Title: Pledge of Justice

By: ItReignsJustice-619

Rating: NC-17, sexual content, adult themes, language

Characters: Roman Reigns x OC, Dean Ambrose x OC, Seth Rollins x OC

Summary: After everything he's put her through, Roman wants to prove his love to Karolina. A trip to Germany is what he has in mind. Two-shot. Sequel to "Please protect me from injustice", "The eye of justice is always watching", "Will justice prevail?!", "Justice has been served", "The sweet taste of justice", "Justice always wins", "What's mine is yours" & "The mystery of justice".

Disclaimer: I do not know or own any of the people in this story who are not born of my imagination. The characters of the WWE superstars are based off of their TV personas. I prefer to use their gimmick names and not their real-life names as I personally think that this seems to be easier for everyone to read.

Here you can find the links to the original stories:

"Please protect me from injustice" ( s/9046424/1/Please-protect-me-from-injustice),

"The eye of justice is always watching" ( s/9483245/1/The-eye-of-justice-is-always-watching)

"Will justice prevail?!" ( s/9572393/1/Will-justice-prevail)

"Justice has been served" ( s/9856895/1/Justice-has-been-served)

"The sweet taste of justice" ( s/10139709/1/The-sweet-taste-of-justice)

"Justice always wins" (s/10274034/1/Justice-always-wins)

"What's mine is yours" ( s/10877443/1/What-s-mine-is-yours) and "The mystery of justice" ( s/11623264/1/The-mystery-of-justice) .

Thanks SO much for the support you've given me for all the stories of this series. You guys are amazing.

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I can't let go of them…I simply can't. Maybe I should. Or shouldn't I? Ugh…who am I trying to fool? lol

Okay, don't get your hopes up, folks. This is short and sweet. I wish I had the time to write another long-ass story, but work is not allowing me to do so. I know, it sucks. Maybe somebody should tell my boss to give me at least 30 to 60 minutes a day that I could use to write write write :D

Enough of my babbling…onto the 'story'. Enjoy, my friends!

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Chapter 1

"It's not like they don't provide you with any snacks on the plane, babe. Do we really have to do this now? We're already running late," Karolina sighed in annoyance, softy dragging Leni into Walmart by her hand while Roman was carrying a very tired Siaki on his left arm.

"We're flying with Lufthansa, babygirl. I'm quite certain they don't have those Doritos I'm craving for right now," Roman teased, winking at her with a mischievous smirk on his face.

"PMS much?" she smiled at him sweetly, grinning when he mouthed the words 'Fuck you' to her.

"Can I have chocolate?" Leni mumbled sleepily, interrupting her parents' playful banter, rubbing her tired eyes.

Both Leni and Siaki were drowsy and exhausted. The excitement of going on a plane and flying to their mother's hometown in Germany had not allowed them to fall asleep until the early morning hours.

"It's too early for chocolate now, sweetheart. And we don't want it to melt, now do we?" Karolina asked her oldest rhetorically, hugging her into her side gently.

"But why can daddy have Doritos then? That's not fair," she questioned, looking up at her mother expectantly, innocently batting her long eyelashes.

Karolina closed her eyes for a brief moment, trying to collect herself. She gazed at her husband pleadingly, hoping that he would have a proper and reasonable explanation for their little daughter but when she saw the look of desperation in his eyes, she knew there simply was none.

"You know what? Since it's the first day of our vacation, everybody can pick something of their choosing. Now how does that sound?" Karolina offered, chuckling when both her children and her husband squealed in delight. He was such a goofball sometimes.

Roman quickly let go of Siaki when he became fussy in his arms, both Leni and him running ahead to the candy aisle, leaving the parents alone.

"This is your fault, Reigns," she admonished the father of her kids, wagging her right index finger at him, yelping when he bit it blandly. "Ouch, that hurt."

"That's for bruising my back last night, sweetheart," he whispered seductively, brushing her lips in a chaste kiss with his own. "I hope you packed that ointment for me. We don't want this to leave marks on me, do we?"

