She didn't show up next day in the arena. Officially she was back on paper but she had no match. When someone came back from injury, it was custom that the person would walk out to challenge someone. She didn't. And no one challenged her since the word still hadn't gotten around that she was officially back.

So they did the next best thing. They waited for Bray and his family. Only they never showed up either. Frustration sent the three Shield guys in to beat down Sheamus and Cesaro three on two. They didn't care. They just needed to work their anger out of their systems.

They drove straight to the next town, the final town and the final show before having four days off. Four days they didn't even look forward to. If they didn't find her this day, they wouldn't see her for four long days. The thought alone made them drive in agonising silence, neither of the men wanting to say it out loud. If they did, it would become true. It would become reality. They didn't wanna face reality, not yet. There was still time as little as it was. They refused to roll over and face defeat until the actual second they had to.

They made their way to the arena in good time that afternoon, hoping they somehow could get ahead of it all. She was bound to be around somewhere and maybe Bray would smuggle her in early before anyone else arrived. They walked to their signed locker room and were surprised by the face they were greeted with as they entered. There he was, sitting on a bench, with that shit eating grin on his face.

"What are you doing here?" Dean ran to him and yanked him up by his shirt.
"You wanna hurt me, Dean?" Bray chuckled.
"I wanna kill you!" Dean shouted.
"Lay one finger on me and you'll never know where she is," Bray said.
"Dean, let go," Roman placed a hand over one of Dean's wrist.

Dean didn't want to but he knew he had to. He clenched his fists for a few more seconds before finally letting out a loud growl and pushing Bray away.

"Where is she?" Seth asked.
"She's around," Bray answered and smirked. "For now."
"If you hurt her..." Roman started.
"Hurt her? I've done nothing but help her and be kind to her. Something that you should have done," Bray sneered, finally letting a touch of anger come out.
"So what's your deal? You want her all to yourself? You hope to make her see what bad guys we are and then steal her away?" Seth asked angrily.
"No, Seth, nothing like that. Butterfly is special. She needs to be treated right. I've grown to love her but not like you may think. She's like a sister or even a daughter to me," Bray answered.

That came as a surprise. Here they thought they would actually have to battle Bray for her but nothing could be further from the truth. He was ready to battle for her but not in a way they had expected.

"So what do you want?" Roman asked a bit dumbfounded.
"She cried last night. Again. She cries almost every night, thinking no one hears her after she goes to sleep. She talks in her sleep too. Saying things that would both put smiles on your faces and bring tears to your eyes," Bray said.
"I don't follow," Dean said.
"That's the problem with you three. You don't understand what she wants you to," Bray said.
"So why doesn't she just tell us what she wants?" Seth sighed.
"Because you should already know. It's simple. If you don't feel that way on your own, nothing you say or do, no threat and no amount or force will ever make you get her back truly," Bray said.

The three men looked at each other, trying to figure out the riddle behind Bray's words. Roman sighed as he realized it really was simple. They had been so far inside their own heads that they failed to see what was inside hers.

"She doesn't want to play against us. She wants to play alongside of us," he said.
"Bingo!" Bray grinned again.
"What? She wants to be a part of The Shield?" Dean asked.
"Yes and no," Roman said.
"She doesn't wanna be a part of our group in there but she wants to be a part of us," Seth said.
"So far we've been forcing our ideas on her, trying to call the shots everytime. We never listened," Roman said.
"She doesn't want out," Seth said.
"She wants in. All the way," Dean finally caught on as well.
"She wants to be our equal," Roman said.

Bray laughed out loud and nodded frantically while clapping his hands together.

"Finally!" He laughed.
"Worst part is that we always saw her like that or even as better than us. Punk got into our heads," Dean sighed.
"So pull him out again," Bray said.
"We made a deal," Seth looked ashamed.
"So? She already knows everything. Roman was kind enough to share the facts. Now you just need to convince her to move past it," Bray said.
"How?" Roman asked.
"Well, boys, that's up to you to figure out but somehow you gotta find a way to show her you actually got her back rather than just wanting to get her on her back," Bray chuckled at his own silly joke.

