Bulletproof || R.R {#2}

4. |Broken|

Dean's POV

She breaks my heart, but completes me at the same time.

We're like fire and gasoline, I'm no good for her and she's no good for me.

I want her, and I can't have her. But Roman can? What the hell has he done to deserve her? He turns into an asshole every chance he gets.

Maybe I just need a serious break from everyone.

Maybe I'll leave for a while.

Rose's POV

"I don't know!" I laugh.

"YES YOU DO." Paige crosses her arms.

"I'm serious. I don't know where you could get a biker jacket for your cat made." I shake my head.

"Well figure it out!" She pouts.

"Bitch, its your cat!" I cross my arms.

"But you love him. And he loves you. A lot." She smiles, batting her eyelashes.

"Ugh, fine." I squint, picking up my phone.

I type a few words in my search bar and call the number, hoping for a quick answer.

"Hello, this is St. Louis Harley-Davidson. How may I help you?" A man asks.

"Hi, could you make me a couple of custom jackets?" I reply.

"Sure. I'd need sizes and what you'd want on them, but it could be a bit pricey." He says.

"Well one would be a women's Small or Medium, then the other one is for my idiot friend's fucking cat." I laugh.

"A cat?" He laughs. "I don't know about that."

"Isn't there any way you could get it done?" I ask.

"I mean, if you email me the measurements of the cat, I can work up something. We might be able to fit it on a teddy bear or something." He chuckles. "As for yours, email me also with what you want on it and I'll get to work as soon as possible."

"Perfect. I'll have everything to you on Monday." I smile, hanging up.

"THERE. NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!" I laugh, throwing a water bottle at her.

"Bitch." She frowns.

"Damn right I am." I shake my head.

Dean walks by, not saying a single word.

"SHE THREW A WATER BOTTLE AT ME!" Paige yells, running after him.

He doesn't say anything, just keeps walking.

"What's his problem?" She asks.

"Honestly, I don't really know." I sigh.

"He's probably drunk or something." She shrugs.

"I doubt it, but you never know." I roll my eyes.

"Well, we have a match to get to. Come on." She nods, pulling me up.

"Who are we going against again?" I ask.

"Naomi and Summer." She growls.

"Perfect." I nod.

"Why?" She asks.

"Easy targets to take my frustration out on." I say, walking up to the curtain.

The sound guy blasts my music throughout the arena, earning a huge pop from the crowd.

I make my way down to the ramp, eyeing down our opponents the whole way.

I stop at the end of the ramp as Paige's music hits, earning another pop.

She skips down to me, fist-bumping me.

"You got this." She nods.

We slide in the ring as Summer and Naomi instantly step back.

"Ready to fight?" I smirk, flicking one of Summer's curls.

The bell rings, and I instantly tackle her, slamming her head against the mat repeatedly.

"HEY, BACK IT UP!" The ref yells.

I shake my head and go back after her, throwing her into the corner.

I stand on the middle rope and kick her head 6 or 7 times, sending her crashing back down to the mat.

I pull her up by her hair and hit her with a T-Bone Suplex.

She screams in pain as she grabs her back, attempting to pull away from me.

I shake my head and hit her with another, sending her over to my corner.

I tag in Paige and we double team, hitting Summer with a double dropkick to the jaw.

She goes for the pin, but somehow Summer kicks out at 2.

"Son of a bitch!" I yell, stomping the steps.

Naomi rushes over to me, attempting to drag me off of the apron.

I hop down and kick her in the abdomen, sending her a few steps back.

I slam her against the barricade and stomp her rib cage repeatedly, earning a huge pop from the crowd once again.

I wrap her arm around one of the steel posts on the other side, making sure she can't move.

I jog around the ring, turning to a full speed run as I spear her through the barricade, hearing the snap of her arm echo under me.

I smirk, pulling myself up slowly.

I rush over to the apron and tag in, running after Summer.

I tackle her to the mat and punch her in the face repeatedly, busting her forehead wide open.

"BACK IT UP!" The ref yells once more, pulling me away from her.

"NO FUCKING CHANCE." I growl, resuming my attack.

I drag her up from the mat and hold her by her hair and arm, sending her shoulder first into the steel post and down to the floor.

I look around the arena as the crowd goes insane.

I'm covered in Summer's blood, and I really don't give a fuck.

As the ref hits an 8 count, Paige slides in the ring beside me.

"9!..." He yells.

Just as he's about to yell 10, my entire mood changes.

That all too familiar music hits, and Paige looks at me in shock.

"About fucking time." I shake my head.

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I UPDATED AGAIN. YAS.

Poor Dean. He wants AmbROSE to be a thing so fucking bad asdfghjklqc

Who just came out? Any guesses?

Also, I realise I haven't updated this in a few weeks, so I tried to make it a bit longer than the last one.

BYE.