CHAPTER 6

Gallows sent Dean to the bedroom floor with a hard right hook-left hook combo. Gallows laughed as he stood over Dean's body.

"How does that feel, boy?" Gallows taunted. "Man, this is fun."

"Enjoy yourself there, Gallows. The boss is liking what hears. Keep it up! HA HA!" Anderson turned his conversation back to the guy on the phone. "Yes, sir. No problem. We have it all under control. Don't we, buddy?"

Gallows replied with a stomp to Dean's back, causing him to scream out.

"Ouch. That had to hurt. I'm glad you're pleased, boss. We'll call you when the deed is done."

Anderson ended the call, then put the phone in his back pocket. "Pick him up, Gallows. Would you please?"

Gallows reached down and grabbed Dean by the arms, pulling him to his feet. Anderson stood in front of a restrained Dean Ambrose. "Looks like your luck is about to run out."

"Where's Renee?" Dean asked panting.

The only answer Dean got was a punch to the face. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Anderson grab Dean by the face, forcing him to look at one of his attackers. "She should be the least of your worries right now. What you should be worrying about is how you're going to survive the night. Spoiler alert: you won't. I'll take things over from here, Gallows. Why don't you go ahead and fill up the tub in the bathroom?"

"Sure thing."

Gallows shoved Dean towards Anderson, then went into the bathroom to fill the tub up with water. Anderson held Dean by the straps of his black tank top.

"Oh, Dean. Dean, Dean, Dean, Dean, Dean. I'm so sorry that this has to happen to you. Then again. I'm not that sorry."

Anderson brought his knee up into Dean's stomach. Dean collapsed to his knees at Anderson's feet.

-Gallows dunked Dean's head under the water while Anderson stood by video taping it. They were going to send it to their boss later. Both men laughed at Dean struggling and splashing. Gallows brought Dean's head out from the water. He gasped and coughed.

"Boy, Ambrose," Anderson said. "You sure were thirsty."

"Maybe he wants some more. Do it again!"

"NO!"

Gallows dunked Dean again. Both men laughed harder at the man trying to stay alive. Dean had been in this situation before with the Usos. Obviously, they didn't finish the job.

"Okay, pull him back up."

Dean came back up out of the water. More gasping. More coughing.

"We got ourselves a fighter here, Anderson."

"The boss said he might be a tough one."

Anderson stopped recording and placed the phone by the bathroom sink. "Maybe I could help you out a little bit there."

Anderson knelt beside the two men and grabbed Dean by the hair of the his head, forcing their eyes to lock.

"Any last words, Ambrose?"

"Dean? You here?"

Oh no. Mark, Dean thought.

Gallows cursed. "Intruder."

"Go. Take care of it. This can wait till you get back."

Gallows left the bathroom in a rush as Anderson pulled Dean to his feet and to the corner of the bathroom. He stood Dean backfirst against the wall and held a hand over his mouth. Anderson pulled a knife out of his right back pants pocket.

"You say one word, I'll finish the job myself. Gallows will kill your friend, and I'll make the call to the boss for him to kill your precious wife."

-Mark stood in the living room of Dean and Renee's Vegas home. Mark called for him, but there was no reply.

"Dean? You here?"

Still no reply. No answer. He tried again.

"Dean?"

-Dean brought his knee up into Anderson's groan. He released his hold on Dean and dropped to the ground.

"MARK! Someone's downstairs with you! Be careful!"