Wrestling Holiday One-Shots
By Jurassicfatt
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. They are owned by WWE, AEW, Impact Wrestling, and many other promotions. This story is entirely fictional.
Valentina Rossi, New Odysseys Space Station, Valentine's Day
Standing at the podium with the governor, Jonathan Morreville, and chief financial officer, Stacy Keibler, we look out at the large crowd gathered in front of us. The governor wears a three-piece suit with a blue tie and New Odysseys pin. Ms. Keibler is decked out in a blue blazer, blouse, pants, and a pair of simple flats. The outfit compliments her long blonde hair nicely. My curled black hair and white business suit makes me stick out a bit, but that's fine. I'm my own person.
People of all ages wait behind the red tape, cheering and holding up signs, as New Odyssey's police force keep a watchful eye over the event. Several big-time businessmen and investors, from the likes of Intel and Atari to Galvacom and Star System Grocers, stand behind us, clapping. I follow along, before the governor starts his speech.
"Thank you everyone for attending." he speaks into the microphone, his voice polite and welcoming. "From its inception, this space station has been a beacon of innovation. While we aren't as large as Stellaris 13 or New Horizons, New Odysseys has some of the brightest minds from Earth." An echo of applause rings out. "We were the first space station to successfully capture a medium size comet through our gravity wells. The first to build automated stairlifts over teleporters. And the first to introduce both human and A.I. nurse training programs. It was your hard work and determination that made headline news on every colony and station, from Earth to the Moon and beyond. Every person here has contributed to New Odysseys." Jonathan pauses for a moment, flipping his speech papers. "But for a long time, there wasn't a lot to do. We worked, and we worked. Surfed the web. Saw what our family and friends back on Earth were up to. How people were living on Stellaris. Many people made suggestions, and we took them in-stride. We discussed how we were going to expand our station. It took several months of planning to get to where we are. And finally, I'm here to announce that today, with the help of the Earth planetary fund, Intel, Atari, Galvacom, Star System Grocers, and several other sponsors, we heard you. Citizens, I am proud to announce the newest addition to our space station: Titan Square." He gestures behind him as the police unveil the new metal sign above us. Gleaming in the light, the sign reads 'Titan Square'. Behind it sits a completely new sector: the entertainment district. The first building that catches the eye is the casino my contractors spent a year constructing, alongside multiple fountains, museums, botanical garden, library, clubs, bars, restaurants, and monuments. "It was everyone, our scientists, engineers, blue collar workers, investors, shopkeepers and all of the people aboard this station that helped make this happen. All of you. And now, people will have a place to hang out with friends after work. A place to go on dates. A place to bring their children to learn, laugh, and play. To have picnics and just enjoy their free time. This is your achievement. And now, even Earth is going to be jealous." I laugh alongside the people in the crowd, as he smiles towards them. "Once again, thank you. And enjoy Titan square. You've earned it."
We all clap as the governor, Stacy, the investors and I cut the red ribbon. Slowly but surely, the security and police welcome people into the square. I walk up to the governor, patting him on the shoulder as the crowds start talking loudly and cheering.
"Jonathan!" I call, causing the gray-haired man to turn to me. "Great speech. Will I be seeing you at the Forex grand opening?"
"Yes, although it might be a bit later. I promised my wife I'd go to the museum for Valentine's. She wants to show me all the exhibits she's worked on." Johnathan tells me.
"I'll save a spot for you." Shaking his hand, I turn and make my way over to the casino, my bodyguards following behind. Heading up the velvet red stares with silver handrails, I take a moment to admire what we built. The Forex is a large rectangular casino made of white moon bricks, with multiple plants sticking out of the green infrastructure. The windows have a blueish tint, perfectly matching the stone. Beautifully carved barbary lions straddle the solid black wooden doors of the entrance. Walking inside, I can hear the familiar chimes of the slot machines and roars of the gambling crowds. Big neon signs read out "Valentine's Day Double Date: 2 free plays, one for you and your sweetheart!"
"Marty, can you get the doors? I'm afraid Willy might be a little overrun." I argue.
"On it, boss." Marty answers, doing just that.
