation.
"Dennis Brooks." A man echoed the room as he walked down the centre of the warehouse, walking down to meet Dennis and Punk, the leader of the pact, Jason.
"Jason." Dennis smiled.
"And if it isn't the man himself." Jason folded his arms, "Phil Brooks."
"Jason, I'm aware of your whereabouts last night." Dennis said, "We're not here for trouble, we just want to know why. I mean… there's no bad blood between us, is there? We work on different sides of the town, we have different customers, we work a different way. We don't have to have beef." Dennis said calmly.
"Just sending a little message, Dennis." Jason smiled.
"And who to?" Dennis asked.
"C'mon Dennis, we all know your little brother brought you down here because he was worried his club and his boys were in danger." Jason said, "I sent a clear message to him when I tore up his club. And you all carried on like it was nothing. I guess that hurt my feelings a bit."
"Who was the message for?" Punk asked.
"You." Jason smiled, "Well strictly speaking it was for Jack. I knew you and your sister were there, and I wanted to get me message across." Jason smiled.
"Next time just come talk to me if you have a problem. Yeah?" Punk said.
"Oh, I will." Jason smiled, "Don't you worry."
"So what is the meaning of all of this?" Dennis asked.
"You know there's never a real meaning when it comes to men like us." Jason laughed, "I gotta say, your group, your guys, very impressive, in fact, I haven't seen such a group worthy of competition before." Jason said, "Young Phil here… very talented." Jason eyed Punk up and down, "Good with his hands, wise, clever, good head on your shoulders, has a way with the… ladies." Jason smiled as Punk looked across at him.
"Well I've learned from the best." Punk spat.
"So… whose the pretty little Spanish girl you've been getting into?" Jason smiled.
"She's none of your business." Punk shook his head, curling his hands into fists at either side of his body.
"She will be if you lot don't get my damn point." Jason spat, "I want your lot off the town. No more Invictus. No more Brooks and company." He shook his head.
"Or what?" Dennis shook his head.
"Or else I will tear down everything in your world." Jason spat.
"There isn't some agreement we can come to?" Dennis asked.
"I don't think there is. No." Jason shook his head, "You both have ten seconds to get out of here." He said as Dennis nodded, putting his hands up and turning his back as Punk followed, leaving the warehouse and getting back into their car.
"What the hell was that? What exactly was your big plan there?" Punk shook his head whilst turning to Dennis in the car as he turned on the engine.
"All eyes were on us." Dennis smiled, doing a three point turn on the road and getting back on route to Invictus, "Joe and the guys sneaked round the back and put explosives in the building. They'll all be dust in about ten seconds." Dennis laughed as Punks eyes widened.
"You're serious?" Punk asked as Dennis nodded with a smile.
"Deadly. No pun intended." Dennis said, "Put it there, my boy." He put his hand out as Punk slapped it with a smile. They may have been bad, but they were good.
Later the next night, Punk had gone round to pick up AJ from the theatre, hoping she had held her head high and went out to put on an excellent show like he knew she could. She hated that she was so scared, but he didn't want her to worry. He was going to be right there when she came off stage, which he was…
"How was it?" Punk asked after the curtain had went down.
"Oh, it was so amazing. I'm so glad I went through with it. And… the place was sold out, I thought no one would have showed up." She said with surprise and amazement echoing her voice.
"See, I told you." Punk smiled, "I'm so proud of you." He stroked her cheek, "And me and my uncle sorted out those guys that attacked the first night. They won't be bothering anyone anytime soon." Punk smiled as she nodded. He knew she didn't like knowing about what he got up to with his job, but he thought he would tell her that.
"I'm glad." She smiled, "Let me go get my coat and bag, and we can get out of here." She said as he nodded, watching her walk away into her dressing room as he waited, feeling a soft tap on his shoulder as he turned around to see the director of the show.
"Are you related to April?" John asked as Punk shook his head.
"No… no, she's my girlfriend." Punk said, "Who are you?" He asked.
"Oh, I'm the director of the show." He smiled, "April is incredible. I thought everything was going to be a disaster after the first night, but she went out there tonight and put on a terrific show. Sometimes it's hard to keep my eyes off her." He said as Punk raised his eyebrows.
"I know the feeling." Punk said with no emotion, not sure if he liked how excited this man was about AJ.
"You're lucky to have her." He said, walking on by as Punk just shook his head.