"Maybe we do," she retorted innocently yet self-confidently, looking deep into his eyes, raising an eyebrow when he grinned at her whimsically.

"We were running late, weren't we, Mrs Reigns?" he asked out of nowhere, momentarily ruining the intense moment between them, but not without winking at her provocatively a second later.

When he turned around to catch up with his children, he ruggedly bumped into someone, catching them just in time before they could fall. But the very moment he realized who it was, he immediately let go, almost pushing them away ungently.

The world was standing still. He could hear no sound, everything around him turning blurry and dark. He felt sick to his stomach.

Cassandra.

"Karolina? Let's go...we need to hurry up," he stuttered nervously, his voice hoarse and barely above a whisper.

When he turned to face his wife, with horror and anxiety reflecting in his eyes, all colour had drained from her face, making her look sick and fragile. He couldn't believe this was happening to them. Not now, not ever.

"Karolina...," he urged her impatiently, taking one of her hands into his, trying to turn her focus on him and away from Cassandra.

There was an inexplicable tension between the two women, both of them staring at each other indifferently, none of them saying a word and holding their respective breaths.

It had been two months since Roman and Karolina reconciled. And so far, everything appeared to run smoothly. Now, in a matter of seconds, all of this seemed to take a completely different turn.

The air was so thick it could be cut with a knife, animosity radiating off both the women's bodies with Roman caught in the middle. He was helpless, desperate even. He felt uncomfortable seeing Cassie, but that was nothing compared to what he felt when he looked at his wife. Anguish and fear were dictating his breathing, his heartbeat. He was lost in the moment, lost in the pain he realized he had caused both these women.

"Mommy, Daddy, can I please have two things? Pretty pretty please...I can't decide what I want more...I promise I will neeeever eeeever ask again...," Leni yelled from far away, running toward her parents, Siaki in tow a little behind.

That woke Karolina from her state of trance, her heart bumping so loud that she could hear it in her own ears. She didn't want the woman across from her to see or even feel any of this. She wanted to come across as self-confident and unfazed.

Yes, Cassandra was the woman that tried to steal her man from her. And as stupid as some people might think Karolina was for doing so, but she took Roman back after he tried everything in his power to make things right between them again. She believed that everybody deserved a second chance.

"Okay...," Karo replied firmly after having taken a deep breath, eventually breaking eye contact with Cassandra before glancing at Roman for a split second and turning to her children with a soft yet fake smile plastered on her face. "It's an exception though. You do know that, right? Let's go now...we need to hurry up. The plane's not going to wait for us slowpokes."

And with that she left with their children, leaving Roman alone with Cassandra, an awkward silence between them.

He kept staring at the floor for what felt like an eternity. It felt as if he was frozen in place, not being able to move. What had just transpired between the three of them, he couldn't put into words. It appeared to have thrown them back a couple of steps in their process of trusting each other again. And it wasn't even his fault this time.

"Roman...," Cassandra said softly several moments later, cautiously touching his arm with her fingertips, startled when he flinched, pulling his arm away abruptly.

"There's nothing to talk about, Cassandra," he snapped, annoyed at himself, at her and the whole situation in itself. "I...sorry...I've gotta go."

He didn't even glance back at her, running off, as fast as he could, hoping to catch up with his little family but they were out of sight already, leaving him with a heavy heart in his chest.

He never wanted this to happen. He was hoping that he would never see her again. That Karo would never see her again. But who was he trying to fool? They were living in the same city. There would always be that possibility to clash.

As soon as he left the supermarket, he could see his wife buckle up their youngest, making sure that he was safe. He loved that about her. The way she cared for them all, giving them their unconditional love without asking for anything in return. He didn't deserve her. He knew that he really didn't.

"I didn't want this to happen," Roman muttered dejected the moment Karo closed Siaki's car door, both kids out of earshot now. "I'm so sorry."

