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~CHRIS' POV~
I stare blankly at the clock on the wall, watching the small hand lazily move around the circumference of the clock's circle. I must admit that listening to the soft ticking is driving me crazy. God, he's only been gone for an hour and I miss him so bad that it hurts to breathe. Hell, my entire body aches for him.
What if he doesn't come back?
What if the plane crashes?
What if he gets sick?
What if......
Shit.
Maybe I could..........
No....he'd really be mad at me for following him.
Then again, what would he do?
Spank me again?
A wicked smile spreads across my face as I pick up the phone and make a reservation on the next flight to Mexico.
~TRISH'S POV~
As we all sit down in our assigned seats, I'm pleased to find that Hunter gets to sit right beside of me. A faint satisfied grin tugs at the corner of my mouth as I inhale the rich spicy scent of his cologne.
I glance over across the isle at Billy. He winks and gives me the thumbs up.
Hunter frowns. "What was that for?"
Billy pales slightly at Hunter's tone of voice. "We're going to Mexico. I've never been there," he stutters beautifully.
I suppress my giggle and give him an A+ for that little lie.
As the plane starts to taxi down the runway, I tense.
God, I hate flying.
"Are you alright, Trish?" Hunter asks concerned, obviously sensing my distress.
So he is paying attention to me.
"I hate flying," I whisper as I bite my bottom lip. I feel my chest start to heave as panic threatens to consume me.
He smiles as he takes my hand and holds it. "Everything will be just fine. You're with me."
A slight shiver surges throughout my body as I feel the warmth and strength of his hand. The gesture and his verbal reassurance instantly calms me, and I bravely lean my head over and rest it on his broad shoulder and sigh contently.
What is it that they say about big hands? Big hands mean a big......
Or was it big feet mean a big.......
"Still scared?" Hunter asked softly.
I blink, blushing slightly. "Not any more," I reply squeezing his hand back.
~BILLY'S POV~
I've been watching Trish and Hunter together out of the corner of my eye and it's making me miss Shane even more. If he was here right now, we'd be holding hands. My head would be resting on his shoulder, but all I can do is sigh sadly. I glance over at Benoit, but he is staring intently out of the window. He misses Chris, too. I know that if I attempt to tease him by laying my head on his shoulder, he'll probably beat the hell out of me.
I haven't told Hunter yet, but I'm seriously thinking about taking Shane up on his offer of marriage and a life of leisure. That way we'd be together every moment. Suddenly being a "kept" wife doesn't seem so bad.
The plane slowly ascends into the air and I glance back over at Trish. She is now gripping Hunter's huge muscular arm.
Ouch. Those nails are sharp, but he doesn't even flinch.
He glances over at me and I quickly lower my eyes, hiding the smirk that glistens in them. I bet that in a few more minutes and she'll be in his lap.
I would if he was Shane.
~BENOIT'S POV~
I stare out of the window and silently wonder what Chris is doing at this exact same moment. I regret having to leave him behind, but this assignment is just too dangerous for him. I would hate to think what Dr. Heyman would do if he got his hands on a beautiful man like Chris.
I fidget nervously until we finally land at the airport. I swear that was the longest flight in my life. I wanted desperately to call Chris all during the flight, but I didn't want my co-workers to think that I was whipped. After all, Billy didn't call Shane every five minutes.
I excuse myself from the group as soon as we are in the terminal. I have a very uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach and that usually means trouble. I clutch my cell phone tightly as I punch in the numbers to my home phone.
I frown as the house phone rings and the answering machine picks up. Chris' seductive voice echoes in my ear. "Sorry, but you have missed the Chris'. Leave your name and if you're lucky, we'll get back to you."
"Chris, it's me. Pick up the damn phone."
No answer.
"Chris?"
I hold on until the dial tone clicks on.
Where is he?
I call his cell phone, but no answer.
"Fuck," I growl as I head back out to the group. Trish and Hunter are in their own little sick world, but Billy instantly realizes what I've been doing.
"Is Chris alright?" He asks with a smirk.
