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"This is getting old really fast." Dean fumed as he stormed back into the locker room.

"Yeah, what the fuck was that out there? We look like dumbasses and they're out there enjoying every second of it." Seth agreed, taking his gloves off and throwing them across the room.

The Shield had been stuck in limbo for three weeks since they had all finally met with Stephanie. Seth and Roman followed Dean's lead and agreed to play by the rules The Authority deemed necessary. It was annoying at first, but now it had become downright disrespectful.

"I didn't sign up to be their personal bodyguard and take beatings for them." Seth continued ranting as he paced back and forth.

He had worked too hard to be up on the back burner; hell, they all had.

"Then we'll just call it off. Fuck em." Dean shrugged, cracking open a beer.

He glanced over at Roman who had been abnormally quiet. He usually joined in with them lamenting over their current situation but Dean had noticed he had become more and more silent as the days wore on. The first week after the fallout with the McMahon sisters, you couldn't shut him up about all the fire and brimstone he was going to rain on Stephanie for making a fool of him. Dean reminded him that Shiloh had been a willing participant but Roman always waved him off and abruptly ended the conversation.

"What are your thoughts, Ro?" Dean asked narrowing his eyes pointedly, "You good with calling it quits?"

Roman was sitting rigidly in his chair, focusing on nothing and everything at the same time.

Seth stopped pacing, his brow furrowed as he looked between the two of them, "It's the only option we have."

He shook his head when no one acknowledged him.

"We don't have any leverage," Roman said quietly still staring a hole in the floor.

"What?" Dean and Seth asked in unison, looking at each other and then back at Roman.

"We need leverage over them. We have nothing to hold them accountable for," he explained.

Dean pursed his lips sarcastically, "Yeah that's great and all but how the fuck do we accomplish that?"

An all-knowing smirk slowly crept across Roman's chiseled features, "I have an idea, and if it works we'll have Stephanie by her balls."


Stephanie was sitting in her office perusing a stack of paperwork she had been neglecting the entire night.

"Come in." she called not looking up from the stairs in front of her, "Make it fast, whatever it is."

"I want Shiloh," Roman stated plainly as he slowly closed the door behind him.

Her head whipped up to look at him. He was filling the room with his lean bulk or maybe his sudden appearance just made him seem bigger.

Either way, he had caught her off guard completely.

"Excuse me?" She almost laughed when she realized what he had said.

"You heard me." his voice was calm and even, but somehow seemed louder than she remembered it to be; deeper somehow.

"Yes, I heard you, but that's impossible." Stephanie crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair.

"I'm renegotiating. I want her or you lose all three of us and shit goes back to the way it was. You know, when we were a very big problem for you on a nightly basis." He stayed perfectly still, eyes never wavering from hers.

He wanted her to know that she had no other options.

"You sure about that?" she decided to call his bluff, "They're going to give up their deals for her? For what? Shiloh means nothing to them."

"Not for her...for me," he answered simply.

She and all the rest of them had always undervalued the brotherhood he shared with Seth and Dean. It was how they kept prevailing through every shit storm that came their way. Hopefully, they could hold it together through the one he had just gotten them into.

Stephanie narrowed her eyes, "She lied to you. Why is she so important to you now?"

She had always prided herself on being two steps ahead of everyone in all aspects of the business. She couldn't for the life of her figure out why they even remembered her sister's name, much less ask for her specifically.

"Now you want to care about her?" Roman scoffed, quirking an eyebrow skeptically.

"I could ask you the same question. She's my sister, not your plaything." Stephanie challenged.

She was getting mad all over again thinking of Roman having his hands on her.

He shrugged indifferently, "That's the deal, take it or leave it."

The proposition hung in the air between them. It seemed like neither of them were willing to budge.

"What exactly do you plan on doing with my sister?" Ste[hanie broke the silent stalemate.

Roman set his lips in a tight line. He had to think fast before she realized he hadn't thought that far ahead. The initial demand was as far as he'd gotten on his short walk to her office.

"Well?" She smirked, seeing him faltering.

"I want to marry her."

The amusement on her face dropped instantly, "Why the hell would you do something so stupid? You barely know her."

"I know enough," he said evenly, composing his features to cover his slip.

