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I always thought Don Callis was hard on me and Doyle. Or the whole Don Callis family. Until I heard him chewing out his daughter. Y/N. The woman that I have been dating for a few months now since I joined the family. Don doesn't know that me and Y/N have been together at all. He wants her to be dating Kyle Fletcher. She doesn't even like Kyle. I stand around the corner watching and listening to Don chewing out Y/N while Kyle stands at her side with his hand on her shoulder.
"Y/N. I told you what you were supposed to do! Why did you do the opposite? You are supposed to be out there helping Kyle keep his championship. You just stood there and watched him lose!"
"Y/N baby. You gotta help me keep this championship. It means everything to me and to the family. I don't understand why you didn't help."
"Kyle. One, stop calling me baby. I don't like you. Second, it was good that you lost that match because it gives you more motivation towards your title defense this weekend."
Kyle shakes his head while Don stares daggers through her. I take a deep breath and walk over to them ready to speak the truth.
I cross my arms and move away from Kyle causing him to remove his hand from my shoulder. My dad Don Callis is just staring daggers at me. He wants me to be dating Kyle Fletcher. He says he is the best guy for me. Little does he know, I already have the best guy for me and I couldn't be happier. I hear footsteps walking towards us when I turn my head seeing Mark Davis walking towards us. He steps in-between me and Kyle, close to me and puts his arm around my neck. I look at him than at my dad.
"Don. I'm tired of you treating Y/N so poorly. She is your daughter and she is trying everything she can to make sure the family looks strong. She is doing a hell of a job. You need to give her some credit."
Don looks at me then at Mark with shock on his face. Kyle tries to push Mark off of me when Mark grabs his shirt in his fist and gets close to his face.
"And if you ever call her baby again, I will hurt you."
Mark lets go of his shirt and pushes him back. Don gets in-between them and looks at me.
"What is going on here Y/N?"
"Like I've been saying for weeks now, I don't like Kyle. I have someone else."
I smile and turn my head looking at Mark. He smiles back at me and kisses me lightly. I kiss him back then look at my dad and Kyle who have pure shock on their face. Kyle huffs then walks away stomping his feet.
"Y/N. Why didnt you tell me you were with Mark?"
"I didn't know how you would react to it Dad. But I am very happy and very well taken care of."
"Y/N. Honey.....im actually not mad. As long as Mark is taking care of you and protecting you, that's all I care about. That's all I have wanted for you. I'm sorry I tried to push Kyle on you. I just want what is best for you."
"I know Dad. Trust me tho, Mark is what is best for me."
He gives me a hug and kisses my forehead before heading off to go find Kyle and calm him down. I turn to Mark as he grabs my face and kisses me hard, making all my nerves go away.... 😁
Summary: Swerve Strickland x Reader - Vampire! Swerve being stubborn that he doesn't want to drink Reader's blood, but she ends up convincing him? Or anything with Vampire!Swerve
The dungeon was dark except for a torch just out of reach of the iron cell. Shackles hung from the cell's walls. The smell of mold and decay hung in the air.
You weren't sure how long you have been held prisoner inside of Hangman Adam Page's dungeon. When you woke up, you were sitting on the floor. Your back was against the wall. Swerve stood a few feet ahead of you. His fists balled up as if he were ready for a fight. Although something about him seemed off.
"Swerve, are you okay?"
Before he could answer, he tensed. Heavy cowboy boots echoed down the hallway. Hangman Adam Page stopped at the cell. The torch in his hands shined on his face. He had a sinister look to him.
"Well, well, well," he chuckled. "If it isn't my favorite couple. Comfortable?"
Swerve didn't take his eyes off of him. "This is between you and me. Let her go."
Adam chuckled at the preposterous notion. "I wonder if I will be saying that to you when you feed off of her."
"I would never-"
"Hunger does a lot to a vampire. I've seen it myself. Good men turned into dangerous monsters. They will kill anyone. Men, women, children," Adam paused and looked at you. "Even their loved ones."
"Swerve would never kill me."