"So… who is that director guy?" Punk asked later on after getting home, sitting on the edge of the bed in AJ's room as she was in the bathroom taking off her make up.
"He's exactly that, Phil. The director." AJ chuckled, "Why? You know him?" She asked, coming into the room with just her underwear on as he shook his head.
"No. But he seems really enthusiastic about you." He rolled his eyes, "Said he can't keep his eyes off you."
"Well… I have that effect on a lot of people." She smiled as he just looked down, "Oh, is someone jealous?" She played, tapping his chin playfully as he pushed her hand away.
"I'm serious. What the hell does he want?" Punk asked, paranoid that he had competition.
"Nothing, Phil. He's married. His wife just had twins." She said as Punk looked up at her, "A little jealous are we?" She asked him.
"Well can you blame me?" Punk laughed, "I'm terrified that someone better is gonna come along for you one day. I mean… it wouldn't be hard to find a man better than me." He said as she crouched down in front of him.
"I love you. And only you." She smiled, "No one is going to steal me away from you. And if they do… well you're just gonna have to come find me and lock me away somewhere where no one can find me." She said as he smiled.
"That wouldn't be such a bad idea, you know." He said as she chuckled, leaning up and pressing her lips on his, tumbling over onto the bed as he pulled her down with him.
She rolled on top of him, placing her hands on his cheeks as she kissed him passionately, battling her tongue against his as his hands came around to cup her ass through her lacy panties, causing her to smile into the kiss.
She stripped his shirt off, pressing kisses down on his chest as she crawled down his body, unbuckling his jeans and pulling them off him along with his boxers, watching him look down with a smile.
"I'm yours." She lusted up at him, "Forever." She nodded, wrapping her hand around his hard length, stroking him up and down as he looked down with a smile, propping himself up on his elbows to watch her as she wrapped her mouth around his shaft.
"Shit, April that feels good, baby." He groaned, looking down at her as she rolled her eyes up at him, taking his length all the way in, feeling himself hit the back of her throat, not sure how she was managing to take him all in. Not complaining however.
"Fuck… April, Jesus Christ-"
She continued to stroke him up and down, taking him into her mouth and swirling her tongue around the tip of him, but he had reached out to her, pulling her up from him, not wanting to blow too early.
"You don't want more?" She pouted, purring like a little kitten as she moved her hips from side to side whilst on top of him.
"Yeah. Of you." He nodded, bringing her forward as she shuffled up him in confusion, feeling him rip her panties in half and completely from her, throwing them away as she realised what it was he wanted, having no resistant in it what so ever, happy obliging as she settled herself over his mouth, grabbing onto the headboard as he ran his tongue along her slit.
"Phil..." She rolled her eyes back, feeling him grab hold of her ass whilst she sat on his face, feeling his warm, wet and talented tongue venture around her most intimate area. She felt like she was going to faint with the pleasure, he was taking her breath away, literally.
For Punk it was the greatest thing he'd ever done, cupping her ass whilst he tasted her sweetness flow from her, feeling her begin to grind herself down onto his mouth.
"Oh God, Phil… I'm gonna… Oh, yes! Yes… don't stop." She groaned, rolling her head back, never feeling so good in all her life. Only he was capable of making her feel like this.
"Please..." She whispered, grinding herself on to his mouth, "Please… please don't stop." She begged, shivering as she felt her release right around the corner. And he didn't stop. She knew he wouldn't, but she just wanted to say the words to express her love for this feeling right now.
He continued to flick his tongue against her clit, setting all nerves inside her loose, immediately feeling her freeze and shudder as she met her release, lapping up her sweet juices that already found it's way into his mouth, not daring to miss a single drop as she placed her hands down on the mattress, slowly shuffling back down him.
"Thank you… Oh, God, thank you-"
"For what?" Punk laughed as she buried her head into the crook of his neck.
"For that…" She whispered, "You can do that… whenever you feel like it." She told him, still slightly shaking from her intense orgasm he had sprung on to her rather quickly.
"Oh, I will." Punk smiled, "Every night if you want me to." He said as she grinned, pressing her lips against his, cupping his cheeks as he suddenly thrust into her after finding he wet entrance, thinking of no other place he'd rather be right now than with her, like this.
Thanks for the reviews! I wonder what Jack will tell Punk about his illness? How will Punk and Elise react? Did Dennis and Punk really take care of ALL of those guys? All coming soon. Review and stay tuned!