"I wouldn't know," I growl, "he's not answering the phone.
"Ohhh....." Billy whispers as he senses my frustration. "He probably went to rent a movie or something."
"Or something," I growl.
~CHRIS' POV~
Three hours later, I'm stepping off the plane in Mexico. My husband is only two hours ahead of me, and I can't wait to see the surprised look on his face when he opens his hotel door and finds me standing there. Sure, I may get a spanking, but it'll be worth it.
I pull my cell phone out to call the hotel to see what room he is in, but frown as I see that the battery is dead. Shit. I forgot to recharge it again.
Great.
Guess I'll have to do it the hard way. Stepping on the curb, I hail a taxi. I gasp as one cab swerves in almost hitting me. I thought they were suppose to pick up passengers, not run them over.
As I open the cab door, a hand grabs my wrist. "Excuse me," a middle-aged man whispers, "are you an American?"
"Let me guess, it was the hair that gave me away?" I smirk. "I'm from Canada, actually."
He smiles with a semi-amused expression as if my answer wasn't really important. "I was wondering if we could share a taxi? I'm extremely late for a meeting."
I look at the man closely. The baseball hat on his head seriously clashed with his fine, pressed suit. It most likely covered up either a bald spot or a receding hairline. I frown as I noticed that his hair was long and straight, but neatly pulled back. In my judgment, he was probably a lawyer or doctor. He didn't look dangerous, just possibly slimy and annoying. It was something about the smile and the gleam in his eye that made me slightly nervous.
I glance at my watch again and sigh.
"Sure," I relent. A couple minutes wouldn't make a difference.
"Thank you," he whispers excitably as he shakes my hand.
"No problem," I reply as I wipe away the sweaty residue from it as he releases it to slip into the taxi.
"My name's Paul," he continues as I shut the door behind us.
"Chris," I reply.
~HEYMAN'S POV~
Chris.
I smile as I realize that he was the one that Mark had showed me a picture of before his untimely death. He had wanted to give Chris the ultimate "gift", as well. That was one reason that the badass hadn't killed Chris when he attacked him.
What the sexy blond doesn't see is me giving a signal to the driver.
God, I love foreign countries. This driver had been bought and paid for many times by me. He knew that there would be a huge bonus for such a catch like Chris.
A little bit of money buys a many splendid thing here in Mexico, especially in a poor neighborhood.
I glance over at Chris, wanting desperately to run my fingers through his long hair. It's hard to believe that this exquisite creature is going to be all mine. I lick my lips in anticipation.
Chris jumps as a small dart pierces his upper shoulder. His eyes widen as he focuses in on the small object, but the contents are powerful and he slumps helplessly against the cab door within a matter of seconds. He never saw it coming.
The driver smiles back at me as he waves the dart gun in a semi-salute to me. "He's a nice catch, Senor Heyman," Eddie Guerrero replies with a smirk.
"Indeed," I whisper lustfully as I lean over and remove the dart. I unbutton the front of his hawaiian shirt and gently push it open, revealing his smooth muscular torso. A grin slides across my face as I let my fingers caress his abdominal area. Soon it would be ripe with my child.
He arrived just in time to try my new and improved formula.
Where I had sold the others for profit, I would keep Chris. He would be mine.
~BENOIT'S POV~
I slam the phone down. God, I'm going crazy trying to locate Chris.
The cell phone company says that he's not using his cell phone and hasn't since yesterday. They're no fucking help.
I pause as I ponder. If I was Chris, what would I do? I image myself sitting alone in our home.......
No.
He wouldn't.
I pick up the phone and call the airport. Fuck! A flight landed two hours ago and Chris' name was on the passenger list.
Double fuck.
Where is he?
I stop by Hunter's room and let him know what's going on. He instructs Billy to go with me in case there is any trouble.
When I get my hands on Chris, the spanking that I gave him this morning will feel like a butterfly kiss.
Fuck.
Where are you baby?
~BILLY'S POV~
By the time we reach the airport, Benoit is starting to panic. I wouldn't want to be Chris right now if he finds him. But then again, I wouldn't want to be the person sitting anywhere near Chris, either.