I keep moving forward, observing people as I pass them by. Seeing the laughing, smiling and cheering faces of my customers gives me a measure of pride. We built this place from the ground up, and now people can enjoy themselves in New Odysseys newest casino. I always wanted to have a place of my own to entertain people and make them happy. I used to draw pictures of amusement parks and zoos when I was kid. Dreamed about being the head of the park or leader of the zoo. And after all these years, I'm standing in a casino I helped create. It's surreal. Stacy had a big part to play, as well. If she hadn't contacted Atari and Galvacom when she did, we never would have gotten the machines we needed in time. Walking through the aisles, the orange and blue ceiling lights offer a warm, inviting glow to the smooth black dance floor and mahogany wood stage. I take a seat in my VIP booth, my personal bodyguard Dario surveying the area. Couples dance to the 'Lover's mix' currently playing, before the musicians start changing up the beat and our DJ, 'Miracle G', takes the mic.
"Ladies, gentlemen and beautiful people of New Odysseys, how's everyone doing tonight?" A chorus of cheers rings out from the crowd. "Well, alright! Thank you everyone for attending our grand opening at the Forex. At this time, I want to send a special thank you to our founders, Ms. Valentina Rossi and Mrs. Stacy Keibler, who helped bring this place to life. Why don't you girls stand up?" Standing from my seat, I wave to the crowd and notice Stacy at another table, alongside her husband. "Give them a hand everybody!" The crowd applauds hard for us, making me blush a bit. Praise from a single person is one thing. This is a couple hundred people and they're all showering us with it. Taking a moment to breath, I go back to my seat, Stacy doing the same. Miracle G continues, tapping the mic to get our attention. "Yeah. Now, we've got a special Valentine's Day event. Bubbly, balloons and of course, gambling and live entertainment. So, to celebrate our opening and the love on this station, we've picked a special performer for you all. Let's give it up for singer-songwriters, and musical geniuses, Harley Cameron, Jessica McCay and Cassie Lee!"
I clap hard as the ruffly black-grey curtains get pulled back, revealing my girlfriend, Harley. She's wearing a dazzling blue dress with sleeves and matching heels. She also has small silver earrings and the silver bracelet I bought for her back on Earth. Her hair is curled at the ends, giving her an angelic glow. She looks absolutely beautiful, her rose-coloured lips, nude eyeshadow and blush on point tonight. Jessica McCay is in a light blue dress and high-heeled shoes, with simple foundation and eyeshadow to match. She also has her hair curled at the ends. Cassie is in an aquamarine sparkling dress with multiple bracelets and hoop earrings. She's decided to keep her hair straight with plaful bangs, and her makeup is minimum as well. Just some eyeshadow and blush. Grabbing the microphone, the girls smile at each other, and then the crowd, before Harley starts singing:
Hey!
We're your Inspiration
Cassie and Jessica join in with her, the lights following their movements as they sway to Miracle's beats:
Lights down low (Turn the heat up, baby), got that glow (Won't keep you waiting)
We're the show
Now we bet you can't look away
It's our time (You know it, baby)
To deep dive (Anticipatin')
Come out on the other side
Better than yesterday
Out here lookin' for competition
We know you don't compare (You ain't got it)
You still wishin' you had our vision
So step up if you dare
We got a voice and you gon' listen
So don't get in our way
Just can't help it that you can't get it
Baby, don't hate, hey!
The crowd is whistling and grooving in their seats, while the couples on the dance floor shimmy together. The holographic projector behind them creates a flurry of flying hearts, which circle around the stage and dance floor, much to the amazement of the crowd. I've heard Harley sing this song so many times, I can't help moving my shoulders and mouthing the words.
Got the swagger? You hear
Got the power? Hell yeah
We can't help it
We gon' be your IInspiration
Got the right moves? No doubt
Don't you know it's our house?
You can't fight it
And now we're your IInspiration
At this point, she turns her head and spots me in the crowd. Never missing a beat, she keeps singing her heart out, our clients only getting more invested in the performance. Despite being surrounded by people, it feels just like when she sang for me back in our apartment in Jersey. My heart pounds as she hits the high notes, making people scream louder and the energy in here electric. I couldn't be prouder of my girl. Of the incredible star she's become, alongside her friends Jessica and Cassie, since coming to the station.
The trio finishes their song, posing for everyone as the whistles and applause deafens everything around them.
"You guys are the best!" Harley compliments, blowing a kiss to them.
"New Odysseys rocks!" Jessica yells, pumping her fist. Cassie laughs and follows suit.
"Thanks everyone. It's been a pleasure! Happy Valentine's Day." Cassie calls, the projector then spewing out a giant heart with an arrow firing through it. More applause rings out, before they exit the stage and Miracle G praises their performance. Shifting back to contemporary dance music, a tall orange drink arrives at my table.