He moved across the room but stopped as he reached the door. He looked over his shoulder, not landing his eyes on any of them, just wanting to make sure they were watching him.

"Don't go chasing her down these halls before the show. The chase is over. Find another way," he said.
"So she's actually here?" Seth asked.
"Gentlemen," Bray tipped his head and left without answered the question.

They watched as the door closed and the man they would have considered an enemy just 30 minutes earlier was gone.

"She's here," Roman smiled.
"Let's bring her home tonight, boys," Dean smiled too.

The show started and the first two matches went down fast and without problems. After the second match she suddenly appeared, walking down the ramp alone and unprotected. It would have been easy to move in and the guys ran to their position on top of the stairs but stayed hidden in the darkness as many times before. They watched as she rolled into the ring and looked around.

"I'm back," she said singingly. "But you already knew that. But I'm back for good, ready to fight and entertain you all."

She got the crowd reaction everyone always hoped for. A loud amount of cheers.

"I know you're waiting for me to call out someone but I wanna do things differently. I've had a lot on my mind for a long time and that has left me no room to actually bitch with the other women backstage so I don't really have beef with anyone. So instead I'll lay it out like this. If anyone out there wants to take me on, well, bring it on," she said.

Ten long seconds passed and then Punk's music started. He walked in with a smirk on his face and wasted no time with taking in cheers or boos. He just walked straight down the ramp towards the ring and towards her. Even though she felt scared, she refused to back down. This man had held her body prisoner first and then her mind for a longer time and she wasn't gonna let him anymore.

"What are you doing out here?" She asked.
"Taking your challenge," he answered.
"I was referring to the female locker room," she said.
"I don't care," he said.
"So that's it? You wanna throw punches at me?" She asked.
"Oh yeah. That and so much more. And who's gonna stop me? You? No, you just take it like the little bitch you are and maybe, just maybe, I'll stop before I break any bones," he said darkly.

He slapped her and she turned her head while dropping her jaw. She had expected a punch or a kick but not a fucking slap.

"I am however gonna break your face. No man will ever want you once I'm done," he said.
"Really, Punk? You slap like that? And you call me a little bitch," she said provokingly.

He started grinning and then another slap to her other cheek. This time she didn't waste any time but slapped him right back. She knew it would piss him off and she found herself backed up in the corner quicker than ever with his hands around her throat, slowly squeezing the air out of her.

"Don't worry, bitch, I'm not gonna choke you out. At least not yet. When your world starts to go black, I'll stop, but I'll make damn sure you'll feel everything I'm gonna do to you afterwards. Every punch, every kick, every time my knife will slice down that pretty face of yours," he said.

She knew which knife he talked about. She had seen it many times and been threatened with it just as many times but he had never used it on her. Somehow she had no doubts today would be the day it would happen. She had slapped him back, something she had never done before. She knew it wouldn't go unpunished.

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He let go off her and walked backwards with a smirk on his face. They both looked towards the stairs as Roman, Seth and Dean came walking down, looking mean as always. The jumped over the barricade, rolled inside the ring and placed themselves in the middle so that Punk and Emily couldn't reach each other. The crowd was going crazy, not knowing who they were actually out there to protect or hurt, and even Emily had her doubts while Punk seemed convinced they were there for him.

"Boys, you don't have to. I got this," he said.
"Yeah, we do," Roman said.
"Punk, man," Dean grinned. "There was a time where we almost called you a friend. Almost. You didn't quite get there."

Dean started bouncing on the spot as he always did when he was getting amped up.