"Now that is a theory I am more than willing to test out. Swerve hasn't eaten, and you two have been in this cell for a while," Adam spoke. He reached in his back pocket. A rag with human blood on it appeared. Swerve immediately blocked his nose. The cowboy threw the rag inside the cell. "Looks like your little boyfriend is already hungry."
Swerve took several steps back away from the rag. Adam moved like he was going to enter the cell. The key to the door in his hands.
"If you touch her, I will make sure no one can identify your body."
Adam smiled. "I don't have to do anything to her. I can see it in your eyes. The cell feels like it's closing in on you, doesn't it? Her heart is starting to beat just a little louder. Hunger is settling in. You are going to tear her apart before I do."
You stared between the two men. Adam took a step away before pausing. "Please do keep it clean in there. Blood and organ stains are hard to get rid of."
The cell was dark and silent once more. Swerve cursed. He ran his hands over his hair. The vampire moved to the other side of the cell. He stared at the floor. His breathing became ragged with each passing second.
"Just stay over there," he whispered harshly. "We are going to get out of here. I... I promise."
You didn't listen to him. Slow steps carried you towards him.
"Swerve-"
"Don't come near me," he snapped. "He was right. I am a monster. I can hear your heartbeat. The blood calls for me. I can practically taste it."
"Adam is wrong about you. You aren't a monster."
"If you come any closer, you will learn that isn't true."
You stopped a foot away from him. "I am not afraid of you. I know you would never hurt me."
"You don't know what I am truly capable of."
"I may not know everything about you, but I know you will never hurt me. You are fighting it now."
Swerve looked at you sadly. He never wanted you to see him like this.
"I can't believe he would use you against me," he said. "His own flesh and blood."
"His hatred for vampires runs deep. He may have been taught about vampires, but he doesn't know you."
"I don't know what to do," Swerve confessed. His hunger hadn't been this bad since he was first turned all those years ago.
"Feed off of me."
"What?" He asked. His head snapped up to look at you. "No! What if I don't stop?"
"Feed off of me," you repeated. You stood in front of him. "I will say your name when it's too much."
He whispered your name.
"I trust you, Swerve."
Swerve nodded. "Just say my name, and I will stop. I swear it."
Swerve placed his hands on your hips. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. His face leaned into your neck. A soft kiss was planted on your neck. You winced when his teeth pierced your neck. Your hands gripped his black shirt.
"Swerve."
He pulled away immediately. His eyes were blown out. Blood ran down the corners of his mouth. His thumb ran over the blood that ran down the bite marks. "I'm so sorry."
You grabbed his hand at your neck. "You stopped."
Swerve placed his forehead against yours. "Thank you for trusting me."
You hadn't thought much of the little town when you first called it home. All you wanted was a place away from the city. No one knew you here. There were no harsh whispers about your divorce, no slamming doors. No one here would tell you that you were too much or worthless. Attorneys wouldn't be after you with emails and phone calls. All you wanted was your freedom.
That is how you met Chris. He was a loner in a cabin not far from you. The first meeting happened on accident. You were hiking a trail when you ran into each other. He didn't talk much, but something told you this wouldn't be your last meeting. You didn't expect he would want to see you more, too.
He helped you carry firewood inside your cabin during the colder days. On days you were sick, a brown bag filled with your favorite soup was left on the porch.
Your neighbor peeled every guard you had up just like you did to him. When he turned from a full moon, he distanced himself from you. He couldn't allow himself to let you see him like this. Chris couldn't forgive himself if he ever hurt you. You didn't take no for an answer. You were with him that night as he transformed. No one had ever offered to be with him before.
You saw Chris almost every day now. Nights were spent around a campfire or sitting on a bench swing on your front porch, drinking your favorite drink. Plans were made to hike the woods together. This was why he panicked one day when you didn't show up to the trail.
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A car that certainly looked like it didn't belong there pulled up to the front of your house. The car was too new and too clean to be there. You watched from your kitchen window as the driver stepped out of the vehicle. Your heart sank when you saw your ex-husband.