"Sylvie, what's all this?" I ask the fiery redhead bartender.
"Ms. Keibler and her husband told me to bring you a drink, for helping with Titan square." she explains. Stacy, you didn't need to buy me a drink. I get them free for being manager, dummy. Curious, I turn to Sylvie.
"What is it?"
"It's an orange creamsicle delight cocktail. Vodka, orange juice, ginger ale, whipped cream and an orange slice for garnish." Sylvie tells me, putting a cocktail napkin beside me.
"Wow! Thank you, Sylvie."
"No problem. Let me know if you need anything, Ms. Valentina."
"I will, thank you." I say sweetly. Grabbing the metal straw, I take one sip and immediately go to heaven. It's a perfect balance of sweet and tart, the vodka taste still there but faint. I better not sip it too quickly or I might end up getting a headache. About a minute later, I hear someone walking behind me and a hand caress my arm. Smiling as I recognize the touch, I grab the hand and look up, seeing my girlfriend's big orbs. Standing up, she smiles widely. "Hi babe."
"Hi." she squeaks, leaning in and giving me a small kiss. God, I love her lips. So smooth and pillowy. I pull out a chair for her and she sits across from me. "Thanks, Val."
"No problem, Harley. You were amazing up there!"
Blushing, she waves me off. "Stop it."
"I can't. You were incredible! Everyone agrees, too. Even Dario was bobbing his head to the beat."
"Really?" she asks genuinely, and I nod. "You guys are too much. I should text Jessie and Cassie, let them know the big bad bodyguard has a heart after all." I hear him snort in response, before walking away for a second, answering his earpiece.
"He's tough, but he cares. Did they go home?"
"Cassie did. Shawn and the baby were backstage watching. Jessie's staying because her boyfriend just got off work." Harley explains.
"I'll text them after to give them my praise. Right now, it's you and me." After a long week of paperwork for the grand opening, I deserve some quality time with my Harley. Even if it's brief.
"This place is phenomenal, baby. You worked so hard, and look," she emphasizes, showing the filled tables, vibrant dance floor and multi-stage gambling areas, "everyone loves it."
"Thanks, Harley." I tell her, smiling. I hear her little giggle and can't help returning it.
"What's this drink you're having?"
"An orange creamsicle delight cocktail. Might have to change that to 'OCDC'." I say, laughing again.
Giggling with me, she points to it. "Can I have some?"
"Sure thing."
Pushing the drink towards her gently, she grasps it in her hand. Swirling the straw, I feel her leg brush up against mine under the table, her heeled foot rubbing my knee. I stare at her, but she gives me a look of innocence, pretending that her foot didn't just touch my thigh. She turns and watches the tabletop games. A few couples bet, dressed in everything from formal attire to everyday jeans and t-shirts. Someone wins 78 credits at blackjack, cheering as he's handed another drink. I notice the little smirk and twinkle in her eyes as she continues moving her foot up my thigh. Controlling myself with deep breaths, I give her a challenging stare. She immediately stops once she sees it, removing her foot and licking her lips. "Something the matter, babe? You look all red."
"What are you hoping to achieve here, Harley?" I ask, my voice dripping with intent.
She gives me the sultriest look, eyes lidded and mouth just hovering over the straw. "I just want to have fun, Ms. Valentina." she answers, making her Australian accent thicker. She then takes the straw into her plump rose-colored lips, locks eyes with me and sips it, a satisfied moan echoing out from her throat. I can't help the shiver that goes down my spine as she does that. God, Harley, why do you have to be my kryptonite? If I wasn't so busy with the opening and meeting Atari's people, I'd be having dessert right now. "Did you hear back from the doctor?"
"Not yet. She says we need some more time to analyze our compatibility." she remarks softly, stirring her drink. Harley and I have been trying to start a family. Because we're on a space station, we have quite a few options, from adoption to cellular in-vitro. We have a donor, but we wanted to make sure our baby has both of our DNA, so no one could say that only one of us is the true parent. A new procedure developed some years ago, where you can 'join' two eggs together, effectively turning them into one. Only problem is it takes time, and the eggs have to be compatible in order to join. There's also the possibility of twins, but I've made it clear to Harley that no matter how many kids we have, I'll love them all.
"Hey. Harley, look at me." Her light brown eyes lock with mine, a small pout on her face. "It's going to be okay." I reassure her, putting my hand over hers. "And I'm here if you ever want to talk. I love you."