"Who am I kidding?" He suddenly started chuckling before his entire face went dark. "Friendship was never even in consideration."
"Guys?" Punk looked nervous for the first time.
"You used us and part of us always knew but you used us in the wrong way," Seth said.
"You come out here talking about breaking her bones and slicing up her face. Nah-ah, man," Roman said.
"What is this about?" Punk took a hesitent step backwards.
"I think Dean can put it into words best," Seth smirked.
"No one..." Dean growled before shouting out the rest. "...hurts our girl!"

He leaped forward, crashing into Punk's stomach, sending both men straight down. Blow after blow was delivered to Punk's face, anger boiling more and more for each drop of blood Dean could pull from Punk's face.

"Dean!" Seth shouted.
"Right, right," Dean moved away from Punk. "You're gonna have some fun too."

Seth and Roman moved in to stand on each side of Punk, stomping down on any part of his body they could hit, hoping he would wake up next day with one entire big bruise covering him from neck to toes.

"Guys!" Dean was the one shouting this time.

They stopped and looked at him and he was smiling while turning his head to look at Emily.

"Get him up!" Seth barked.

Roman and Seth grabbed an arm each and yanked Punk up to his knees.

"You wanna break a bone or two, babe?" Seth asked.
"I'd rather cut off his dick," she answered.
"You want me to go get a meat cleaver?" Dean asked.
"Dean? Seriously?" Roman laughed.
"What? You can't deny it's fucking hot picturing her with a cleaver in her hand," Dean said.
"Yes, I can, because I can also imagine her trying to use it on us," Roman was still laughing.
"Uh!" Seth grabbed his balls with his free hand as he imagined that scenario.
"Relax, I'm not gonna cut anything of anyone," she said. "However, I am gonna do this."

She took a step forward a superkicked Punk straight in the face. He tumbled backwards out of Seth and Roman's hands and landed on his back.

"Holy fuck! I didn't think he could bleed anymore," Dean laughed.
"I think it's safe to say you broke his nose," Seth said.
"And half his teeth," Dean added.
"Good job, baby girl," Roman put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek. "Just one last thing now."

He stepped to the side while Seth and Dean grabbed Punk and yanked him up to stand. Roman tilted backwards and let out a massive roar before Punk was being placed on his shoulders by Seth and Dean. A loud thud was heard as Punk came crashing down hard.

"Let that be a warning to you," Roman said.
"You don't ever touch her again!" Dean shouted.

They rolled out of the ring and looked up at her. The anger in their eyes had disappeared and instead they looked remorseful.

"You coming, sugar?" Dean asked.
"You're actually asking?" She asked.
"Yeah, no more of Punk's bullshit. We're doing things right if you'll let us," Roman said.
"If you'll still have us," Dean whispered and bit his lip.
"Maybe," she twisted a little teasing smile.
"We're going home tonight. We'd like for you to come home with us," Seth reached out his hand.
"Home?" She asked.
"It's your home too," Seth said, shaking his hand a bit. "You're gonna leave me hanging looking like a fool? I deserve it, I know that, but I really want you to take my hand and come with us. Please, babe."

There wasn't much rabid dog over any of their faces as they stood there looking up at her with hopeful eyes. If anything they looked more like lost puppies. She couldn't push them away anymore. They finally seemed to get it. She walked over, stepped through the ropes, took Seth's hand and allowed him to help her down. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his head down in her hair.

"I love you," he said. "We should have been honest from the beginning."

As they walked through the hallway, Bray was leaning up against a wall as usual, undoubtedly learning more truths about everyone than anyone cared for him to know. He grinned at them all but focused his eyes on her.

"Your wings are looking good, butterfly," he said.

She moved in to hug him and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Thanks for everything, Bray," she said.
"Don't be a stranger," he said.
"I won't," she promised.
"And if they give you any shit again, you come see me. Good old Bray got your back. Always," he said.

Normal talk filled the car as they drove home. It wasn't until Seth parked in the driveway and turned off the engine that everything seemed to change. For a few seconds no one spoke and then Dean turned around in the passenger seat and looked at her.

