Hey my peeps, I'm here with another chapter and let's just say A LOT happens, so be prepared for a bumpy ride. Haha! Love to my girl JustCherry73 for helping me with this chapter and adding to it with your own writing! Love you! And a shoutout to my other girls GoldenGirl1920 and wwechristina for your continued love and support! Love you ladies!

I don't own anyone affiliated with the WWE...they own themselves. I only own Lucy, the storyline and any OC characters that there may be. JustCherry73 owns Leslie.

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Randy POV

Where the fuck is she? She's the goddamn queen after all, shouldn't be here to this lame ass event already? God, I can't wait to get her up to that tower and fuck the ever living shit out of her. I'll have her squealing like a pig.

Another person of interest just walked in. Leslie. It's such a shame Drew never wanted her back when we were younger. I would have snatched her up so fast from under his nose, he wouldn't have known what hit him. Then again, I frown at the thought, she was always too smart for her own good to fall for my ways. Dumb catty bitch.

That low life Ridge just walked up to her and is looking a little too cozy for comfort. He must have a death wish or something because with the way he just grabbed her ass…it's not going to end well for him. Oh well! I'm debating if I should go over and help her, but before I can make my decision, the object of my desire walks in. On fucking McIntyre's arm. I sneer at the image in front of me.

That bitch is mine, but fuck me does she look fuckable right now. The way she's dressed in that dark teal that hugs her tight little body and how her cleavage can be seen for days. I'm salivating at just the thought of having her later. That time can't come soon enough.

Leslie POV

I enter the banquet hall and greet the guest of honor, King Sheamus O'Shaunessy of Ireland. He kisses me on the cheek with his normal jovial gusto and says, "Leslie, my sweet Lass! Ye outdid yourself with this party. Ye never fail to make a celebration worthwhile! And just look at ye in that beautiful emerald green dress! Ye make me homesick for Ireland in that number!"

I smile and nod, "King Sheamus, the happiest of birthdays to you, my dear friend. And how old are you again, Sir?" I smirk at him with knowing gleam in my eye.

Sheamus rolls his eyes, "Oh don't ye start all that bleeding bollocks too, Lass! Ye starting to sound like your old pally McIntyre. I'm not that much older than that big, hairy oaf arse!"

I laugh and start my mingling around the room, greeting members of both courts and conferring with Otis on the festivities. I spot Randy immediately across the room. He looks anxious, like he's looking for something…or someone. I think to myself, "I just bet I know who you're looking for, you treacherous cad piece of shit!"

Ridge has unfortunately just spotted me. Oh, for fuck's sake! The last thing I need tonight is his stupid drunk ass all over me! Bleh! He saunters, more like staggers, up to me and slurs loudly with his breath smelling like death, "'ello, sexy love. Those gigantic tits sure look mouthwatering! And you look like you need someone to help you out of that dress tonight!" He wags those gross eyebrows at me.

I wrinkle my nose and try to get out of this damn conversation quickly, "You're right, Ridge. Too bad is won't be you." I slap his hand away when he dares try to grope my backside. I snicker a little and I dare to poke at him some, "And I'm surprised you're able to attend the party tonight. I heard you took quite the nasty spill last night, judging by the huge lump on that oversized head of yours."

He winces some as he touches the giant knot. But I feel sick and disgusted as he leans into me saying, "The only oversized head I care about is the one your sweet lips will be wrapped around later, princess! And it will be tickling your insides in all the right ways." God, help me not to vomit all over this dress! Lucy needs to hurry her ass up and get down here. I want this whole thing over with as quick as possible!

And like she knows I'm thinking about her cheating ass, in walks Lucy on Drew's arm. It may make me ill and jealous as fuck to see her with my true love. But for once, I'm happy to see her given my disgusting present company. She immediately runs over to me, hugging me and squealing, "Oh Leslie! This party turned out amazing! You're incredible!"