"I love you too, Val." she murmurs, scooting her chair towards me. I do the same, accidentally bumping into the table and making us laugh. Harley cups my cheek and caresses it gently. We lock eyes once more, Harley batting her lashes at me. Leaning towards each other, her rose-colored lips looking so tasty, my eyes flutter closed. I can feel her breath on my face, our lips just inches aw-
"Boss, we have a problem." the gruff voice of Dario cuts through. "I'm sorry about this, you two."
I give him the deadliest look, but noticing the serious expression on his face, I take a breath. "It can't wait?" I already know the answer, but here's to hope.
"No. I'm sorry, Val, but we got a call from your uncle. He says it's urgent." Dario states, his bald head shiny from the lights.
"Uncle Marco?" Dario nods. "Alright. I'm coming." I turn to Harley, who has a look of concern on her face, her eyes big and worried.
"You think it's your dad? He wasn't doing well, last time you talked." she asks.
"It might be. But I'm not sure." I admit.
"If Dario came, it has to be pretty serious. Go." Harley pats my shoulder, giving me a quick kiss. "We'll finish this later."
Laughing, I stand up, fixing my blazer. "I look forward to it."
Giving me elevator eyes, Harley sips on her drink. Flanked by Dario and a returning Marty, I walk to the elevator confidently. Pressing on the button, I get on and head to the 9th floor, where my office is. Stepping off, I flash my card over the door. It opens with a woosh, and I enter seconds later, noticing a tall brunette wearing a business jacket setting up the call. Genevieve, head of our software team at the Forex. Left Earth just 6 months ago but she's been a lifesaver here on the station. She turns and smiles. "Hey Ms. Valentina. I'm setting up the Galvacom V call now."
"Alright. Thanks, Vieve. And please, call me Val, okay?" I tell her. Sitting down beside her, I watch, the familiar Galvacom starship logo flashing across the screen. A few minutes later, I can see uncle Marco standing, a gun pointed to the back of his head. "Uncle Marco?!"
"Valentina-Oof!" my uncle starts, before the assailant smacks the back of his head with the gun.
"Don't hurt him! Who are you?!"
"Ms. Rossi, so good to meet you." the person states in a robotic voice, their face covered in a black skull mask. Genevieve is holding her mouth, clearly horrified by what she's seeing. My uncle stares back, before getting shoved. "Eyes forward."
"Who are you?" I demand, feeling helpless behind the screen. The masked man looks up at me, his gaze haunting as he holds his gun up.
"Who I am isn't important. What's important is what you can do for me."
"Do for you? You're threatening my family. Why would I help you? And what is it that you want?"
"Simple. Your brother, Mr. Michael Rossi, screwed me."
"Michael? I haven't spoken to my brother in 3 years." I argue. "If you have an issue, why didn't you go up to him?"
"I would have. But the little bastard got himself picked up. Boosting cars in St. Louis, of all places. If I go for him now, they'll come for me. And I'm more than happy to wait for my revenge."
"Then why the fuck are you bothering me? And what does this have to do with my uncle?" I question.
"Your brother stole 60 million dollars from me! That's what! But, with him behind bars and his assets frozen, I can't squeeze it from the bastard. Thus, the call." I can hear Dario fuming behind me. Uncle Marco was the one who helped Dario get into security. Helped get him jobs in nightclubs and jewelry shops back in Newark. He still holds a lot of respect and admiration for him. He's just as mad as I am. Probably even more so. Turning to the moment at hand, I stare at the masked home invader.
"What makes you think I can get you that kind of money?"
He laughs, grabbing my uncle by the throat. "If you want the old man to live longer, then you'll do exactly what I tell you. No cops. No interstellar police force. None of it, or he ends up like your father."
"What are you talking about?" I ask, looking at my uncle. His eyes give me a grave look, then look down. "Did… Did you do something to my father?"
"Who do you think I asked for the money, first?" the masked assailant asks. "Bloody prick. Sitting with an I.V. in his arm, but still wouldn't budge on the money. When he refused to give me what I wanted, I beat him. Simple."
The revelation is like a knife to my heart. I look to my uncle.
"… What?" I ask, my eyes tearing up.
"I'm sorry. That's why I was calling. I found out he was attacked this morning. But just as I came back home from the hosp- Ack!" Marco tells me, before getting choked.
"What did I tell you about shutting up?"
"Stop hurting him! Leave him alone!" I scream, trying desperately to get him to stop.
