"You know he's too chicken to show up, right?"
You glared at Dylan and spoke softly, distinctly: "You're gonna be sadly mistaken. Seth i's going to kill you."
You weren't surprised as a punch flew to your midsection and pain reverberated through your already broken ribs. You gasped for air and cried out softly when Dylan grabbed at your bangs, tipped your head back at a painful angle.
Suddenly, the door to the room busted open with no warning and you were in the middle of a big stalemate.
You could see Seth in between Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose–you'd met them a couple times when they had been guest speakers and Black and Brave. Now, you couldn't be more thankful to see them.
Dean had a handgun trained on Dylan, however Dylan had ducked behind you, using you as a human shield, so it was a moot point.
"Let. Her. Go."
Seth had a wicked blade in his hand and was obviously ready for the fight of his life.
"We both know you're not man enough to face me, so let her go now, and you might live."
You heard Dylan chuckle over your shoulder and then felt the stab of pain as his own knife dug into your neck…