"I promise." He'd told her when she asked if she could trust him with her heart.

She knew about his reputation. The man liked to sleep around. He was allergic to commitment. He was the king of one-night stands.

All of her friends warned her; even his. She didn't listen.

She was the polar opposite. She wanted to find a nice man and date if they were compatible. The woman was a romantic at heart and couldn't resist his charms – those damn dimples and that sinful voice - when he asked her out.

She made it very clear he would never get in her pants on the first date and; once she let him, if he expected to get in them again, they would have to be exclusive.

"I promise."

Dean Ambrose was smitten with Katrina Masters. She was a balm to his battered heart and a peaceful calm in the chaos of his professional life. She handled his moods with understanding and kindness, and babied the volatile Lunatic Fringe when he was sore or injured. Dean couldn't be happier with his little angel.

She was generally a soft-spoken person until it came to her job – a backstage producer for WWE – and then she turned into a demon; yelling at everyone to be ready to go on time, collect their scripts and make sure to go over spots before show time. If someone asked what her job was she'd answer "animal handler".

She was a lot like him, temperament-wise. She was quiet and watchful off the clock but during work hours, she unleashed a beast. He could swear she saved up all her frustration and anger during the day to expend on him and his co-workers at night.

He found the woman quite endearing and completely adorable – all 5'6", waist-length brown hair, bright green eyes, and perfectly proportioned shapely body.

Dean took his little hellcat out on several dates before he finally tried to get her into bed, and that is when she asked if she could trust him with her heart.

"I promise."

That was two years ago, and he had remained faithful to her the whole time. Three months ago, he asked her to marry him and she joyously accepted, jumping into his arms after he slid a stunning diamond ring on to her finger.

"I promise."

She never saw it coming. There wasn't a hint of trouble on their horizon until…there was.

They were on separate legs of the UK Tour and Katrina was missing Dean something fierce. Texts and phone calls just didn't appease her loneliness so she arranged switching with another producer.

It was a huge hassle for management, and the Superstars they were responsible for; since each producer handled things differently, but Steph and Hunter agreed without complaint. She was particularly close to the McMahons/Helmsleys and was Hunter's second-in-command at NXT.

They loved Katrina's work ethic and the fact that she didn't take any shit from the roster. They trusted her enough to leave her in charge when they took time off. And after this great switch, they swore they'd never separate her from Dean again.

Dean's tour was a day ahead of hers when it came to the London stop so she rented a car and drove like a madwoman to catch up. Hunter checked in with her periodically on the road to make sure she was okay, and she made him promise not to tell Dean she was coming. "I want him to be surprised." She arrived when the show was over and most Superstars had retired to the hotel for much needed sleep.

As one of the backstage bosses it was simple for her to get his room number and a key since she was essentially responsible for them. She made her way up the elevator with a smile on her face; despite how exhausted she was, and stepped off on his floor dragging her carry-on behind her. Finding his room, she slid the key card in, waited until it flashed green and quietly opened the door.

"I promise."

The sound met her ears the instant the door closed behind her; the smile fading from her face. She knew what it was but out of some morbid sense of curiosity, she had to see it with her eyes. She felt numb when she released the handle of her bag by the door and; tears already blurring her vision, she blindly made her way towards the bedroom. Reaching out a shaking hand, she pushed the door open fully and felt the knife plunge into her heart.

It was like a bad car accident. She couldn't look away even though it was the most horrible thing she'd ever seen.

Dean's muscular back was to her; his body hovering over some faceless blonde while his hips drove into her. Her cheap nails with chipped red polish were digging into his back and Kat distinctly heard him snap at her "don't fucking mark me!"

Those words just made her question how many times he had done this while they've been together – not wanting marks from his sexual trysts to bring his infidelity to light. Her head began to swim and bile rose in her throat with every slap of skin on skin. If she had anything in her stomach, she'd surely throw up on the carpet.

Why couldn't she move? She'd seen the proof with her own eyes; she should walk out but her body wasn't listening to her brain. It almost seemed as if her mind insisted that she bear witness to his complete betrayal. She stood rooted to the spot, watching her fiancé fuck another woman and only allowed her eyes to fall closed when he jerked his release into the wailing female.

Katrina kept her eyes closed; head lowered with tears flooding down her cheeks while the two came down from their respective orgasms. She retreated so far into her thoughts that she failed to hear the startled gasp from the woman in the bed.

"Kat? Baby, what are you doing here?" Dean scrambled to untangle himself from the woman and sheets. "Get off of me!" He growled at both before rolling out of bed. "Katrina?" He walked up to her, hands in the air when he saw her clench her tear-filled eyes and turn her face away when she caught sight of his softening cock. "Goddamn it!" He gripped his hair in his hands before stripping off the filled condom still on his dick.

She had pivoted on her heel; leaving the scene of his betrayal when his hand clamped down on her shoulder, and the most ridiculous words a man could ever utter left his mouth.

"Baby, it isn't what it looks like."

A memory of them watching a movie together flashed through her mind. A man cheating on his girlfriend said the same thing when she caught him. Kat shook her head and told Dean that was the worst thing a man could ever say in a situation like that. Not only is it a bold-faced lie but he's insulting her intelligence at the same time. He agreed.