The last few months of your life with him played like a horror film. All the fighting and name calling. The doors slammed hard enough to break picture frames. Broken promises to change played over the scene. You took a shaky breath. He couldn't hurt you here.
He was dressed in a suit. Hands that used to frighten you adjusted his jacket. Your little piece of Heaven was scrutinized by the rich man. Your ex swatted away at the mosquitos as he stomped to your front door.
You opened the front door. "How did you find me?"
"Wow," he scoffed. "Now, is that any way to talk to me?"
"What are you doing here?"
"My lawyers have had a hard time getting into contact with you. I figured you owed me an explanation on why you are dragging this out."
"I don't owe you one damn thing," you snapped at him.
You moved to close the door in his face, but he was faster. Your ex-husband balled his fist and punched the door. He pressed his fist against it so you couldn't close it.
You try to overpower him. Your body pressed against the door. "Take your hand off my door!"
In the chaos, neither of you registers Chris walking behind your ex until he appears on the front porch steps. His light eyes locked in on your ex. "Get away from her."
Your ex turns to look at Chris. Fresh scratch lines from a recent transformation scar his handsome face. He wore a flannel and a pair of jeans and boots. You already knew your ex was judging him. Your ex laughed. "You dating Bear Grylls now or something?"
Chris huffed. He eyed the fist on the door. The fist that was a little too close to you. To his delight, you didn't appear hurt.
"You are trespassing and making her uncomfortable. Leave."
Your ex rolled his eyes. "I am having a conversation with my wife. This doesn't concern you. Why don't you run along and talk to some squirrels or something?"
"Ex," you corrected him.
Chris takes a step up your front porch stairs.
"You don't get to call her that ever again. You will never raise your voice at her again."
Your ex swears something inside of Chris is changing. It's almost like Chris is growling at him. His eye color changes. Parts of his body appear to change, too. "What... what are you?"
"Leave now. I can promise you that you don't want to find out."
Your ex lowers his hand from your door. He watches in fear as he realizes the only way out is to pass Chris on the steps. The visitor gathers what little courage he has and presses himself against the rail on the opposite of Chris. His eyes never leave your savior.
The scared man hurls an insult at Chris. He swears this isn't over between them. When Chris turns around, your ex starts his car and speeds away.
You breathe a sigh of relief. The tension around the cabin immediately lifted with his absence. The werewolf before you is fighting the urge to go after your ex.
"Chris?" You asked. "He's gone. I'm safe."
Your words hit him like a ton of bricks. He climbs the rest of the stairs. His arms wrap around you in a hug. You press your head against his chest. The sound of his beating heart slowly starts to beat slower.
"I should have been here sooner. I saw the car while I waited for you. I thought they were just passing through on the highway. I should have known."
You fisted his flannel shirt. Your head moved to look up at him. His light eyes are already staring down at you. "You protected me. No one had ever done that before."
You don't give him a chance to argue. Your lips press against his in a sweet and gentle kiss.
General Masterlist | AEW Masterlist | Daniel Garcia Masterlist
Characters: Daniel Garcia, Reader
Prompt: Day Three: Love at first sight by @fluffuary
Plot: Reader is new to AEW, working backstage, the first time she bumps into Daniel Garcia she immediately falls in love. Same goes for Daniel.
The first day backstage is already hectic for Y/N. After getting introduced briefly to all her coworkers, she runs around doing some errands from bringing things to the wrestlers, to helping set up some equipment for the interviews.
Y/N walks around a corner, looking at her check list, so focused that she doesn't realise someone is walking towards her. They end up bumping into each other and she falls backwards on her butt, whining for a second at the pain.
"Ah, I'm sorry, let me help... You..." Daniel looks down and holds a hand out to her. She looks stunning and he blushes for a moment.
"I-I am at fault here, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." Y/N takes his hand, finally looking up at the wrestler in front of her. It feels like a lightning strikes her, as she stands up.
"I am Daniel Garcia, you are the new worker, right?" He asks without stopping to look at her, curious to know more about her. Is that how love at first sight feels like?