This compliment catches me quite off guard. It's sad really. If it were under any other circumstance, I could see myself liking her and being her friend. Hearing her backstory of abuse made my heart break a little for her. But it also made me more resolved in my plan. Drew literally saved her from poverty and abuse, and this is how she repaid him. Not on my watch, bitch!

But right now, still annoyed that Ridge has not left my side, I wave my hand and say happily, "Oh pish posh! You helped just as much as I did, Lucy. You deserve just as much credit as I do. And everything that comes to you." Oh, just wait until later when I catch you two rutting like farm animals. You'll get what's coming to you, slut.

But that smooth voice, the one that has echoed through my brain in my sweetest of naughty dreams since childhood, speaks as my greatest love stands in front of me, looking so goddamn gorgeous in that emerald green kilt, "Leslie, don't be modest. You deserve every accolade that is given to you. You are indeed incredible, Sweet."

Drew takes my right hand and lifts it to his mouth. Is it my imagination, or did that gesture linger a lot longer than it should have? And did he get more handsome since this morning? Jesus! I want nothing more than to tear that white dress shirt off his body and have him fuck me until I see stars! My pulse and heartbeat are thumping so fast and I feel my cheeks get flushed. I make the mistake of looking into those beautiful blue eyes and I forget to breathe. Why does this man have to be so incredibly gorgeous? Why do I love him so much, it literally makes my heart ache?

Sheamus comes over, claps Drew on the shoulder and declares, "Since I'm the birthday boy, I demand a dance with the lovely Queen of Scotland. That is, if ye don't mind, McIntyre."

Drew's eyes never leave mine and he nods, "Be my guest, Old Bastard. Have fun." Drew looks at me with that longing look that makes my inside gush and breathes in my ear, "My god, do you look stunning, my Sweet. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. May I have the first dance with you?"

I try not to tear up as I struggle not to tell him that I love him completely and madly in the middle of this crowded room, full of court members and subjects of both kingdoms. You can have every single dance for the rest of my life! I love you so much, Drew! I smile as I nod and start to take his hand, not caring if the entire room notices how much we are pining for each other. I am completely under Drew's love spell and I don't ever want to be free.

But I had completely forgotten about the brutish and bullish presence of Ridge Holland as he growls and roughly yanks my hand away, "'Scuse us, King Haggis Breath! I'm taking this beauty out for a spin on the floor first before I plow that sweet shit between her legs later." I'm wincing in pain as he physically jerks me away by my arm before I can start my rather loud protest, leaving Drew looking like he's about to commit murder.

Lucy POV

As Sheamus and I dance, I look up at him find him smiling down at me. "You know, you look absolutely breathtakin' tonight, Lucy. McIntyre is one lucky bastard," he said to me and I giggle at his choice of wording.

"That is very kind of you, you don't look so bad yourself. Very handsome I might add. The lady who catches your eye will be very lucky herself. And Drew isn't the lucky one; I am. He did save my life after all," I reply.

"Aye, he did tell me about that. Yer father is lucky Drew didn't kill him. I'm just glad yer okay now, Lass," he tells me and I smile meekly up at him. Selfishly, I let my mind wander towards Allen and what he's doing. A smile dances across my face at the thought of him and what I'd do to be down there with him right now. I love these parties, but they are just not my cup of tea. I'm more quiet than anything. That might be because of the isolation I was put through my entire life. It's just something I got use to.

I'm pulled from my musings when I hear that voice I've come to begin fearing these past two weeks. I look up and over at him when he asks Sheamus if he can cut in. Without hesitation, Sheamus hands me over to Randy and I am now in the arms of the last person I want to be around.

I try to keep space in between our bodies, but Randy is just too strong. He frowns at the action before forcefully pulling me up against him. "Now Lucy, don't act like you're not happy to see me," he scolds me and my lips produce a flat line.

"That's because I'm not. What do you want, Randy," I reply in annoyance. Randy narrows his eyes at my attitude.

