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"Fuck! God *damn* it!" Chris swore.
He tore at his long blond hair, more enraged than he could have thought possible. He couldn't believe that son of a bitch had interfered with his plans.
Shit... He'd had Amy exactly where he wanted her - alone and vulnerable. And also terrified, at his mercy... As though he were about to show her any of *that* tender quality. He snarled as he thought about it all, about her and Adam. He wondered if she'd spread her legs for him as she'd undoubtedly done for those country bumpkin idiots Matt and Jeff Hardy. And who the fuck was he fooling? Of *course* she had!
The furious blond man paced as he continued to rage it all out. Currently, he was outside, in the hotel parking garage. After the incident with Amy and Copeland moments earlier, he'd fled to the sanctuary out here. He felt like expending all his angry energy on something... The items in his hotel room would not suffice - especially since he'd already done his fair share of damage there.
And then, slowly, a sadistic grin spread across Chris' face. He knew exactly how to let out his aggressions - and it was the perfect way to get even with that asshole Adam Copeland as well...
... Jericho knew which car was Adam's rental. He'd watched the bastard ever since he'd seen him with the redhead at the arena, before their mixed tag match. He knew exactly which cherry red Toyota Camry the idiot was renting. Damn nice car as well. It was just a fucking shame that something so beautiful would have to be destroyed.
Chris let out an almost bellowing laugh as he realized the irony in his brutal thoughts... That stupid car had a hell of a lot in common with his bitch of a girlfriend.
Glancing around his immediate surroundings, Jericho made certain that he was alone here. Amazingly, the parking garage seemed deserted save for himself. Fantastic... He quickly strolled through the area, his gaze scanning over the ground as well as the parked cars.
He smirked as he found quite a large rock. He was in such good spirits as he went to retrieve it that he was whistling. This was just perfect. And, then, he saw the beautiful red car...
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Amy's breathing had finally returned to normal. After Adam had taken her into the hotel bathroom, gently cleaning up the blood Chris had left on her, she'd merely sat up on one of the hotel beds. Earlier, she'd been sleeping in the one nearest the window, and somehow, she felt safer there, as it was farther away from the door.
She opened her mouth tentatively, starting to speak. It actually surprised her that her voice wasn't shaking.
"You... you came back just in time," she said. She couldn't even begin to explain just how grateful she was toward the tall blond man. All she could think as she gazed across the bed at him was 'savior.'
"I never should have left you here alone," Adam chastised himself. How very stupid he'd been. Not that he would've given Chris Jericho the credit to be able to break into another person's hotel room - but he told himself he'd never be so careless again.
"It wasn't your fault, Adam," the redhead said firmly. "How could you have known what he was capable of?" It had shocked the hell out of her as well that the other man had gotten in here. It made her seriously wonder why he hadn't tried to get into that bathroom the other night as she'd fled to hide. She shuddered to think about what he might have done had he'd managed to get to her.
Adam noticed her flinch, and his heart went out to her. He had to fight against the urge to cross the meager distance between their respective beds and gather her in his arms and hold her for all she was worth.
However, he held back for now. Not for the first time, he reminded himself that her not trusting
him was the last thing he wanted.