"Ah... Yes, I am Y/N. It's nice to meet you." She blushes even harder the moment she realises she is still holding his hand.
"Do you want to go out with me after the show?" Daniel really wants to get to know her more, it is strange.
"I-I..." She takes a deep breath, nodding. "Yes, I would love to!"
Danny takes her notepad and pen, writing something on it. "This is my phone number, I have to go now, but we can meet at catering right after the show."
"Ah, yes, of course! T-thanks and good luck with your match." She smiles at him and watches as he walks away. Her heart beats fast in her chest, she looks another time at his number, smiling and goes on with her work.
The drive to his house is a blur. Your GPS reads off the directions to get to his house the fastest. The street lights so far had stayed green longer than normal. It felt like fate was pushing you towards him, no matter how wrong it was. This is what the Bible talked about when Eve was tempted.
The last light to turn down his street was red. You couldn't help but stare at the top light. Your hands rubbed nervously against the steering wheel. This had to be a sign to go back to your apartment. The last light to stop you from possibly ruining your future. When it turns green, you turn towards his house anyway.
Alex opens the door once you knock. He is only wearing a pair of grey pants that sit low on his hips. His hair is wet. A few strands of his dark hair cover his face. Your mind goes blank.
"You came," he spoke in shock. Despite you being before him, he still can't believe that you came over.
You nodded, too afraid to speak. The reality that something, anything, was going to happen tonight weighed on you.
Alex steps aside to allow you in. His home is warm and inviting. Different bookshelves filled with novels and comics line the walls. The smell of coffee fills the air. He always did say he didn't get a lot of sleep.
"You should know," he started and leaned against the wall. "The more you walk in here, the more that something is going to happen."
"What if I want it to happen?"
"You shouldn't," he answered. His brown eyes watch as you walk closer to him. He let's out a shaky breath.
Your fingers run down his chest and stomach. He looks down as your fingers stop at the top of his grey pants. Your hands press against his stomach. They slowly dragged along to his sides. Your thumbs rubbed against his V-lines.
You drop to your knees slowly. Your hands remain where they are on his body. Alex balls his hands at his sides. His nails cut into the palms of his hands. The war to pull you closer or push you away rages inside of him. He does neither.
"Look at me," he whispered roughly.
You sit on your knees and look up. His breathing quickens slightly. Without averting your gaze, you lean in. A soft, slow kiss left on his abdomen.
Alex exhales roughly. He licked his lips and gulped. His head leans back as he closes his eyes. A few seconds tick away before he watches you again. Turned on by his reaction to a simple kiss, you decided to give him another.
"You have no idea what you've done to me."
He relaxs his right hand. His fingers brush your cheek. This wasn't a dream. You were really here in his home.
"This is still your choice. All of this could stop if you want this to."
You stood up. A soft kiss planted on his chest. "I don't want this to stop."
The temptation was going to win no matter how hard you both tried to stop it.
General Masterlist | AEW Masterlist | Wardlow Masterlist
Characters: Wardlow, Reader
Prompt: Day Two: Huddling for warmth
Plot: Reader comes back home after grocery shopping, cold because the temperatures outside are really low. She huddles to Wardlow and their puppies to find some warmth.
A/N: I remembered seeing this cute photo on his Instagram and it felt lovely for this prompt. @madhatterbri
The walk from the car to the house door is slow, Y/N pants as she brings four heavy bags of groceries, her hands freezing due to the cold. Wardlow is at home, but since he is injured, she always makes sure not to have him do things that could worsen his problem.
He is always so sweet and caring, always ready to help, that Y/N feels bad when she has to rely too much on him. This way around it is the opposite and it makes her feel good. She sighs happily when she enters the warmth of their house, smiling as one of their new Golden Retriever puppies trots to her, waggling his tail.
"I am home!" She brings the groceries in the kitchen and the pup follows her.
"Welcome back, dear. I am in the living room, kidnapped by three puppies." Wardlow's voice is deep and Y/N can't hold back a laugh.
