CHAPTER 14

"Wow. I'm glad that lovey-dovey stuff is over. It made me want to puke."

Dean turned to face Papa Good.

"I can't believe you took their place."

"I had a good feeling that you're gonna kill me. I just didn't want you to do it in front of my wife."

"Soon-to-be widow, you mean. Either way, she will be traumatized by your death. By the way, what's the gender of your baby supposed to be?"

"That's none of your business."

Papa Good stood closer to Dean. "You dare speak to your father like that?"

"I don't know you as my father anymore."

"Wow. That hurt."

"Sometimes the truth hurts."

Dean's head snapped to the right by a vicious back hand strike to the face. Dean flexed his jaw and wiped the trickle of blood away from the side of his mouth.

"You know, that probably would have bothered me when I was younger."

"You just gave me another reason to kill you. But before I do that, let me get a look at this belt."

Papa Good sat the knife he still held on top of his black bag, then picked up the bag Dean brought.

"Boy," Papa Good said raising the bag up and down. "That's heavy."

"That's to be expected for the title belt."

"Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho. I can't wait to look at this."

Papa Good untied the rope from the top of the bag and tossed it behind him.

"Just so you know, after I kill you, I won't hesitate to go after Mark and his family again. Even Renee and your child."

Dean glared at the man he once thought of as his father.

Papa Good smiled as he opened the bag and reached inside. His hand touched a plate and a leather strap. He pulled it out...and his smile vanished. He looked up at Dean, then at the belt. It was only part of the strap and part of a metal plate. He placed the piece back in the bag and pulled out another part of a leather strap. It too was detached.

Papa Good gasped.

Dean Ambrose smirked.

"What...what did you..."

"Is something wrong?" Dean asked sarcastically.

Papa Good dumped out the contents of the bag at his feet. The belt was in 5 pieces. The belt was destroyed. Bag still in hand, he eyed the destroyed belt, then looke up at Dean.

"What? Did you think I was stupid? Did you think I would disrespect the WWE Title like that? It's just a replica."

Papa Good began to pant, shaking his head back and forth. He had been duped. "No. No no no no no..."

"Quite shocking isn't it?" Dean shrugged. "I guess this is not your lucky day. Sucks to be you."

Papa Good screamed as he chucked the empty bag at Dean's face. He ducked the bag but was unable to stop the haymaker to the face. Dean fell to his knees. Something white peeked out from under Dean's black t-shirt. A bandage as far as Papa Good could tell.

Perfect target. Papa Good brought his foot back and kicked Dean hard in the injured ribs, rolling him across the floor. The pain was excrutiating. Dean groaned.

"Did you think it was funny? Did you think that was a joke?"

Papa Good pulled his foot back and drove the toe of his boot into Dean's midsection.

"How's that for a joke? Huh? How's that for a joke?"

Papa Good delivered another kick to the gut. "How about that for a joke?" Another kick.

Dean curled up into a ball on the floor. He gasped and moaned. Papa Good went for another kick, but decided against it. He reached for the gun hiding in the back of his jeans. He knelt down beside Dean and placed the nozzle of the gun to his forehead and pulled back on the hammer.

"How's this for funny?"

"You're gonna kill me now," Dean groaned.

"Why? You have any better ideas?"

"Is that all you've got?"

Papa Good looked at Dean confused at the challenge. The words echoed through his mind again.

Is that all you've got?

Papa Good released the hammer and sat the gun aside.

-Mark, Michelle, Kaia and Renee made it out to the parking lot where the truck, like Dean said, rested. Michelle held a crying Renee in her arms.

"He's gonna kill him. He's gonna kill my husband!"

Michelle didn't know what to say. She just held her friend close rubbing her back. Michelle knew that there was nothing in this situation to be said to make anything better.

Mark, holding Kaia's hand, turned his eyes back towards the entrance of the dam. He didn't feel right leaving Dean in there. That wasn't the fatherly way to him. It was like he said on RAW, Dean might not have been his own flesh and blood, but he still loved him and raised him as if he were his own child. He knelt down in front of Kaia.

"Listen to me, kiddo. I have to go back in there."

"What?" Kaia asked.

"What?" Michelle and Renee echoed.

"I have to go back in. I have to save him."

Michelle stepped away from Renee. "Mark. Do you realise the danger you are putting yourself into?"

Mark rose to meet Michelle. "Yes I do, Michelle. And don't try to talk me out of it either."

"Mark..."

"No, Michelle. I'm going in. I have to do this. He's my son. Wait in the truck. Give me one hour. If I'm not back by then, leave here and never look back."

Michelle had tears running down her face. Mark gasped when Michelle's lips caressed his. He blinked in surprise, then closed his eyes and pulled her closer deepening the kiss. The kiss broke after what felt like an eternity. They looked deep into each other's eyes.

"I love you, Mark."

"I love you too, Michelle."

He knelt in front of Kaia once more. "I need you to do something for me, baby. I need you to be strong for me. For Michelle. For Dean. For Renee. Can you do that for me?"

Kaia nodded.

"Good girl," Mark commented rubbing the top of his daughter's head. "I also want you to remember one thing. Never, ever forget that you will always be my little girl and that I will always love you. Okay?"

"Okay, Daddy."

Mark pulled her close into a hug, tears falling down his own face. To say he wasn't scared for what he was about to do would be a lie. He began humming a little tune, then let the words escape him like they had many times before as he tucked her into bed every night.

"You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, Kaia."

He kissed the side of her head before rising to his feet. He turned his attention to Renee, whom stood by the truck.

"I hope your daughter has his eyes."

She smiled a teary smile at him. He turned away from the three girls and walked back towards the entrance. He walked towards the door, and opened it. He walked back inside to save his son...or die trying.