Chapter 2

Womanizing out of the ring was more his style, he was well aware of the feminism tide that had overtaken the entire world, including the wrestling world. Be that as it may, Jon had spent a long, long time living in a world where his actions on his own time, his personal life, were under constant scrutiny and subject to being interrogated, if it reflected badly on the company. This time, he wasn't tying himself down anywhere, not long-term, and had absolutely no problem in telling someone to stick it.

"Triple H is a dipshit who thinks he can still be the 'guy' in the locker room, when reality is, his wife has his balls in her purse and tugs them whenever shedon'tlike what he's doing." Such as NXT starting to whip RAW's backside in the ratings.

Sami and Delilah chuckled at that, wholeheartedly agreeing with him. "Man, it's SO good having you back. The REAL you, not that watered down Ambrose façade they had you doing." Sami could tell Jon hadn't been happy in a long, long time while in WWE. Hell, he didn't even know if the man was EVER happy, maybe at the very beginning and his time with the Shield. Maybe. Then again, maybe not. "I know I wished you well and told you to go make some fucking money, which I know you did, but…man, I'm glad you finally broke out of that prison and came back where you belong." Sami had been the first one to congratulate him in his final match against Austin Aries, sending Moxley off the way he deserved, like the legend he was and had become. "So, what are your plans now? Wanna join the oVe or gonna fly solo for a while?"

"Sami…" Delilah's voice held warning, shaking her head. "You have no shame, do you?"

"Nope."

"You're impossible."

"Tell me you don't want him in the group."

"I didn't say that." Delilah refused to meet Jon's eyes. "He was already part of a group in WWE, do you really think he wants to do that all over again in the Indies or Impact, for that matter?"

That was a good, valid point and Sami hated her for it.

"Off my balls, man, I got things going on." Jon shrugged, smirking when Sami gave him an exasperated look. "You should listen to your sister. She's not only the beauty, but the brains too."

He HAD just gotten out of a group and, right now, he wasn't diving right back into another one. Well, not today. Maybe tomorrow. Jon was enjoying his official freedom a bit too much to cement to anything, including the oVe thing. Delilah wasn't even looking at him, well, not his face anyway.

He, however, was drinking her in. "And from the looks of those legs, the brawn too." Sculpted, beautiful legs and he had noticed the weight amount she had been using.

"Aaaaaaand on THAT note, I'm going to take a shower." She kissed her brother's cheek, giggling at his groan and popped him upside the head. "Don't bug him about oVe." Her eyes finally met Jon's and Delilah gave him a tentative, warm smile. "Welcome back, Mox." That was what everyone called him, herself included, when they first began running the streets together at 16 or 17 years old. "Play nice, you two." Walking past Jon, her cheeks were somewhat infused with red at his compliment about her legs. It was leg day; tomorrow would be arms and she'd be pumping iron just like the rest of the wrestlers.

Women took care of their bodies as much as the men in this sport nowadays.

As soon as she was out of sight, Sami dropped his veneer and smacked Jon right upside the head. "Don't. Eye. My. Sister. Whore." Each word got accented with a pop to the head.

Jon had thoroughly earned that one slap and five pops because, as soon as Delilah had walked away, he had done the classic head tilt to watch her leave. "Hey, it is almost like I literally just got out of prison." Jon was laughing as he rubbed the back of his head.

"No. Just no." Sami ordered, refusing to let his sister be another notch on Jon's belt. "Leave my sister alone. There are plenty of crazy bitches out there for you to sink your teeth into, man. Not her." He didn't look it, but Sami was protective of his sister, even though she was a tad older than him, by a year. "Now that we got THAT situated, you could've called me back or texted, so why are you here in person?" All the way back to Cincinnati, Ohio, of all places, considering this man was a resident of Las Vegas, Nevada these days.

Jon wouldn't have flown all the way here unless it was for a specific reason.