"Soon you'll get grounded by myself too." Y/N quickly puts everything away, before reaching her boyfriend. "Daddy is my boyfriend, not yours, puppies." She pouts when she notices that they are taking all the space on his broad chest.
"Are you jealous of three puppies?" Wardlow laughs and opens his arms, so that she can lay down next to him and huddle to him for warmth.
"In this case yes." She hums happily and obliges to what he is inviting her to do. "It is so cold outside." Making sure that she feels it, she caresses his arm.
"Now we are here all together, take the cover on the couch and then we can just lay here like this." He kisses her forehead, smiling.
"Mh..."
Y/N stretches her arms and takes the cover, putting it carefully over them all, purring then against his chest. Having him home because of the injury isn't so bad after all, even when she can see how much he misses being in the ring. She would lie if she was to say that she doesn't enjoy having him there with her for so long, but she knows the feeling too well of needing to go back to work, to do what they love the most.
"Tonight we'll have pizza for dinner." She tells him sleepily, his warmth and his heartbeat slowly lulling her to sleep.
"Don't overdue yourself, dear. Let's take a nap and then we can think about dinner."
Hello and welcome to the first year of Fluffuary! This is a prompt based event open to all fandoms! Created by two authors who couldn't find a fluff event for January so decided to make their own.
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General Masterlist | WWE Masterlist | Chris Sabin Masterlist
Characters: Chris Sabin, Reader
Prompt: Day One: Gift giving from @fluffuary
Plot: Y/N has gone back to Europe - where her parents live - for Christmas and comes back to the States January 1. Her and Chris finally exchange gifts.
A/N: Will try to write for this challenge. Let's see how much I can actually write. Lol. AO3 link
@madhatterbri
As Y/N finally sets a foot out of the plane, she takes in the American air. That place feels like her forever home, especially now that she has a boyfriend. Sure, they both are always on the road, her following Chris around the States for his matches, since she works at WWE as a doctor.
While her boyfriend hadn't been able to get some days off for Christmas until New Year, so she has spent them in Berlin, the city where she was born and has lived into until she was 18 years old.
Y/N takes a taxi to their home in Detroit, sure that Chris is still sleeping after celebrating the New Year with Alex and some other colleagues. Oh, she would have loved to be there as well, but it had been cool to celebrate on the plane. Nothing too fancy, to be honest, but she could now celebrate it with Chris. She smiles and pays the driver once they get to her house, taking the suitcase off the trunk and getting to the porch of their little cozy house.
When she opens the door, she takes the suitcase in the living room and takes some presents out of it, setting them under the Christmas tree they had put up before her trip. Quietly, she goes upstairs and smiles from the door, at seeing Chris still sleeping in their bed. Noone knows that she is back, her boyfriend thinks she should be back in two days, but she has decided to surprise him.
Crawling on the bed she reaches him and kisses him repeatedly on the face, looking at how realization hits Chris's sleepy face when he finally opens his eyes.
"Babe?" The Detroit born thinks he is still dreaming, but everything feels too real. "Weren't you supposed to be here in two days?" He is happy to see her though.
"I wanted to surprise you. Not even Alex knew it, I came here with a taxi." Her kisses finally land on his sweet lips. "I missed you so much, my dear."
"I was missing you as well, yesterday's party was boring without you." Chris pouts and Y/N can't help but laugh at those words.
"I hope Alex was able to make it worth. But here I am now, at your mercè and there are gifts waiting for you under the Christmas tree." She stands up from bed and holds her hand out for him to take.
"You shouldn't have, babe."
Chris takes her hand and they finally go downstairs, where they open the gifts together, while drinking some champagne. Hats, a cardigan and some things for his bike, while for her a new phone, tickets for her favourite music band and an engagement ring.
"My mom crocheted the hat, she was so proud. Happy new year, my dear." She chuckles, leaning her head on his shoulder.
"Ah, I really like it. We should videocall them later, so I can say thank you and wish them a happy new year." Y/N being there is already a blessing for him.
"Let's take some moments for ourselves and then we'll call them. Gotta bask into my new official role, since we are now engaged."