"You better watch that mouth of yours when you're speaking to me. We both know you're not stupid enough to disobey me. Whether you're the queen or not," he sneers quietly. I break eye contact with him briefly before meeting his eyes once more with determination.

"And we both know I'm not stupid enough to fall for your false charm anymore. Why do you think I've been avoiding you for the past two weeks? You've changed. And I don't like it," I retort just as quietly and Randy has the audacity to smile, but it's anything but a smile and it sends a shiver down my spine.

Randy pulls me even closer to him and maneuvers our positioning so his back is to the dance floor and I am completely hidden to anyone around us. "Do you think I give a shit if you've liked that I've changed or not? You're the reason for how I've been acting. I know why you've been avoiding me, but that ends tonight. You're mine and I will have you whether you like it or not. Whether you want it or not," he growls. This time I break eye contact with him and watch the other couples dance. Wishing that that was me and Allen as he held me close and whispered how much he loved me in my ear. "Look at me you little bitch," Randy snarls and my head shoots up to look at him with shock and fear.

"How dare you…"

"How dare I? You will come with me and I will have you. If you don't, I won't hesitate to end your precious kings life. Then what will you do?" He threatens and the look in my eyes turns to horror and disgust.

"You would do no such thing. Even if I wasn't queen, he is your king, not to mention your best friend. I know you're not foolish enough to do something so rash as to kill your king," I spit out and the look in Randy's eyes turn so evil and menacing, I have to will myself not to physically react to it.

"Hmm, no. Drew would be too obvious, but I know someone who wouldn't. Someone who nobody would miss. Someone who could be so easily replaced…" he counters and I stay silent, refusing to look into his eyes. That is until the next words to come out of his mouth. "Your little fuck toy down at the stables. Allen, is it?" He whispers so calmly, but his tone is filled with malice and disgust.

"Don't you dare touch him," I state, trying to sound strong, but I'm anything but right now. Now that he's threatened to go after the one thing…the one person that means the most to me in this world.

The smirk that grows on his face terrifies me because I know what he is capable of. Randy never breaks his word if it benefits him…and that's what scares me to death because I know he'd do exactly that and go after Allen. "Or what? There is nothing you can do to save him. I could end him in a second and you would have no choice but to deal with it. I might even just have you watch as I slit his throat right in front of you while you watch the life leave his eyes," he said and I quietly whimper at his promising threat.

"No…" I whisper. "Don't…please," I beg him and the satisfied condescending cocky smirk that is on his face grows tenfold because he knows he's won. I literally have to will myself not to cry in front of all these people because then they would know something is wrong. I can't let that happen. Not when Allen's life is being threatened.

"Then come with me without a fight and you will let me have my way with you…in any way I choose to have you and you're not going to fight me. You fight me even once and he's dead. You got it?" he spits out and I nod my head in defeat.

"Please…don't hurt him and I'll do whatever you want," I reply as I let him drag me out of the room, trying to stay as inconspicuous as possible.

Drew POV

That fucking limey son of a bitch! How dare he touch my Sweet! She is mine, you fucker! What the fuck is going on between them? If my eyes could kill, Ridge Holland would have his head removed from his stocky, clammy, pathetic body! There is no way that boorish prick has Leslie's affections. Right? I feel a wave of panic hit me like a tidal wave in a storm. Is she hiding an affair with him from me?

I keep trying to tell myself it's none of my business if she is having an affair with him. But it is, damn it! He doesn't even deserve to touch the hem of her garment. Leslie should be revered and worshipped like the goddess she is to me. Jesus Christ, that beautiful creature, clad in that emerald green gown! The moment I laid eyes on her tonight, I wanted nothing more than to whisk her away to my bedchamber and fuck her all night! I want my mouth all over those beautiful tits so bad, I can literally taste them on my tongue.