The masked face turns to me. "Your brother hid his money well. I have yet to get my hands on it, but trust me. I will. And I'll put a bullet in him for good measure. However, I want more." He picks up a newspaper of me, talking about the casino I was building on New Odysseys. "Seems you're a big shot on this station, right?"
"You still haven't told me what you want." I answer flatly, blinking away my tears, my eyes fierce.
"You have access to the mining facility near New Odysseys. Asteroid 154 something or other. I want a shipment of materials. No less than 300 million dollars worth. That's plenty for me. You're going to deliver it to my men on the colony, by-passing customs and signing it over to them. If you do so, you'll never hear from me again. If you refuse, I'll take both of your loved ones from you."
"What you're asking me is impossible. I don't have that kind of authority here. I can't just sign over those crates to you. And what do you mean by both? My brother, too?" I never got along with Michael, but that doesn't mean I want him dead.
Shaking his head, he sighs. "Nothing is impossible in this world. You have connections. And you think I didn't do my homework, Ms. Rossi? I'm talking about your little girlfriend." I feel my anger rise at the comment.
"What did you just say?"
"Check your cameras. Rewind to 5 minutes ago. Trust me, I'm nothing if not thorough."
I open up the security camera window, circling through and rewinding, trying to find Harley. I notice 2 large men grab her near the washrooms, skillfully pushing her through the sea of people to the exits. Zooming in, I recognize the men. They're some of our security.
"What the fuck? That's Willy and Jefferson! Marty, what's going on?" I scream, turning towards Marty. He's the one who recruited them and trained them on routines. Dario goes up to him, about to touch his arm, when suddenly Marty pulls out his baton, smacking Dario across the face. Genevieve screams, calling for help. Marty grips her face and pushes her into the wall, her body colliding with it. She falls over as Marty turns and grabs me. "Get your fucking hands off me!"
I try to wrestle from him, but Marty is a lot stronger. A whopping 226 pounds of muscle. It's part of the reason I hired him in the first place. The fact that I'm sitting doesn't help. I try to get up and yank my arm away, but he forces me down, his large hands gripping my shoulder hard. He hits me in the ribs with the baton. I gasp out, the pain shooting through me from the hit. He then smashes my face against my desk and laptop. The smack of my face against the glass desk bruises me, making my forehead hurt. Heaving breath, I put my hands on the desk and force myself up, stopping Marty from smacking me down again. I can hear my uncle screaming as the masked man laughs. "Don't rough her up too much… Make sure she's still lucid enough to get to the loading docks. Her girl won't last long in the airlock." he orders, before ending the call.
"Let her go!" Genevieve yells, wrapping herself around his arm, trying in vain to pull him off me. She's barely 5ft.3 and certainly no match for Marty. He looks at her, his face contorted in anger.
"Bitch, you don't fucking learn, huh?" Marty spits, then smacks her down, kicking her in the stomach for good measure. In the process, letting me go. I clutch my side from the pain, panting. Raising his nightstick to hit her with, Dario gets up and tackles Marty down. The baton goes flying, hitting the carpeted floor. Marty curses and tries to pull me down with them, but I grab the table leg to get leverage. The sleeve on my blazer tears as Dario wraps his arm around Marty's neck. Falling to the floor, both of my bodyguards roll all over it, trying to beat the other. Dario raises his own baton up, but Marty grabs it and headbutts him, wrestling the baton away. I yell for help, pressing the panic button on the bottom of my desk. Turning over, Dario and Marty throw fists, punching each other with all they have. Marty is on top, shoving his meaty hand into Dario's face. I grab my rolling chair and crack it against Marty's back, causing him to cuss out. The act gives Dario enough breathing room to switch their positions. Dario starts laying into Marty, punching him with heavy hands. Finally, a few more guards run in, pulling Dario off, his hand covered in blood. I tell them to grab Marty, and they wrap him in cuffs and drag him outside, his face bloody and bruised.
I help Genevieve up, Dario giving me a hand, blood running from the right corner of his lip. "Are you alright?" I ask them.
"I'm okay. I think." Genevieve answers. Dario nods silently.
"Dario, take Vieve to the doctor. I need to get Harley." Ripping the blazer off, I make for the door, but before I can Dario grabs my arm.
"Val, wait. You're injured. Let me go with you." he states.
"But you're not 100%-"
"Doesn't matter. It's my job to protect you and Harls, and right now, going to the loading docks alone isn't the best course of action." he bends down and grabs his baton, pulling it back on his belt. I stare at him in disbelief. "You're going to need backup."