I am reading a book about werewolves (and possibly vampires, they were mentioned at least), and now I want to write a fic about werewolves and vampires...
General Masterlist | AEW Masterlist | Jay White Masterlist
Characters: Jay White, Reader, Reader's daughter
Plot: Reader and her daughter don't expect Jay to show up for Christmas since he can't drive, but he still shows up.
A/N: After not writing for a long time, I am finally back with a fan fiction. It's not Christmas anymore, but I was too busy yesterday. @madhatterbri
"Daddy not coming today, mommy?" Leonie asks as her and Reader are eating breakfast. Under the Christmas tree there is a handful of presents, with one huge box containing a puppy.
"Do you remember that he got injured and had to get a hand operated, little Peach?" Reader asks her carefully, smiling at her. "He can't drive because of it, but we can c-"
Reader is so confused when she hears a car stopping outside and with a quick glance over at the window she notices Jay getting out of it. She gasps with a huge smile on her lips, chuckling when her little daughter runs towards the door.
The little girl gets on her tiptoes and opens it, running to Jay, whom gets her easily in his arms, careful with his hand.
"Daddy! You are here!" She throws her hands around his neck, laughing happily.
"I couldn't miss our first Christmas together, little one." Jay kisses her on the forehead, walking toward the door, where Reader is waiting.
"If you told me you were planning to come here, I would have come pick you up." She scolds him, letting him get in the house.
"I am doing better with my hand. Plus I couldn't let my two ladies alone on Christmas Day, could I?" He gets near Y/N and kisses her gently. "There are some presents in the trunk of my car, would you mind getting them?"
"Still... You better rest it afterwards, put some ice on it. Sure, I'll go get them."
When she gets back inside, Jay and her daughter are sitting on the floor, playing something together.
They finally open the gifts after lunch, with Leonie totally happy about the little husky and all the things for it. Jay got some games and dresses for the little girl, while for his boyfriend a gold necklace and armband.
"Mommy! Snow!" Leonie's screech breaks the silence and Y/N laughs, looking at Jay.
"It looks like you'll have to stay here with us more, Jay." She is so happy about that.
"I'll stay forever, if you both will let me, of course." He embraces both of them in a hug.
"Are you asking me to move in together, mister Jay White?" Y/N blushes heavily.
"Maybe...? Will make it official, but yes, I'm asking you to come live with me. All three, or better four of us, under the same roof, plus we get to travel together all the time and take care of each other." Jay smiles fondly at the ladies.
"Yes! All together! Please mommy!" Leonie is totally excited about it.
"Why are you both looking at me with Bambi eyes? I can't resist them." Y/N sighs and laughs, shaking her head. "I would love to, Jay. I love you so much, it's really a great idea. You have won my daughter's heart very quickly and both of us need someone like you in our life."
Summary: So I’ve had this idea kicking around my head for a bit. Whether this would be straight up mafia au or normal wrestling canon is up to you. Basically, Mox’s younger sister falls in love with Will Ospreay, which Mox isn’t happy with but he tolerates it for her sake. But, one day, the Don Callis family captures her so they have to team up to save her, along with the other Death Riders on Mox’s side and maybe Swerve and others on Will’s side. And maybe Will earns Mox’s respect through this. Thanx for considering this and hope your day is going well!
Jon Moxley wasn’t a man known for making long, fancy speeches. In fact, some outside of his friends and family didn’t know he could speak at all. He never wanted to be known for his linguistic skills. Words could be misconstrued and twisted to make a man look weak. That wasn’t going to be a part of his legacy. There was something he liked to be known for a lot more instead.
In the bustling streets of the growing city of Cincinnati, he was known for his fast fists and even quicker temper. These traits helped him develop one of the strongest mafia families the Midwest had ever seen. Men fleeing from different parts of the world and the United States managed to make their way to his hometown. Jon studied them, saw which of them could make the cut in his family. He made haste in teaching them the true boss. No man had ever been spared.