But Leslie should not just be desired and lusted over. She deserves nothing less than to be loved and cherished and treated…like a Queen. MY QUEEN! Bloody hell, no way am I letting her make this huge mistake with that piece of shit! I sulk for a moment, ignoring what Sheamus has just said to to me about Lucy, then I stalk towards them. I don't give a toss about anything else going on in this room. I need to protect my Sweet from this ogling oaf!

Leslie POV

I am beyond annoyed at this disgusting pig and his outrageous claims! I was going to dance with Drew, you dumbass! As Ridge pulls me close to his solid, thickset body, sweaty from all the mead he has already consumed, I lash out, "I don't know who in the hell you think you are, you repulsive prat! But you just made a complete ass out of yourself in front of the King of Scotland! Let go of me!"

Ridge, seemingly not caring at all, sneers at me and says, "You said something about an ass, princess?" He reaches around and fondles my backside. I struggle against him and slap at his chest. Unfortunately, he seems to like this, gropes me even closer to him, and gets a menacing gleam in his eye, "Oh, you like it rough, eh? Good! Ole Ridgey can definitely help you out there! I'll bust that pussy wide open if you want, doll face!"

He reaches between us and squeezes my breast like a vice grip. I scream out in pain as I shove him away from me and clutch my chest. I have had enough of his fucking antics and I slap him dead in his piggish face with all my force, "You dumb drunk bastard! Get your hands off me!"

He comes up with a red handprint on his cheek and the prick dares to smile at me, "Oh yeah! You do want it hard and rough! Well, it's time Ridgey teaches you a lesson and fucks you like the bitch in heat you are! McIntyre can't do to you what I'm getting ready to do!"

As he tries to grab my skirt, I kick and scream as loud as I can. My foot connects with his meaty forehead and he tries to pull me close to him by my ankle. But I feel his massive weight pulled off me and a skirmish ensues. Everything is a whirlwind right now! I hear Drew in the middle of the melee, "You rotten bastard! Keep your hands off Leslie or I'll kill you, motherfucker!"

Drew is on top of Ridge, slamming his fists down into his face. There is a lot of confusion as I see the other court members rushing to either break up or witness the fight. But I look towards the door and see Randy leave the room, followed by Lucy a few seconds after. Oh shit! This is it!

I make a break to the door, telling a concerned Sheamus, My King, I need air and the privy. He is understanding and starts in on manhandling Ridge himself, helping Drew pummel him to a pulp. As I run into the hall, I spot those two cheating whores going up the stairs towards the old tower. I take off my shoes and I follow them, making no noise to tip them off.

I make it to the middle of the last set of stairs and I see Lucy step through the door at the top and Randy look behind them to make sure they weren't followed. I quickly duck out of sight to the side wall, then glance back around and see that rotten shithead close the door behind them.

My heart feels like it's going a million times a minute and shattering for Drew all at once. I can't believe it! Those two assholes are really doing this! They are going to fuck in the middle of Sheamus' party under Drew's roof! I turn and run down the lengthy stairwell, knowing what I must do. I have been anticipating this moment for two weeks! And now that it's here, I can hear the sound of Drew's heart breaking and it starts to crush my soul. But I have come this far. It's time to end those two adulterous fucks and give Drew a chance at real happiness, with or without me.

Lucy POV

I can't believe this is happening right now. Why did I let myself get into this mess and get involved with someone I thought was sweet and gentle. God, I regret everyday giving in to his advances and question why I ever wanted him in the first place. It's because he manipulated you, sweetheart. You didn't know any better. He had you fooled and you fell right into his trap. Just like he wanted.

Closing the door behind him, Randy turns in my direction and stalks towards me with this predatory glare in his eyes that is anything but reassuring of what is about to happen. I quietly whimper, wishing desperately to be anywhere but here. I cry out when Randy shoves me roughly against the stone wall behind me and begins to press sloppy wet kisses to my neck and bosom.