"I know, Roman. It's...you know...what am I supposed to say?" she wondered aloud, sighing heavily while running a shaky hand through her long blond hair, the question not directed at anyone in particular. "Seeing her was not something I was looking forward to. I mean...who am I trying to fool? It still fucking hurts. And it makes me angry, too. But it's in the past. We're living in the present. And you are my future. You and these crazy ass kids who just can't seem to stop knocking on that damn window."

She turned to look at her kids in the car and made a silly face, knowing that they were trying to grab their parents' attention, both of them now laughing hysterically at their mother's antics.

"I don't deserve you," he finally spoke out what kept running through his head, gently grabbing her by the hips and pulling her close, not letting his children distract him. "You're so selfless and generous. I couldn't ask for a better wife. And these crazy ass kids you're talking about? They have the most beautiful and caring mother anybody could wish for."

He parted his lips to continue praising her but she stopped him tenderly by pressing her index finger on his lips, smiling at him reassuringly, but the smile was not quite reaching her eyes.

"Shh, don't. It's okay. Let it go, Roman," she pleaded with him, knowing that he was continuously burdening himself with the pain and weight of betraying his family over and over again, but if she was willing to move past all of this, then so should he. "We really need to go now though...you know we're..."

"Running late? Yes," he swiftly replied, pecking her lips quickly before grabbing the car keys from her, looking at her hopefully. "I hope you still bought those Doritos for me."

...

A 12-hour flight with two small children was never a walk in the park. That was another lesson that both Roman and Karolina had just learned.

They landed in Munich/Germany about an hour before, the time difference of 7 hours taking its toll on them all, so Karo was grateful that Roman had offered to read their kids a bedtime story while she unpacked a couple of things that they would need for the next morning.

They were expected at her parents' house for lunch the following day, this being the first time Bettina and Herbert would see their son-in-law after everything that had happened between him and their daughter. They had promised Karo faithfully not to judge him. She even begged them not to address the issue – at all. She wanted this to be a happy and peaceful family vacation. It was time to finally move on.

Karolina stopped dead in her tracks when her eyes landed on Roman's cell phone. He had thrown it on the bed aimlessly before carrying their kids to the adjacent hotel bedroom, probably not thinking much about it.

She closed her eyes tightly for a brief moment, taking a deep and heavy breath. A glance back at the closed door reassured her that Roman was still busy putting their children to bed, the nagging voice in her head urging her not to do it, but her fingers were faster than her brain, making her grab the phone nervously, clutching it in her hands tightly.

She swallowed hard when she swept her index finger across the display, unlocking his phone effortlessly. He hadn't even put a code lock on his iPhone, which surprised her.

She kept telling herself to stop, to trust him and not to control him, but she had no power over herself, her motions automatic, like she was a robot. Her eyes scanned his apps, instantly finding his Pic Gallery which she swiftly opened, not even thinking about it twice.

Pictures of her, their kids and their little family caught her eye, another one of Dean, Seth and him, probably on the road, all of them holding up a bottle of beer, cheesy grins on their faces. She scrolled through his camera roll, but there was nothing suspicious or even disturbing. Nothing that would give away that he was still unfaithful to her.

But what about his text messages? Should she check them as well? That was a rhetorical question because she certainly knew that she shouldn't. They were working on rebuilding their trust in each other. But she just couldn't help it. The uncertainty and insecurity, especially after running into Cassandra just before their departure, had reached its peak and she had no control over her actions any longer.

Dean, Seth, Babygirl, Mom, Hunter, Shan, ...

"What are you doing, Karolina?" a deep, raspy voice ended her snoopery in an instant, her breath caught in her throat, tears immediately forming in her big, blue eyes. "Karolina..."

She didn't have the guts to turn around, didn't have the courage to face him and look him in the eyes. She was embarrassed. And disappointed – in herself. It was her who kept promising him that she was okay, that she was willing to trust him again. Yet here she was, breaking that promise as if it meant nothing. She was at a loss for words.

