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"Steph!" a familiar voice called from the doorway, and Shane McMahon stepped into the room serving as his sister's office for the night.

Shane was taken slightly aback as he realized Stephanie was not in the room - and his eyes met the blue ones of Torrie Wilson.  The young blonde woman was sitting alone in the office, behind the desk, and she stood, a look of uncertainty crossing her features as Shane stepped closer.

The elder McMahon sibling tried his best not to wince too obviously as he caught sight of the purplish bruise on Torrie's right cheek, nor the left wrist that was being held in place by a splint and cast.

He felt awful.  He knew from his younger sister everything that had been going on as of late, and the fact that the blonde standing before him had been raped and brutalized was no exception.

"Hi, Torrie..." he said, relieved he was able to keep his voice even.  "...I was just looking for Stephanie..."

"She'll be back in a minute," the woman replied, shifting her eyes down but desperately trying to meet the man's brown eyes again.  "She just stepped out to use the ladies' room."

"Oh...well, I'm sorry if I bothered you."  Shane felt as though his heart were breaking as he thought of how normally vibrant and confident Torrie Wilson was - and now, she'd been reduced to a terrified, skittish, insecure rabbit.  Steph had told him how she had begun sharing her hotel room with the blonde diva.  According to his sister, she was afraid to be left alone - yet it surprised him that she had been left alone now.

"No, it's okay...you're not bothering me."  The tall platinum blonde raised her eyes to Shane's, and the young man smiled a bit, pleased that her gaze didn't waver.

"Shane...hi!"

Torrie looked up at the sound of Stephanie's voice, and the older McMahon turned around to face his sister.

"Steph..."  The dark-haired man pulled the tall brunette into his arms for a hug.  Stephanie's arms instantly went around her brother, and she breathed a sigh of relief as she hugged him back.

Torrie watched the exchange between the siblings in silence.  Thinking she should probably leave so they could speak in private, she slipped from behind the desk and began to head for the door.

"Torrie?"

The blonde turned back at the brunette's utterance of her name.

"You don't have to leave..." Stephanie said.  "You're a part of all of this...we have no secrets here - stay."

Torrie looked into the other woman's eyes and managed a tiny, weak smile.  She crossed over to the small loveseat against one wall and sat down.  She felt grateful toward Stephanie, realizing that over the past day or two, she had been feeling as though, although she had a year on her, the brunette had become like a big sister to her.

*

Amy and Nora had met Adam and Jay by the curtai immediately following their match.  Both blond men had been surprised to see the divas there waiting for them, and the respective couples had hugged despite the men being sweaty.

The redhead eyed her boyfriend with adoration, biting her lip as she thought about how much she loved him.  She wanted nothing more than to just take him to his locker room and just take him.

"I need a shower," Jay complained as he held onto Nora's small hand.  "How about I take a real quick one, and we'll meet up for a late dinner?"

"Sounds nice," the little blonde said with a soft smile.

"Okay...I'll be ready in a jiffy."  The Canadian lowered his head to give the diva a quick but sweet kiss, then released her hand.  Jay went to his locker room, turning back to give Nora a smile and wave before entering.

"I should catch a shower, too," Adam said after Nora walked away to give them their privacy.

"Wait..." the redhead said as she tugged on the Canadian's hand.  She gazed up into his eyes with an intensity.  "...I want you..."

The tall blond's handsome face brightened into a grin as he kept his eyes locked on hers.  Without a word, he gently led her to his locker room door.

They stepped inside together quietly, and Adam glanced toward the closed door by the back of the room.  He spoke to Amy first with his emerald eyes, then moved his face close to her.  Placing his lips to her ear, he whispered, "Jay is notorious for taking long showers..."

Amy glanced up into his face for a beat, then put her lips to his ear.  "I thought he told Nora he'd be ready in a 'jiffy.'"

"He always says that," Adam said softly, with a smirk.  He moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her slender waist, drawing her against him.

"Mmm..."  The redhead closed her eyes, savoring the moment as she melted against him.  Her heart began to beat faster as he lowered his hand to the button of her jeans.  She bit her lip as she gazed up, meeting his eyes, loving how uninhibited she could be with Adam.

He kissed her again, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back fervently.  The next thing she knew, the tall blond swept her up into his arms.  He carried her halfway across the room to the black leather couch situated against the wall, laying her down onto it.

*

"Dad's still locked up," Shane said to Stephanie.  "Mom refuses to pay to bail him out..."  He was sitting on the other side of the loveseat, glancing at Torrie every now and then.  He couldn't help himself, as he'd always had a bit of a crush on the tall blonde - although he'd always suspected she didn't know he existed.

"Good for Mom!" Stephanie said firmly.  She became furious as her brother continued.

"Mom says he's threatening divorce if she doesn't cooperate and help him..."

"He's threatening divorce?!" the brunette demanded, incredulous.  She couldn't believe the nerve of that man - after all the years of verbal abuse he'd dealt to Linda, and the numerous extramarital affairs - Stephanie and Shane had always known about them.  Not to mention the fact that Vince had boldly, unabashedly admitted his infidelity in an interview in Playboy Magazine.  Quite simply, the man nauseated her.  It was hard to believe Vince McMahon was Shane's and her father.

Torrie bit her lip, her eyes shifting down to study her hands clasped in her lap.  She felt thoroughly uncomfortable and out of place, like she had no right to be present during what should have been a very private discussion between the McMahon children.  But Stephanie had insisted she stay.

"There's something I still don't get..." the brunette said as she paced the small space in front of the loveseat.

"What's that?" Shane asked.

"Well, when the police took Dad away the other night, it was said that Torrie here..."  Her gaze fell on the blonde diva, who eyed her friend with surprise.  "...had called them...but...yet, she didn't call them on him - so, who did?"

"Mom did..."

Stephanie's blue eyes widened for a second or two, then she frowned.  "How can that be?  She didn't know a thing of what was going on..."

"Yes, she did, Steph," Shane spoke.

Torrie's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but keep a steady gaze on the man as he explained.

"I spoke with Mom a couple of days ago...it turns out that she very recently discovered Dad had been writing out checks in very large sums to Paul, and apparently, it's been going on for awhile..."

Stephanie's jaw dropped in shock.  "What?  I mean, how..."

"Mom found check stubs, Steph...naturally, she became very curious and did some investigating.  Not so much on Paul, but on Dad.  She suspected him of shady dealings, and she hired a private detective to monitor him only a few short days ago.  She had his phone tapped."

"My God," the brunette breathed.  She couldn't believe it but was grateful that their mother was so intelligent and resourceful.  "So...when the police had that warrant...?"

Her brother nodded as he met her blue eyes.  "It was thanks to Mom they got it..."

*

Paul arched an eyebrow at the surprising turn of events.  He'd seen a black limo pull into the parking lot, and then Shane McMahon had stepped out of it and entered the arena via the back entrance.  He supposed the man was there to see his troublemaking bitch of a sister.

He didn't care.  If anyone got in his way of paying the brunette his little visit, he would deal with them accordingly.  Whether Kurt Angle or Shane McMahon proved themselves a hindrance to his seeing the little rich princess, it didn't matter.  He wasn't the least bit intimidated by either one of those men.  Just let them try to mess with him.  He almost welcomed that.

Levesque felt the grin spreading across his face as he continued to wait...