"I love you, sugar. I don't say that to a lot of people and those few I do tell don't get to hear it often. I just need you to know that I do even though I might not say it enough. I'll show you everyday though," he said.
"We all will," Roman pulled her close in the back seat. "I love you, baby girl. I'll be sure to tell you way too many times each day to earn up for the times Dean leaves it out."
"You're so corny," Dean rolled his eyes.
"And Seth?" She asked.
"Don't ever doubt my love for you. If you're ever in any doubt about anything when it comes to us, don't hesitate to come talk to us. Just like we won't leave you out anymore," Seth said.
"Talk," Roman nodded. "We need to talk."
"About what?" She asked.
"About rules," Dean grinned.
"And a safeword," Roman added.
"Unless you don't want us to be rough and use force anymore," Seth found her eyes in the rear view mirror.
"I didn't say that," she quickly said.

The statement earned her three chuckles and some dirty looks.

"Right, rules. No tying me down," she said.
"Learned that the hard way," Dean said contritely.
"Feel free to hold me down all you want and even be three against one like you used to. That I love," she said.
"Yeah, I remember how wet you got in no time," Roman bit down on her shoulder with a chuckle.
"No beating unless it's a good ass spanking," she said.
"I'm on that job," Seth quickly said.
"Hey!" Dean hit Seth over the back of his head. "Share like a good boy."

This time it was her chuckling and getting a dirty look in her eyes.

"And you know, just test the waters. As much as I love to play it rough, I also need those normal boring love making sections that you've also brought to the table," she said.
"Sections," Roman laughed. "We'll love you alright, baby girl, just the way you want it and deserve it."
"And safeword?" Dean asked.
"I don't know. Taxi maybe?" She let it out as a question.
"Don't ask. Just pick a random word that none of us would ever use during sex," Seth said.
"Okay, taxi then. I don't wanna go back to the old one since that has bad memories to it," she said.

She felt Roman take her hand and squeeze tight. Just that statement alone could make him angry. It didn't take many brain cells to fill out the missing parts. She felt the anger boiling from the two front seats as well.

"Okay, we're good here, right?" She tried lightening the mood.
"Yes, let's get inside," Seth said.

They all stepped out of the car and the guys went to the trunk to get all of their bags. She took a few steps away, looking up at the house, then out in the darkness before moving her eyes back to them. Why not use their anger for something good now that she had the chance? It had been three long and very dry weeks and she was feeling the old yearning burning in her mind. The thought alone already had her wet and she knew it was only gonna get worse from there. Why wait till they got inside?

"Hey guys!" She called.

All three of them looked over at her.

"Yeah?" Dean asked.
"How far do you think I can get away before you catch me?" She asked.
"You wanna leave us again already?" Seth couldn't believe it.

She licked her lips and twisted a little smirk before turning around and started running out in the darkness. It didn't take more than one second for the guys to catch up on her idea and sprint after her. They caught up with her quickly and tackled her down on the grass, careful not to actually hurt her as she fell. She struggled the best she could but Roman captured her arms and held them down while Seth and Dean grabbed a leg each. Seth's hand quickly travelled down her jeans and into her panties.

"Already so fucking wet. You're a horny little one, aren't you?" He put on a menacing tone for the act, knowing it didn't actually scare her.
"We're gonna have so much fun with this one," Dean said.

He opened her jeans and yanked them down far enough for Seth to be able to move his hand freely which he quickly took advantage of and started thrusting two fingers inside her. Dean ripped her panties off so he and Roman could better watch.

"One more, Seth," Roman begged. "Fill her up to a point where she feels like ripping."

A third finger was added and she whimpered loudly while her walls contracted around Seth's fingers.

"She is ready to be fucked hard," Seth said.
"So fuck her!" Roman demanded.