I turn to Genevieve, who grabs my shoulder. "Go get your girl. Pants I'll be fine."
Sighing, I go into my desk, grabbing my letter opener. It's not much, but it still hurts. Dario unlocks a nearby locker, grabs a stun stick and puts it in his jacket. I head outside, telling the guards to help Vieve as Dario and I race to the elevator. Quickly pressing the button and checking the time, it reads 6:15. Dario wipes his mouth with a napkin from his pocket, but I can see his eye is swollen.
"Dario, your eye…"
"Nevermind. I'm more than capable of taking down anyone who threatens you. Marty's little pals aren't a problem." he answers gruffly. Stuffing the knife in my pants, he asks, "How are we going to do this?"
"I don't have the authority to unlock the resource crates and send them somewhere else. But I know someone who does." I answer.
"The governor?" I shake my head.
"I don't have the time to find him in these crowds. Stacy's the one. She's chief financial officer. She has a master's key. And she can cancel them and contact authorities once they go too far from the station." We've been work colleagues and friends since I met her over a year ago. I hate to do this to Stacy, but I need to keep Harley safe. If anything was to happen to he-
"Hey, Val. Stop. I can see the doubt in your eyes. Listen, I know you're scared. But we're going to get this done and get Harley back. Alright? We're getting her back." Turning to him, I nod silently, taking a deep breath. "Come on, boss. Let's go get her."
"Yeah. Let's go." The elevator doors open and we bolt through, checking the crowd for her. We search the dance floor and bar areas first, before spotting her next to Atari's representatives. Quickly going to her, she smiles at me.
"Hi Val. Where were you? Mr. Sondaval and his associates have been looking for you." she states, her eyes trained on me and her husband nodding graciously.
"Stacy, you mind if we talk outside? I need your help with something. It's urgent."
Her face instantly turns to worry. "Yeah, sure." Dario escorts us outside, where I show her the security footage on my phone. She gasps, her face going white as she whispers. "Oh my God, not Harley?"
"Yeah. They took her because of something my brother did back on Earth." Putting away my phone, I continue. "I'm so sorry about dragging you into this. But I need to give this guy what he wants. If I don't… I can't think of the alternative. I can't go to the cops, and I need your help. Will you help me? Please, I'm begging you." I explain, my voice hoarse and desperate. I can feel myself fidgeting, waiting for her response.
"Fuck." Stacy swears, rubbing her hands over her face. Blowing out a breath she's been holding, she responds. "Okay. For Harley and for you, I'll do it."
"God, thank you." I tell her. She places a hand on my back.
"We're going to get her back. And then we'll go from there. But how exactly are we going get the money to him? We're not exactly near Earth right now."
"Supposedly he has some men at the mining facility, waiting for me to deliver him the drop at the loading docks. They're going to pick it up from there."
"Listen ladies, we better get a move on but we got to think of a plan b." Dario cuts in. We both look at him. "Think about it. Once these guys get what they want, they'll probably try and get rid of us. We need a way to get Harley and get the hell out of there before they try something. They're not above kidnapping and extortion. And their boss has your uncle at gunpoint. I'm sure they'll try to kill us once they get the money."
"Good point." I admit, thinking for a moment. I have to play this game to get my girl, but there's still a risk for all of us going down there. Mulling over my options, an idea finally pops into my head. I don't know if it'll work, but it's only one I've got. "Okay. I think I have a plan."
"What're you thinking?" Dario asks.
"We're listening, Val." Stacy argues.
Turning to them, I start going over my plan. After a few moments, Stacy agrees it may be our best option. Dario seems a little apprehensive, but decides to follow my judgment. Walking towards the stairlifts, Stacy swipes her card, the doors opening swiftly. Stepping on, the automatic lifts start zooming us to the tunnels leading to the colony. God, Harley, please be alright.
Author's Note: Hey everybody. Hope you're all doing well amid this really hot August. A new chapter and pairing for you guys, inspired by some matches these 2 had. And we have another chapter with Harley, paired with another brunette. Was this an accident or by design? A bit of both. My work on Queens of Fire and Sheriff Dana took a bit of a slower turn, so I opted to work and complete this first. Don't worry, those are still in the works and I'm striving to have them complete soon, alongside Aftermath and a few other goodies. Stay tuned for that. I hope you enjoyed this newest addition to the Hearts of War catalogue. If you did, feel free to leave a review. It's always appreciated. Until next time, stay cool and enjoy your day!