She felt his hands on her shoulders, a lump forming in her throat when he gently turned her around, his cell phone still in her shaky hands.

He lifted her chin with his index finger, urging her softly to look at him, but her eyes still wouldn't meet his.

"Look at me, babygirl," he pleaded, his voice soft and barely above a whisper.

The moment he caught her with his phone in her hands, he was mad. Mad at her for not trusting him, for lying to him. He was mad that she would something like this, mad at her for snooping around and for intruding into his privacy. But then, in a matter of seconds, he knew that she wasn't even to blame. That he was the one that was responsible for her insecurities and fears.

"I'm sorry," she sniffled, single tears streaming down her face, the look in her eyes reflecting hurt and anxiety. "I shouldn't have. I didn't want to but then I w..."

"Shh, hush...it's okay...," he tried to soothe her, taking the cell phone she was handing him and throwing it back onto the bed carelessly.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders lovingly, his right hand entangling in her hair and massaging her scalp. He pulled her close, her face now pressed against his broad chest.

The way his heart beat steadily against her ear had a calming effect on her, his tender kisses on top of her head reassuring her that he wasn't mad at her.

"Why, Karolina?" he asked warily after several minutes of silence, the only sounds filling the room her heart-wrenching sobs, shaking her whole body.

He gently let go of her, softly breaking their embrace. He looked at her expectantly after taking a small step back, his heart breaking for her when he saw her blood-shot eyes and puffy cheeks.

"I don't know...I can't even explain...I...God...," she stuttered anxiously, rubbing her eyes and wiping her nose with the sleeve of her blouse – very unladylike, but she currently felt anything but ladylike anyways nor did she really care.

"You still don't trust me," he concluded for her with a heavy sigh, swallowing hard when she immediately broke eye contact, confirming his fears.

"I'm so sorry," she murmured, another sob escaping her lips.

"No, I'm sorry," he whispered, trying hard to suppress the tears from spilling from his own eyes. He had no right to cry, had no right to be pitied for something he was to blame for. "I fucked this up. It's my fault that you can't trust me, that you have doubts. I need to learn and understand that this takes time. How could I even think you could forgive and forget so easily?"

He stopped his monologue abruptly when she suddenly sank down on the edge of the bed, her sobs shaking her whole body uncontrollably, her hands now pulling her hair.

"Karolina...stop it," he urged her, appalled, kneeling down in front of her, taking her hands into his so that she would stop hurting herself. "I am not blaming you. And I'm not going to push you. But we need to be honest with each other if we want this to work. We need to communicate, be open with one another. You can't tell me that you're fine when you're not. As much as I wish I could, I can't read your mind. I don't know how you're feeling. I...I really thought I knew you like the back of my hand, but if you...if you keep doing this, putting on a façade...there's only so much I can do."

Roman was desperate. He wanted his wife back. Body and soul. Maybe they were rushing things after all. Maybe he shouldn't have slept with her that night of their 'first' date. But who was he trying to fool? They both wanted it, needed it. But maybe, just maybe, they should have given each other time to process all of it. Yet here they were, with him moving back into their house a day later, letting their kids and friends know about them reconciling. As if nothing had happened...

"I need help, Roman," Karo admitted breathlessly, her swollen eyes now locking with his once again, desperation evident in her voice. "I can't do this on my own."

He searched her eyes thoughtfully, lifting her right hand softly and kissing each and every knuckle before eventually nodding his head. "Maybe marriage counselling would help us. I...we...yes, maybe that's what we need. You and me both. I want us to do this as a couple. We can work something out. I want to know what I can do to make you feel better, to make you trust me again. Give us a chance, babygirl. We can make this work. I promise."

She remained silent, just staring at him wordlessly, processing what he was trying to tell her. She knew he was right. They needed to do this together, work on their relationship, and rebuild trust. This affected both of them, not only her.

