The Shield One-Shots Book 3

FBI's Most Wanted Pt2/Ambrollins

 The golden light of the afternoon sun illuminated the expansive grounds of a sprawling mansion on the outskirts of the city. Birds flitted from treetop to treetop, their cheerful melodies echoing in the air, happy to finally see the sun again after two days of rain. Tall wrought-iron gates at the entrance seemed to protect the extravagant estate and its vast grounds from prying eyes, an impressive guard tower by the entrance stood watch. The grounds the impressive mansion sat on were well taken care of and hidden motion sensors, alarms and security cameras covered the entire grounds, no one was sneaking in. The driveway wound around lush gardens, a pond, and several fountains before leading up to the sprawling mansion fit for royalty. To the right of the house was a three-story garage, gleaming with polished vehicles and motorcycles in different colours and models. On the other side, marked by a low wall, was a single-story building equipped with a heavy steel door with a keypad lock that opened only with the correct code.

 The main house was three stories high, it had many beautiful expensively decorated rooms, most of the rooms were just for show, barely used, filled with luxurious furniture, expensive art, and costly decorations. Some of the more frequently used areas were the fully stocked gym and conference room. In the master bedroom was an impenetrable panic room known only to a select few. Out in the backyard was a vast pool, multi-level deck, and lush garden. The house didn't reflect its owner and when people saw it for the first time they couldn't believe that it was his. The owner, Dean Ambrose, was the last person you'd expect to have a house like this. He was someone you'd imagine living proudly and happily in a trailer park, of course, he didn't give a damn what others thought and liked the trailer park image he had.

 The walls of the house seemed to have stories of their own, the secrets they could tell if the walls could talk would send Dean to prison for life. Dean had had a hard life from birth, born to drug-addicted alcoholic abusive parents, whose favourite hobby was beating the shit out of him for just existing. The physical and emotional abuse from his parents left deep wounds. He had to grow up quickly, learning how to be tough and how to take care of himself from an early age. He lived on the streets, hustling and taking whatever job he could find to survive. When he was 18 he met the one person he considered family, the only person who truly gave a damn about him and the only person he cared about, his best friend, Roman Reigns. The two men were and still are inseparable, they helped each other survive, wanting more out of life though, they moved here and began their life of crime.

 They were good at what they did and managed to make a large fortune, not long after arriving in the city, they quickly established themselves as a powerful force and it didn't take long before they met the other members of their family. Like a pack of wolves, their family quickly took over the city both criminally and legally, using legal businesses as covers for their illegal activities and everyone in the city soon knew who was behind it all. Even when the Police tried to link them to crimes, they were unable to find any evidence and soon Dean's name and his family's reputation spread throughout the city- people feared and respected him. Dean was like a fucking King, people feared and respected him, and he had everything he could ever want... so, why did he feel so damn lonely? Dean sat by his pool enjoying the sun, drinking a beer when Roman, who lived with him, came outside. Dean had been off for a while now and Roman was worried about him but Dean was the master of not talking about feelings, he avoided it at all costs.

 "Hey, Ro." Dean greeted him smiling as he took a drink of his beer.

 "Hey, D." Roman replied sighing.

 "They here yet?" Dean asked.

 "They'll be here soon, we should get ready." Roman answered.

 "Dude, what is up with you?" Dean asked as he sat up and faced him, taking his sunglasses off and putting them on his head.