A tear falls from my eye as I look up into the dark night sky; the only thing illuminating it is the full moon above. On any other occasion making love under a full moon with the one you love would be considered romantic. This is anything, but. I'm not making love and I sure as hell am not with the one I love. Allen. Remember, you are doing this to protect him. He never has to know and if he finds out, I'm sure he'll understand once you explain everything to him.

I send out a silent prayer, hoping this will be quick. I'd rather be bathing in acid right now than to have this monster defile me because I know that is exactly what he is about to do. Before I know what's happening, my airway is being cut off. I look up into the menacing black eyes of Randy as his hand wraps around my neck. The fear radiating through mine has a feral grin cross his face as I grasp onto his wrist, desperately trying to pry his hand off my throat as I gasp for air.

"At least pretend like you're enjoying this, you little whore. That's all you were and are to me," he spits out and my eyes harden at his blatant disrespect for me.

"Never," I rasp out. Randy's eyes darken even more at my rejection as I let it be known that I am here against my own will. "I'm only here to protect the man I love and my king. Neither of which are you," I spit back and Randy's grip tightens on my throat before it disappears and I am flung to the stone floor.

I look up at him in horror and disgust as I cover my cheek that he just slapped. The force of it is what had sent me to the ground. "You little shit. I'm going to fuck you so hard, your pathetic king and little worthless stable boy will never want you again," he snarls, the tone in his voice like venom. Leslie was right about him. He wants to be Drew so bad, that all he cares about is possessing what he has.

"I hate you," I tell him, my voice hoarse from the abuse my throat just took. He laughs at my words. He fucking laughs! He really has gone insane.

"Do you think I give a flying fuck what you think about me? God, you really are stupid, just like Jenny was. Shit, Drew sure does know how to pick them," Randy retorts, taking off his shirt and tosses it to the side.

My eyes widen at him bringing Drew's late wife into this. "How dare you bring her into this! You leave Jenny out of it! You sick bastard!" I cry out and he backhands me again, sending my sitting up form back to the ground.

"You shut the fuck up and strip down naked! Now! Or you won't like the consequences. You little tramp. Spread your legs for anyone. You belong to me, Lucia. Don't you forget that," he snaps, taking off his bottoms. The bile rises in my throat as I look at him. What did I ever see in you? Mama. Allen. Drew. I'm so sorry.

"Fuck you! I never belonged to you and I never will. You're a goddamn predator! Going after what isn't yours!" I respond, doing as he says and with humiliation, striping down to nothing. The tears fall from my eyes as this continues to proceed, knowing there is no way out of this. I refuse to put Allen and Drew in danger because of my foolishness.

"Oh we'll see about that, dear Lucia. Now get on your hands and knees like the bitch that you are. I'm going to fuck your pussy raw and there's not a thing you can do about it," he sneers.

Doing as he says, I turn around as the tears fall from eyes. I try to think about anything, but being here with him. I let my mind wander to Allen; he's the only thing…the only person in this world that makes me happy. I cry out when Randy impales me from behind and doesn't give me any time to adjust; he just begins to pound into me at a relentless pace and it hurts so much.

I let my mind focus back onto Allen. I think about his smile that I love so much. His blue eyes that I get lost in almost immediately the second I look into them and how he looks down at me with so much love. I think about how gentle he is with me; his teasing words and playful behavior…

Randy's grunts and groans rip me from my blissful musings. The tears fall even quicker, silently as I mourn the situation I've gotten myself into. The dirty words that leave his mouth have me shuddering in disgust. Randy mistakes it for pleasure because the next words to leave his mouth has me holding back the bile that rises in my throat.

"Yeah…you like my dick, baby? You like how I tear your shit up like no one else can. I know you love the way I pound into your sweet tight little pussy," he moans and when I don't reply the sharp pain of the slap he delivers to my rear end has me crying out in pain. "I asked you a question, bitch. Answer me!" SLAP!

