TheNiteSiren
Virginal Temptress
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The plane landed around 3 in the afternoon. The fact that I owed her a favor was the only reason I got onto that plane. It was no secret that flying made me nauseous. I thought morning sickness had been bad, ugh. Thankfully I walked off the jet without upchucking my guts in the restroom and kill my tough ass image. Stephanie was there at the gate once I exited the plane. I had a duffle bag with me and my shoulder harness on. The security at New Orleans airport gave me a little flack but I went nowhere without my .38.
"Hey there, Steph." We hugged and I shook Hunter's hand. "Sounds like you guys have one hell of a problem with whoever is leaking that info onto the internet. I had my tech guy take a look at the video. It was tampered with but not by anyone who really had any experience with that kind of thing." Hunter looked very worried. "This is Jim Duggan's niece, a girl with real talent and I cannot see her or Roman doing something this stupid to mess up her chances."
We were escorted to the limo. "Leave it to me, boss man. This is where I excell." I didn't look like much at first but I had seen more violence in my years than the most seasoned soldier ever did. The nightmares still came back some nights but that was what the shrink was for. The next show was in Miami and I was anxious to interview some of these people. My reasons for being there would be kept secret for now. One whiff of an investigation and these people just might clam up on me.
Demon had begged me to bring him with me but I needed someone to watch the twins. It still amazed people when they found out that I was a mother to two six year olds. Ryan had been dead for nearly 7 years now and his memory still haunted me. The twins still didn't know how or why he passed away and it would stay that way until they were 18. Telling your children that their father shot himself was not an easy thing. I thought it best to wait for now.
I left the duffle inside the limo, still dressed in dark denim and a black leather jacket. Once inside, I kind of blended in with alot of them which would be helpful. My first target was Jon Good a.k.a. Dean Ambrose. He was the first initial suspect when the photo was published. I needed to eliminate him if this investigation could go forward.
"Hey there, Steph." We hugged and I shook Hunter's hand. "Sounds like you guys have one hell of a problem with whoever is leaking that info onto the internet. I had my tech guy take a look at the video. It was tampered with but not by anyone who really had any experience with that kind of thing." Hunter looked very worried. "This is Jim Duggan's niece, a girl with real talent and I cannot see her or Roman doing something this stupid to mess up her chances."
We were escorted to the limo. "Leave it to me, boss man. This is where I excell." I didn't look like much at first but I had seen more violence in my years than the most seasoned soldier ever did. The nightmares still came back some nights but that was what the shrink was for. The next show was in Miami and I was anxious to interview some of these people. My reasons for being there would be kept secret for now. One whiff of an investigation and these people just might clam up on me.
Demon had begged me to bring him with me but I needed someone to watch the twins. It still amazed people when they found out that I was a mother to two six year olds. Ryan had been dead for nearly 7 years now and his memory still haunted me. The twins still didn't know how or why he passed away and it would stay that way until they were 18. Telling your children that their father shot himself was not an easy thing. I thought it best to wait for now.
I left the duffle inside the limo, still dressed in dark denim and a black leather jacket. Once inside, I kind of blended in with alot of them which would be helpful. My first target was Jon Good a.k.a. Dean Ambrose. He was the first initial suspect when the photo was published. I needed to eliminate him if this investigation could go forward.