An obnoxiously loud laughter pulled him away from his thoughts. A night out with the gents, he enjoyed taking the night off from business in his own bar. He sat in the booth with Claudio, Pac, and Wheeler. His light eyes shot up to a man with dirty blonde locks.
No man had ever been spared except him.
Will Oapreay stood across from Jon’s younger sister with a huge smile on his face. A glass filled with liquor clung in his hand. A black suit covered his muscular frame. He enjoyed the finer things in life. Unfortunately for Jon, one of those finer things he enjoyed happened to be his younger sister.
“I will pick you up tonight, love,” Will assured her and grabbed her hand. His thumb rubbed over her ring finger. The sickening thought that this man would one day ask Jon for her hand in marriage made him grip his glass harder. The Englishman took one final swig of his drink and placed the glass down on the bar. The Englishman kissed his girlfriend before placing his cabbie hat on his head. He bid her one last farewell.
Will walked across the wooden floor with confidence. No one messed with him since he was with Jon Moxley’s sister. The younger man stopped. Jon watched as Will turned to look at him. With a wide grin, he tipped his hat and continued to walk out of the bar.
“I am going to kill him,” Jon muttered.
Will tapped his thumbs against the steering wheel as he waited for you to come out. The lightning lit up the dark, quiet Cincinnati streets. He peered at time on his pocket watch. You were supposed to be out a while ago. This was unlike you to be so late. The bar wasn’t particularly busy that night. After waiting a few more minutes, he decided to check on you.
The closer he walked to the front door; alarms sounded in his head that something was wrong. He immediately noticed that the front door wasn’t closed. You would always lock the door after the last customer. He pushed the door open and stopped. Glass shards littered the floor. Barstools laid broken, tables overturned, and the worst part was no sign of you.
Will called your name as he ran around the bar. Your purse and other things laid in their usual spot. He rushed outside to the pouring rain and looked down at the alleyway. A black Ford Model T was at the end. Two men stood outside of the car on lookout. A man was dragging a woman towards the car. The woman was putting up a fight, but the much bigger man easily overpowered her. His large hand covered her mouth to keep her quiet. His heart sank when he recognized the woman. You.
“Stop!” He yelled loudly.
“Ah, Will,” an older bald man announced as he looked out the window. “I didn’t remember if she was your gal or not. Come on, Wardlow, we don’t have all day.”
Will started to jog towards the car. His eyes only saw red as he couldn’t believe this man was stealing one of the most important women in Cincinnati. The most important woman to him. Wardlow picked up the pace. He dragged you into the backseat. The other two men slid inside of the backseat. The bigger man slid in the driver seat and started the car. When Will made it to the car, he slammed his hands on the car as it drove off. You looked at him with fear. He called your name.
The heartbroken man walked inside the bar. His heart pounded in his chest as he paced. Tears poured down his cheeks as he gripped his hair. The scared look on your face would be forever sketched in his mind. He walked to Jon’s office and stared at the phone on the desk. There was no way he could take the Don Callis family out and rescue you without help. He made a call to Swerve and Hangman Adam Page. Two blokes with a checkered past that managed to make up. He waited until they were there before taking a deep breath. He picked up the phone and clicked on the numbers. After a few rings, he heard Jon’s voice.
“What is it, sister?” His voice asked. Will had woken him up from a sleep.
“Hey, bruv.”
“Why are you calling me so late? Where is my sister?”
“We got a situation, mate.”
A couple of cars parked in front of a house out in the city. One driven by Will, the other by Claudio, and the other driven by Jon Moxley. The most feared leader was covered in blood and angry. Not only did he have to save his little sister after she was kidnapped, but he had also worked with a man that loved his sister. Both men stood before each other. Their chests heaving as they both stared at you. You sat in the back of a car. One of Jon’s men were attending your wounds. The silence between both men was awkward until Jon spoke.
“Thank you.”
Will perked up and looked at him. “What?”
“For calling me, for saving my sister.”
“I would never let anything happen to her. I love her. I-“
Jon raised his hand up and shook his head. He reached out and grabbed Will’s hand. “You have my blessing. Take care of her.”