I cry out again, feeling the unwelcoming burn that his hand left on my bare ass. "No! Fuck you!" I spit out with as much malice as I can provide. I regret it immediately because his thrusts become unbearable as he slams into me at an inhumanly fast pace. "RANDY!" I scream out in pain, but it only seems to spur him on.

Lord, please just let this end and I promise to never be unfaithful again.

Leslie POV

I rush down the stairs and break towards the banquet hall, still carrying my shoes, hoping to find Drew as quickly as possible. And as luck would have it, he has just come out of the door. I see his main guards, Gunther and Gallows, carrying a knocked out and bloody faced Ridge towards the front doors and sling his useless body outside. I stop and look at Drew. He has a bloody lip, but laughs at me, "Nice of you to stick around while I defend your honor, Sweet."

I am out of breath, panting from both the jog down the stairs and my anxiety of what I'm about to do. I decide to inquire about Ridge's drunk ass later, and I find the library door. I grab Drew's hand and pull him inside, "Come with me. I need to talk to you in private!" Oh gods, my heart is about to pound out of my chest! From both running down the stairs and from just touching his hand.

As I shut the door behind me, Drew starts to speak, "Yes, we do need to have a talk. Sweet, listen. I know you're as tough as they come and you don't need some knight in shining armor coming to your rescue. But I wasn't going to let that bastard touch you like that because I…"

I am listening to Drew say this to me and my heart is already aching. He is so giving and selfless. His only concern right now is my safety. Why, Lucy? Goddamn it! Why did you do this to this incredible, loving man? But if I don't tell him now, I will lose my courage. I finally just blurt out as he's talking, "Drew, listen to me. Randy and Lucy are having an affair behind your back! They are having sex up in the old battlement tower right now!"

Drew stops what he is saying and has a blank expression on that gorgeous face. I'm waiting for his response, any response. Then, he blinks and huffs, "OK Sweet, very funny. Not the time for one of your jokes. I'm not laughing."

I gape at him, "I'm not joking, Drew! I would never kid about something as horrible as this. You were right to fear Lucy growing close to Randy. You were right to beat the shit out of him. Just like when we were kids, he saw what you held dear, and he took it. They lied to you. I don't know how long it's been going on, but they are fucking behind your back! I saw them go into the tower room. Drew, they are up there right now as we speak!"

Drew violently shakes his head and paces, "No. NO! This isn't possible! Why are you doing this to me? They told me that nothing was happening! What makes you so sure they are having an affair? Are you jealous of Lucy or something?"

My shoulders go slack and I start to tear up, "Am I jealous of Lucy? You're goddamn right I am! She has you! But envy doesn't change what I saw, Drew! Do you remember the day I arrived at the castle with Sheamus? When we walked into Randy's room and saw him fucking that "common whore" in his bed? I glanced up at the mirror above Randy's bed. I saw the woman's face while Randy still had his damn dick inside of her! And I saw that face again later that evening…when you introduced me to your wife! It was Lucia I saw being fucked by Randy! Under your own roof, Drew! I have always been truthful with you! Why would I ever lie about this? The last thing I ever want is to see you hurt!"

Drew starts to leave the room, but he will listen to me even if I have to tie him down to the chair. I rush to block the door and continue, "The reason why I left the party just now? I saw them both exit the banquet hall. I followed them up to the old tower. They are up there right now doing Christ knows what under your roof! I have never lied to you before and I am not deceiving you now! They are undermining your power and authority as King and making your marriage vows a joke! But more than that, they are hurting you and cheating on you and goddamn them both for this!"

Drew is silent for a moment. I can't tell what he is thinking for the first time in my life, and this scares me. Does he believe me? I don't know. But then, a rancorous, almost psychotic look crosses his face and it terrifies me even more. In a low, rumbling, snarling voice, Drew looks at me and says, "OK. Show me, Sweet. Take me up there and show me where they are."