The gravity of his sudden proposal hadn't fully hit him yet. The words slipped past his teeth so swiftly and easily that he had not had time to prepare for the inevitable ramifications.

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him, she was reeling too, "I can't give you an answer right now. I need to think this through."

He nodded, "I get that. If I don't hear from you by next week, then the deal is off."

He turned to leave her office, glad that he could drop his imposing facade. The weight of what he had just gotten himself into was falling heavily on him all of a sudden.

"Roman." Stephanie called out to stop him, "I don't know what you're playing at right now, but I will find out."

"Fair enough." he shrugged, "Shiloh is my play. You involved her in the first place, don't forget that."


"So what's the big emergency meeting about?" Hunter asked, dropping onto the couch in his wife's office.

"It's about The Shield." she began warily.

She put her pen down to massage her temples. She had a migraine ever since Roman had left earlier.

"What did they do now?" Kane muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Nothing...yet. They want to renegotiate their deal with us," she explained.

"What do they want Blue Buffalo instead of Purina? I'm sure we could work that out for them." Randy joked, making the other men snicker.

Stephanie shook her head, keeping her eyes closed, "They want Shiloh."

"WHAT?" Randy's tone had changed instantly.

She laughed despite the situation. Of course, he would take her seriously now.

"The fuck are they even talking about? Shi's been off the table for weeks now." Randy argued.

He was going to beat them bloody for even mentioning his Daisy again. Who the fuck did they think they were?

"Roman stopped by earlier to inform me that our current deal would be null and void if I didn't deliver Shiloh by next week," she explained.

Randy laughed mirthlessly, "Let him go then. I'll deal with him personally."

"Not just him, all three of them will walk," she added with a sardonic grin.

"Make the call then. Let them have her." Hunter shrugged.

"Absolutely the fuck not," Randy growled.

His mind was already made up. He would confront Roman and if the other two poodles got in his way, he'd deal with them too.

"I'm with H. She owes us for screwing up in the first place." Kane threw in his two cents as well.

Randy flew out of his seat then, "I put her in that position. I wanted her out then too. Blame me, not her."

Stephanie looked at him incredulously, "Now you want to fall on your sword for her? I'm pretty sure you were driving the bus you threw her under."

"She was so grateful for that too. 'Oh Randy, my hero!'" Kane mocked.

Randy ignored him, altering his strategy, "They have nothing to go on. Nothing to hold us, to hold YOU accountable. They're pissed that you're dragging your feet and they're trying to call your bluff, that's it."

Hunter blew out a frustrated sigh. Shiloh was one of his least favorite subjects to discuss. She was right above root canals and colon screenings, but only just.

"She's not doing anything productive for us sitting on her ass at the beach. Give them what they want and let her report back to us. It's the least she could do after everything you do for her."

"How do you know that Randy?" Stephanie asked.

Something about the way he said that had piqued her curiosity.

"Because it's exactly what I would do." He admitted.

If it had been anybody but Shiloh involved he would have tipped his hat to them. Then he would have sat back and watched the whole thing play out. It made his blood boil to even think about what Roman might have in store for her. It was even worse that she seemed to reciprocate his feelings.

He'd never let that happen. He would make sure she finally came around and realized that his intentions were good, even if his approach was shit sometimes.

Randy leveled his glare at Hunter, "You give them Shi, what are they going to ask for next?"

Hunter smirked, "She hates you and probably always will. Let her do what needs to be done so we can focus on something, anything other than those mutts."

"Or get some decent tits and do her job for her." Kane laughed, following him up.

Randy clenched his fists tightly at his sides, willing his fury to subside.

Stephanie sighed, deeply, making her decision, "I'll make the call then."

Randy shook his head, "Unfuckingbelivable."

She glared at him for interrupting her, "I'll also make sure she understands the rules this time and remind her who she's loyal to. I also expect you to keep a close eye on her as well. I do NOT want history repeating itself."

He nodded tightly. He didn't need instructions to watch out for Shiloh. It had already become second nature to him. He did it without even realizing it sometimes. It was all for her benefit. She was too stubborn or stupid to accept that fact.

Roman had weaknesses. Randy would figure them out and exploit them like he always did.

He'd show her who her true savior was. Who had been all along.

Shiloh was his. The Shield would never keep her from him, especially Roman fucking Reigns