"Yes...yes, I would like to do that," she agreed after a while, nodding her head to emphasize her statement. "As soon as we get back to Pensacola, we should look for a therapist."

Roman buried his hands in her hair, pulling her close, his lips meeting hers in a sensual and loving kiss. He wanted her to feel his love for her, wanted her to know how much she meant to him.

"I don't have anything to hide...not anymore. I swear to God," he vowed in between kisses, his right hand now cupping her cheek, looking deep into her eyes. "You're the only one for me. And I'll prove it to you."

That was all he needed to say before grabbing her by the hips and throwing her back onto the bed, showing her just how much he loved her, the only and most effective way he knew how to right in that very moment: by making love to her.

...

"Mommy, why is there snow on the mountains but not here on the streets?" Leni asked curiously, making Karolina smile.

Roman was driving them to Bettina and Herbert's house with their black Audi A6 Avant rental car, this being the first time that their children were actually visiting Germany, the country their mother was born and raised in.

"These mountains, the Alps, are veeery high, sweetheart. And the higher it is, the colder it gets. Which means it can snow there, even though it is sunny down here," Karo tried to explain, turning around to witness her children's mesmerized eyes when they stared outside the car windows, exploring the environment.

Being in Germany was a completely different world to them. Although they understood German, since Karolina spoke it with them on a regular basis, the surroundings were downright new to them. Leni and Siaki were growing up by the beach and the sea, surrounded by palms and sunny weather. Here they saw snowy mountains, large lakes and enormous forests.

"Can we buy this house, mommy?" Siaki wondered aloud when he caught a glimpse of a castle that poked out of the forest in front of them, his tiny index finger pointing forward.

"I wish we could, honey, but this house is a castle. It's called 'Schloss Neuschwanstein' and was built by a King. King Ludwig II, to be exact," she explained proudly, giggling when Siaki's eyes almost popped out of his head when Karo mentioned a King.

"That is SO cool," the little boy shrieked, clapping his hands together excitedly.

Karolina slowly turned back to face Roman when she felt his hand on her left thigh, a content and happy smile on his face.

"What?" she more stated than asked, covering his hand with her own, intertwining their fingers.

"I love this," he immediately replied, glancing over at her for a brief moment. "How you explain your home to them. How they soak up every piece of information you give them. This is part of who they are...they finally understand where you, where they are coming from. Took us long enough to bring them here."

She was about to reply when both Leni and Siaki made gagging noises, the two of them holding their respective nose, grimacing.

"Daddy, can you please open the windows, I think Siaki soiled his nappy," Leni coughed, her eyes watery from the stench.

"No, you did," Siaki yelled, punching his big sister in the arm, making her yelp. "You soiled your nappy. Mommy, tell her I don't need diapers anymore. I'm a big boy already."

Roman and Karolina simultaneously looked at each other, both of them cracking up laughing hysterically. They knew they probably shouldn't laugh, not wanting to hurt their children's feelings, but they just couldn't help it.

"Relax you two, nobody soiled a nappy," Roman panted breathlessly, wiping his eyes with one hand as tears of joy started forming in his eyes, glancing at his kids through the rear-view mirror before he started explaining. "That's the country air. Look at all those cows in the meadow over there. And all those fields where they seed vegetables on the other side. Sometimes that...stinks."

"It certainly does," Karo mumbled to herself, making Roman laugh heartily, a blush gracing her face now. She actually didn't want him to hear that.

Although her parents were now living in the countryside in the south of Germany, she grew up in Bavaria's capital city called Munich. She was a city girl after all. And she definitely didn't like the country air smell either.

"Ugh...I hope it doesn't stink like that in Granny's house," Leni muttered in disgust, wrinkling her nose. If that was the case, she would go back to Pensacola by foot - if she really had to.

"Speaking of Granny's house," Karolina said excitedly after a few more moments, waiting for Roman to turn the corner until her parents' house was finally in sight. "We're here...we're home."