Seth grinned at his brother before pulling his fingers out and yanking her jeans off her entirely. He was fast between her legs, breaking the zipper on his own jeans as he was too eager to get them down to his knees. He thrust into her, feeling like he was back in heaven, thrusting as hard as he could. Dean pushed her top up and managed to get her out of it and her bra with Roman's help. His teeth found her nipple while Roman held her down again. It didn't take long for Seth to fuck her into her first orgasm, crying out in pleasure to three satisfied smirks, and Seth's own orgasm followed shortly after.

"Fuck, that's some high class pussy!" He panted as he pulled out.

Dean laid down on his back, opened his jeans and pushed them down.

"Get her on top of me," he said.

Seth and Roman grabbed her and forced her down to straddle Dean, holding her in place while he grabbed her hips and started thrusting up into her fast.

"Come on, pretty girl!" He hissed and slapped her ass. "Fucking cum on my dick!"

She did a minute later as he continued to thrust over the right spot, never once slowing down. He dug his nails into her ass cheeks and growled out loud as he came too.

"I knew it," he chuckled. "You fucking love this dick."

Strong hands grabbed her around her waist and lifted her off Dean. She was placed down on all four next to him and her knees had barely hit the grass before Roman thrust into her from behind. Dean still laid on his back, grinning up at her, reaching up to grab her hair and pull her head closer, watching her as Roman made her cum a third time.

"That's my girl," Roman sighed as he pulled out.
"Our girl," Seth corrected.

Dean pulled her down to rest on his arm while they all caught their breaths.

"How about I run you a bath while those two cook?" He asked and kissed the top of her head.
"You're gonna clean me too?" She asked.
"If you'll let me," she could feel him smirk against her head.
"Clean, not fuck," she giggled.
"I can do both," he laughed.

Seth placed a soft kick to Dean's thigh and shook his head.

"What do you want to eat, baby girl?" Roman asked.
"Anything that involves pasta," she answered.
"That's doable," Seth said.

Roman reached his hands down and helped her up from the grass. Seth gathered her clothes while Dean got up as well. Once he was up, he placed an arm around her shoulders.

"Can I just say it's fucking hot when you ride my dick like that?" He said.
"I didn't ride anything. Those two held me still while you fucked the shit out of me," she said.
"Still fucking hot. Would you by any chance be up for a double team at some point?" He turned his head to look at Seth and Roman who suddenly seemed very interested in knowing that answer.
"We've already done that before," she said.
"I'm not talking about using your mouth," he moved his arm down to let a finger run over the entrance to her ass.
"Oh!" She finally understood.
"Yeah, big oh!" He chuckled.
"Not in a rough sexgame like that. That would go under the normal boring love making sections I mentioned earlier," she said.
"Yeah, because it doesn't get more normal or boring than to stuff you with two dicks at the same time," Seth laughed.
"If you laugh, you get to watch while I play with the other two," she shot him a look.
"You wouldn't!" He sounded heartbroken.
"Watch me," she stuck out her tongue.

He quickly yanked her away from Dean and grabbed her jaw.

"Give me that tongue," he said before kissing her.

She moaned softly as Roman grabbed her ass while Seth was still kissing her. He finally broke the kiss but kept a grip on her jaw.

"So, double team is a yes. Tonight?" He smirked.
"If you're good," she said.
"I'll be fucking good," he promised and laughed. "I'll cook the best pasta you've ever had and then move in for the dessert."
"But first, I promised her a bath," Dean pulled her over in his arms again.

Seth and Roman both planted their hands in their sides as they gave Dean a hard look. She on the other hand just giggled.

"Is it always gonna be like this? You three fighting over me?" She asked.
"Yes," Roman chuckled.
"Bath, sugar," Dean leaned down to nibble on her earlobe." Then food and lots of sex."
"I'm not getting any sleep tonight, am I?" She asked.
"Nope," Dean grinned.
"You're not getting any sleep the next four days," Seth laughed.