37. All That Remains

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                                                                                  M I T C H

What the fuck happened? I saw the pictures that Bryan threw at me, but I do not remember a damn thing. The anguish in my eyes nearly dropped me to my knees. So, I let him hit me and not stop, not because I was guilty. I'm certain I am not, but for everything else I have done to him. Grabbing my phone, I call the one person that hopefully knows what the fuck going on. 

"I'm bringing this fucker down tonight." I don't waste any time as I get right to the point.

"If you move too quickly this will be all for nothing!"

"Did the bug that dipshit put in Romano's office get us anywhere?" I hate the fucker; he just came back from the dead and swooped Bryan away. Not saying I deserve him, but he is not who Bryan remembered either. 

"I was just finishing listening to it when Mike disappeared."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" When did you start calling him Mike?

"Listen you are in way over your head. You got emotionally involved. If I knew back, then I would have beat your ass myself." Yeah, everyone fucking hates me now! "Shit! We are moving tonight. He just mentioned taking him out."

The hell he is! "You protect his daughter. I will get my men on this, and we will take care of it."

"You get to him before it's too late." No matter what.

"I will." I owe Bry this after all the pain I have cost him.

                                                                                   B R Y A N

Everything hurts. When I thought he was dead, it nearly killed me! This here is so much worse. The pain is unbearable.  "It's showtime, Killer." Shut up and stop calling me that! "You will take down your opponent." How about I take you down instead?

Walking out without another word I head towards the ring. Almost stopping in my tracks when I see who it is. This can't be happening! Why the hell would he put the two of us together? Burying the pain deep down I let only my anger show. All the years I wasted mourning someone who doesn't give a shit about me.

The moment I step in the ring I do not wait and shove him hard. The crowd goes wild, but I could care less about them. "How could you?" Shoving him again he hits the ropes. "I wish we never fucking met!"

A tear slips down his face. "End me Bry, if you ever thought I could do that to you." Raising my fist another tear slips from his eyes. Closing my eyes for a moment all the times we had together come flashing through my mind.

"Can you see us five maybe ten years down the road." Laying on my bed staring at each other as my babygirl finally fell asleep in between us. "It's crazy but I can." My heart beats faster as he looks between me and my babygirl. 

"Maybe I can." There is no, maybe about it. I want him in our lives for a long time.

"What are you waiting for. Fight!" People yell from the crowd and snaps me out my memories.

"Shut the fuck up!" I growl! Looking back at Mike he just stands there motionless, but the look is one I recognize so damn well. Love.

"You didn't!" I push at him, and he shakes his head no.

"I never would." Benny was right. Oh fuck, if he finds out about this, I will never hear the end of it. "Now hit me or we are both dead." No, he should hit me. As reading my thoughts he shoves me. "Hit me!" He yells. When I don't, he shoves me again. "Hit me!"

 I do, and he stumbles back but a smirk lands on his face. It's his playful one like the times we would practice and screw around. I know what he wants to do and so I make a move again, but he moves fast. My arm is twisted behind my back with him pressed up tight against me.

"I fucking love you." Shivers run down my spine. I hated him less than twenty-four hours ago but now I know the truth. I hate that I doubted you. "He wants me to take you out." Pushing me away.

Turning around I rammed into him but not as hard as I know I can. "He told me to take you out." The crowd is getting rowdy. We both know we have to do something. "Please forgive me. I love you." I want to kiss you and make it up to you for the harsh words I said.

"Let's put on a show baby." Fuck, I love that voice even if it sounds muffled by the mouth guard.

"Let's do this." Pushing me off of him he hits me, and I hit him back, but not nearly as hard as we both can.

By any bystander we look ready to kill but the gleam in our eyes for one another says differently. There is just one person I know is not pleased with us and I can see out of corner of my eye.

"We can't go on like this forever." I know he is right as we hug each other to catch our breath. "If it comes to it you take me out."

"No!"

"Yes" He pushes me back and jabs me in the stomach. 

"I will not." Flipping him over so he is on his back. 

"You have to. For Zoe's sake." I hit him because he did not to bring her into this. Even if I am here to keep her safe.

A gun goes off and all goes quiet. "ENOUGH!" Romano's rage boils out of him. His usual calm composure nowhere to be found. "End this now, or I will!" Gun wavering between the both of us. 

Mike steps in front of me but chaos goes off as the place gets swarmed with FBI agents. Guns starts firing and I am brought back to when I lost him the first time.

"Not again!" 

"Bry! We need to get out of here!" Bullets whiz by as people are fleeing from the swarm of law enforcement. "Bryan, Run!" Frozen to the spot I can't move if I want to.

"I will kill you!"

BANG!

All that remains is pain.



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