Actually, he would and did. He was enjoying being able to do what he wanted, when he wanted, and he even had some money to do it with. Jon wasn't out gambling or blowing it on stupid, insane junk, but he had caught a flight to home sweet hell just to return the 'bugging' favor.

"Coming to see you, since you have sent me…" He pulled his cell phone out of his shorts, eyeballing the messages. "Over a dozen."

"Smartass." Sami muttered, no malice in his tone and shook his head, looking at his own phone to see if he had sent him that many. Sure the hell did! Maybe Delilah had a point. "Well, you need to learn to return messages and phone calls, dick. I know you don't do social media, but I also know you KNOW how to use a damn cell phone." The man had an iPhone in his hand at the moment, for Christ sakes. "Let me shower and then we'll go out and catch up, have a few beers." It'd been a long time since Sami had a beer with one of his best friends and he wondered if Moxley was still into the drinking business.

"Sure, I'll even buy."

Jon had been a notorious cheapskate back in the day, hoarding all his money and he was NOW embarrassed a bit by that behavior. Growing up poor and being in a business that left a person sometimes even poorer…yeah, habits like that developed. It had taken him a good while and some financial security to start recognizing and then breaking them.

"Don't push it, Callihan." He snorted when Sami actually gave him a surprised look.

Sami would likely be out after Delilah; he wondered if the silver haired beauty wanted to join them. Whore…he wasn't a whore! He wouldn't charge her for a roll in the hay with him!

When Delilah stepped out of the shower room, 20 minutes later, Sami was nowhere to be found, but Jon was. She figured her brother was showering after his workout and shouldered her bag, wearing blue jeans with a black and red tank top. It was in the upper-60s, so warm enough to wear a tank top, but not shorts or capris yet. Her hair was braided over her shoulder, since it was long and went to her waist, but the warmer it got, the more she put it up and back to where it wasn't going everywhere. She guessed Sami and Jon were going out on the town, probably to Madonna's Bar.

That was where they all frequented when in Cincinnati.

"Sami in the shower still?"

"Probably, no doubt using a whole bottle of Axe." Out of spite, for being called an idiot frat boy or however Jon had worded it. "So doll, we're going to go grab a few beers and you should come." He reached out to lift her braid, grinning when she raised a brow at him. "Just wanted to know how heavy it is when it's not dry." Long, silver waist length hair. She was high maintenance, or at least her hair was. "What do you say, Del?"

It wasn't as thick as he thought, she had somewhat thin hair, but it wasn't SUPER thin either. There was a balance between thin and thick – and yes, she did spend quite a bit of money on her hair. That was fine – it was her look for the ring and sometimes, one had to invest in their look in order to make it big in the wrestling industry. Delilah wanted to stand out instead of fitting in everywhere; she wanted people talking about her and paying attention to her.

"Hands off, Moxley. Nobody touches the hair." She swiped his hand away from her hair and took a step back to put more space between them. That damn intimidation factor was still there, even after all these years, and it seemed Jon was MORE intense than ever. For good reasons. "Where are you guys going? Don't you want some alone time with your prom date?" That made her smirk, remembering what he called Sami earlier and the gold flecks in her eyes glittered amusedly.

For someone who couldn't exactly meet his eyes, she sure was a cocky little thing. "Nah doll, I'm going to make you my prom date. Think they have those for people our age? Corsages still a thing?"

Had he done prom? No, no Jon hadn't, he had totally bailed on the school thing to pursue wrestling. Not that he was complaining, he wouldn't have missed out on anything he had experienced since becoming a wrestler.

"Madonna's to answer your question and, given how clingy he is already, I need you to play my buffer."

"Since when does Jon Moxley need a buffer of any sort? And I'll pass on the prom date thing, never was a fan of that shit anyway." Madonna's Bar, just as she suspected. Some things truly never changed, and Delilah wasn't sure if she wanted to spend time with her brother and Jon. "He's only clingy because you're back, you're out of that prison and you're free to do whatever you want. It's the whole oVe thing he's got going on. You can't blame him for being excited and happy. You know how Sami is, he's a visionary and always has been. He'll settle down and not cling to you so much soon enough." Jon did not need another group; he needed to stand on his own two feet and prove to everyone he wasn't a washed-up ex-WWE wrestler that threw a baby fit and left.

