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Adam jerked Heyman upward, actually feeling sick at what he'd done. The fat man coughed and sputtered as he tried to catch his breath. And while the tall blond man felt absolutely no remorse for beating the guy up, it sickened him that he'd held Heyman's head down under the water in the bathtub. As far as he was concerned, no one should have to endure that kind of torment - not even Paul Heyman. But he'd recalled what Amy had told him about John doing that to 'Angelica,' and he'd just about snapped.

Adam hefted the portly bastard to his feet, shut off the water in the tub, and then steered Paul back toward the main room in the hotel.

"We're going for a little walk," he muttered into the asshole's ear. "And you're gonna do some confessing."

"Wh-wha...?" Heyman tried to whirl around to look up into the blond man's face, but he couldn't manage it as the Canadian held him almost by the scruff of his neck, forcing him brisky toward the door. Opening it roughly, the blond man shoved him ahead, his grip extra tight so as to ensure he couldn't get away.

"You're telling Amy everything... Admitting the whole truth about John Heyman, and everything you're responsible for."

The other man didn't speak a response, but he grunted as the blond man gave him a shove as he held onto him with the other hand.

This was horrible... All he'd done was carry out justice. Justice *had* to be served after the horrible fate poor Johnny had received. Hatred churned in Paul's gut. This was all Amy Dumas' fault - *all* of it! He sincerely hoped the bitch would rot in hell. Maybe someday, she *would*.

"Move!" Adam barked, kicking at Heyman's ankle from behind, as though giving him a slight prod ahead.

Paul chanced a quick glance up over his left shoulder at the younger, taller and very angry man. He could plainly see the Canadian wasn't fooling with him. He swallowed hard, dismayed to realize there was an uncomfortable lump in his throat, and continued.

"What are you gonna do to me?"

The blond man ushered him directly toward a room, stopping before the door. As he fished into his pocket for his cardkey, he spoke.

"Nothing you're gonna like if you don't cooperate." Adam scowled down at the slug of a man as he swiped the card through the door, then pushed forward.

Three heads instantly snapped up to attention, three pairs of eyes fixing on them. None of their owners seemed capable of speaking as they appeared shocked.

Adam's gaze found Amy's, the redhead now awake, although still in the bed, the blanket over her sitting form. She cocked her head as she regarded them with confusion.

He gave Paul a shove in the back.

"Go on... Speak!" he demanded. "Tell her everything."

Trish and Jeff exchanged glances, silently communicating. A quick look her way told Adam that the blonde was fearful.

"Adam?" The redhead spoke instead of the person he *wanted* to speak. "What's this all about?"

"Heyman's gonna tell you about that," he growled, poking the man again. He glared down at Paul, who chanced another glance over his shoulder and cringed.

After a beat, the fat man's demeanor changed drastically. In a matter of seconds, he seemed to go from fear to disdain and hate.

"I should have just *killed* you," he spat.

Amy's eyes widened at the words, her heart suddenly pounding impossibly fast.

"It's your fault... It's all *your* fault that my nephew is dead! You pitiful little bitch!"

The tall blond man tugged on Heyman, as he still held him by the back of the neck and one arm. Everyone else was dead silent as he continued.

"If it weren't for *you*, Amy Dumas-" Paul spoke her name as though it were poison leaving his lips. "- Johnny would be alive today!"

"J-Johnny?" The diva's hazel eyes shifted to Adam's and were now filled with terror.

"My nephew!" Heyman screamed. "I never should've let him get his hands on you..." He shook his head, emotions suddenly getting the better of him. He reached up with one hand to wipe at his brow, head down.

That bastard... Adam could feel his pulse pounding wildly as he listened. Heyman had actually enabled his nephew to get to Amy!

"... But he was so focused... so... *fascinated* by you. He *wanted* you and thought you should be his."

"So, you arranged it so that he could kidnap her and hold her prisoner - and do whatever he liked to her," Jeff said in a strangely even voice. He shook his head at the madness of it all.

"Call it what you will," Paul replied.

"It's *called* kidnapping and rape, you asshole," the tall, angry blond man snapped. His green eyes shifted back to his fiancee, as she began to speak.

"Paul... H-he was your..." Tears filled the redhead's eyes at the horror and betrayal she felt. "You *allowed* it to happen...?"

"Anything for Johnny," Heyman answered, his words increasing Adam's ire to even more epic proportions. "He was a good boy."

Trish Stratus blinked back tears of her own, knowing action had to be taken. Slowly, she moved over to the cell phone laying at Amy's bedside and dialed 911.