In spite of the rage consuming him, I see anguish and concern. Considering the recent events with Chris and him, I would be too.
Chris is a great looking guy. Many of a man would kill to have a lover like him and Benoit knows it.
First, we search the airport, hoping that he got scared and lost.
No luck.
Second, we start asking every employee in the airport if they had seen him.
No luck.
We were about to leave, when Benoit spotted a porter that we had missed and showed him a picture of Chris.
The porter smiled as he saw the picture. "He left in cab with another man."
"Another man?" Benoit growled.
"Older. Middle-age. Kind of short and heavy set. Long thin hair. He wore suit and baseball hat," the porter replied in broken English.
Benoit paled as he pulled another picture from his briefcase. "This man?"
The porter nodded, "That's him."
I look at Benoit and realized in horror that it was a photo of Dr. Heyman.
"Didn't Chris know what he looked like?" I ask in disbelief.
"No," Benoit whispered. "I never thought to show him the picture."
I realize that Benoit is cursing himself for being so stupid, but no one expected Chris to follow us to Mexico. I pull out my cell phone and call Hunter and let Trish and him know what's going on.
Looks like we got another kidnapping on our hands.
I look over at Benoit and he has tears forming in his eyes. Damn, I never thought that I'd see him cry.
~CHRIS' POV~
My eyes slowly flutter open and I'm not sure how long that I've been unconscious. I remember getting in the cab and .......
A tranquilizer dart.
But why?
"Sleeping beauty awakens," Paul's voice echoes in the room.
"Who......what....do you want with me?" I ask groggily as I try to move, but realize that my hands are cuffed above my head and my ankles are secured at the end of the examining table. Worse, I realize that I'm completely naked.
He chuckles. "Don't you know who I am?"
I can barely shake my head because it feels like it's about to explode.
"You mean they didn't tell you anything about me?" He asks amazed.
Is that drool in the corner of his mouth?
"Who are you?" I growl in disgust.
"Dr. Paul Heyman," he replies as his hand casually slides up my thighs, then delving between my legs, feeling, caressing the soft tender flesh in their path.
"Don't touch me!" I hiss, squirming in an attempt to avoid the touch.
He chuckles. "You'll get use to my touch, bitch. I'm the only one who will touching you from now on."
"No," I gasp. God, why couldn't I have stayed at home?
He smiles as he holds up a jar of red fluid. "I've perfected the formula. It's much more quicker and less painful. Once the formula is started, you'll be ready to impregnate in a month," he brags happily as he sits the jar down and picks up a syringe with the mixture already in it.
"Month?" I squeak, pulling at my restraints as the syringe nears my abdomen.
"Yes, in one month you will spread your legs for me and I will plant my seed in you."
"No," I whimper, shivering as the idea of being impregnated with his child repulsed me. Benoit!!!
"I will personally see to it that you are constantly barefoot and pregnant, bitch. We are going to be one big happy family."
"Let me go!" I scream.
He merely chuckles. "Scream as much as you like and as often as you like. No one will hear you. Even if they did, they wouldn't understand you," he smirks. "Face it, doll. You are my mate and you will warm my bed every night."
"NO!" I scream as he injects me.
~EDGE'S POV~
I frown as I watch Christian talking on the phone.
He's whispering so it must be something bad.
I wait until he hangs it up before bombarding him with questions.
He turns and bites his bottom lip.
This is going to be bad.
"What's wrong?" I ask nervously.
"Chris......he's been kidnapped by Dr. Heyman."
I pale.
Heyman?
The same son of a bitch who made me into a freak.
"Benoit?"
"He's going nuts," Christian whispers, imaging how Benoit must feel right now. He, after all, had been in the same position only weeks ago.
"Do they want you to come down there?" I ask nervously, cursing myself for being selfish and not wanting him to leave.
"No, Trish said she'd call if they needed any help."
I rub my abdomen as I say a little prayer for Chris and all of us.
We all were going to need all the help we could get.
~TBC~