He needed to succeed on his own.

This was a huge step for him to take, to revert back to Jon Moxley from Dean Ambrose.

"Mmm, sure, oVe is great, but not for me."

Jon had paid attention to the whole Impact thing; he had kept up on the Indies and everything else. But right now, he had no desire to be associated with another group. Any group he associated himself with, he would have people bringing in Shield comparisons, no thanks. He went back to the first thing she had said, a wicked smile curving his lips as he stepped closer to her.

"Del, you wouldn't make a good wingman, so it'll have to be a buffer." At her raised brow, Jon began laughing softly. Wingmen helped a man get laid, people weren't supposed to hit on wingmen, but buffers were okay to hit on, however.

Damn it, her heart was thundering in her chest again and she really hoped he couldn't hear it, her eyes locked with his. "I don't think you need a wingman either."

How he could have trouble in THAT department was beyond her! The man dripped sexuality, especially with that video montage he displayed for the entire world to see. Delilah would BANK he'd have women left and right throwing themselves at him in no time.

"If you insist, I go, I…guess I could be your buffer against Sami for a while. If you two wanna hang out and have 'bro' time, just tell me and I'll skedaddle."

"Yeah no, save me." He joked, shaking his head.

Jon loved Sami like a brother, but since he had come 'back on the market', those text messages had been insane. Like, that friend a person hadn't seen in forever, so they overdid it with the enthusiasm. He knew Sami didn't mean anything by it, didn't mean to be…whatever was going on, and that it would pass, probably sooner rather than later.

"Speak of the devil…about time, man."

"Yeah, yeah, I had to clean up a bit." Sami had a towel draped around his neck and saw the amusement clear as day in his sister's eyes. There was also something else there he couldn't quite put his finger on. "Ready to go, man? Madonna's Bar will be slammed tonight, so we should get there before all the good seats are taken." He turned to look at Delilah. "You gonna join us or head on home, Del?"

"I'm going. I'm not staying too long though and remember, we have a flight tomorrow to head to the Impact taping." Delilah reminded him, making it clear to her brother NOT to get completely obliterated or else he'd be hurting in the morning. "Shall we then? I'm starving."

She walked ahead of them out of the gym with Sami and Jon following, the sun shining in the sky lighting up her hair. She loved Game of Thrones and her inspired look was from the character Daenerys Targaryen on the show. Her hair anyway, the eyes she couldn't do anything about unless she wore contacts and Delilah flat out refused to do that. Too many other wrestlers, both men and women, went that route.

"Yeah Sami, don't get fucked up, you got work in the AM." Jon singsonged, walking behind her with his buddy and began snickering when Sami elbowed him.

"Fuck off, man, I do what I want. I've never missed a flight."

No matter how hungover he was. Nothing like his ball-busting sister mother-henning him, some things were never going to change. Like him ignoring her, for example, that was just good old-fashioned sibling jackassery.

Sami knew he'd be up shit's creek without a paddle without his mother-henning sister by his side. She took care of all his bookings, made sure their hotels were set up – she wasn't just a wrestler, she was also oVe's personal assistant too. Nothing TOO personal, professional only. She had clocked the Crist brothers in the face one time for asking her to grab condoms for them at the store. They NEVER made that mistake again because she ended up cracking their cheekbones with those punches. Delilah was sweet as honey…until she got pissed off and then all bets were off. It took a lot to spike her temper, however. One had to have a thick skin in this business to make it.

"You'd be fucked without me around and you know it, Samuel." She giggled when he groaned out about not using his full name and rolled her eyes, hearing Jon laughing. "Laugh it up, Jonathan."

Now Sami was laughing at the look on his friend's face.