"I suppose it isn't what I think too." Her voice was eerily calm when she turned and forced her eyes to remain on his face. "I'm not worth remaining loyal to and I'm fucking stupid? Is that it?"

"No…" Dean backtracked; realizing his error in word choice.

"It looks like you were getting your dick wet in a woman that isn't your fiancée. I mean maybe you think it's possible for you to trip and a condom to jump in the air for your dick to fall into before you fell into her but I'm not that fucking stupid." She shrugged his hand off her shoulder, stared at the ceiling and furiously wiped at the never-ending tears flowing from her eyes. "All of our friends warned me and I said 'not my Dean; he loves me.' I was a fucking fool."

"Katrina, baby, please – let's talk about this." Dean tried to take her arms in his shaking hands but she kept slapping them away.

"Am I supposed to sit here and wait for your whore to get dressed and walk by me on the way out or is she just going to stay in the bed and wait until we're done? I can't believe I came here because I missed you." She turned her back on him; pressing her forehead into her palms. "If I didn't come I wouldn't have found out what a deceitful prick you are but I fucked up so many peoples' schedules just so that I could be with you and this is what I got in return."

"Kat, please, I'm sorry!" Dean had tears shining in his blue eyes, feeling everything unravel around him and helpless to stop it. "Let's go somewhere and talk."

"You want me to wait for you to get dressed and go out with you smelling like a rubber and a sloppy slut? No, we don't have anything to talk about ever again except when you need to be out of the house so I can move my shit out." She backed away from him, clenching her jaw while tears continued their trek down her cheeks.

"Katrina, darlin, please don't say that. I love you." He took her shoulders between his palms, looking down into her heartbroken eyes. "I'm begging you to give me a chance to fix this. I can't lose you."

"You lost me the instant you cheated on me." She pushed him back a few steps and kicked him right in his junk, letting him collapse to the floor. "You promised me I could trust you. You fucking promised! You goddamn liar." She spun towards the door, grabbing the handle of her carry-on and opening the door to find Roman banging on it.

"I've been pounding on the door for a few minutes." Roman gasped; staring down into her tear-soaked face.

"Sorry I was a little loud but he took the nut shot like a champ. He just wheezed and crumbled to the floor." She thumbed over her shoulder. "I think his used dick might have brushed against my pants though so I'll have to throw them away." She scrunched up her face, glancing down at her pant leg.

"Kat!" Dean gasped out, still holding his aching manhood while curled up on the floor.

Shining green eyes stared up at grays while they darted over the scene, taking the situation in. Roman knew Katrina wasn't supposed to be here. Dean was naked and writhing in pain on the floor. And there was a naked blonde in the bedroom trying to decide if this night could be salvaged or if Dean's aching junk and broken engagement would ruin her chances of a repeat performance.

"Thank you for picking it out."

Roman glanced down when he felt something pressed into his palm. He opened his hand to find Kat's engagement ring.

"I know it was you. He needs you for all the important decisions in his life – well except for this one – but yeah, he trusts your judgment over anyone else's. You look after his interests and care about his well-being. He needs that." She rose up on tiptoes and placed a kiss on his hair-covered jawline. "I don't know how many times he was actually with you when he told me you were going out and at this point, I don't care. Just keep taking care of him because I'm done." She whispered; placing a hand over his heart. "See you at work, Ro."

And with that she took off down the hall.

"Katrina!" Dean yelled out again; still in too much pain to move off of the floor. "Rome, get her back…"

"Shut up!" The Samoan barked at his friend upon entering the room and shutting the door behind him. "You!" He pointed at the woman in the bedroom. "Get dressed and get the fuck out of here!"

She squeaked; staring at the angry Samoan with wide eyes before gathering her clothes and disappearing into the bathroom.

"What have you done?" Roman shook his head; placing the small ring on the tip of his pinky before dragging his friend off the floor and dumping him on the couch.

"She saw everything." Dean rasped out; flopping over on to his side and curled up into a ball.

"You're such a fucking idiot." Roman sighed; dropping on to the recliner and unknowingly spun the ring on his fingertip. "You had it all, Dean. That woman was perfect for you, and you just tore her apart. You used me as an excuse to get away and cheat on her, didn't you?" He kept his gaze on the diamond ring even when the blonde flew through the room and ran out the door. "I'll take your silence as a yes. I didn't even know and I feel guilty like I'm an accomplice to your cheating. Fuck, Dean, why did you do this? Why throw away the best thing that ever happened to you?"

"I don't know." He said in a broken tone, shaking his head. "I can fix it though. I can get her back." He turned hopeful eyes to his best friend and brother.

"She saw you pull your dick out of that." Roman pointed towards the door, pushing up to his feet. "You ain't fixing shit, dumbass." He pulled the ring off of his pinky and placed it on the table in front of Dean. "Stay away from her, Dean. She needs time to heal; to get over you and move on."

"I don't want her to get over me and move on, Rome. I want her back."

"You don't get it, do you? This isn't something she'll forgive! She made you promise! She made you work to earn her and you fucked it all up!" Roman bellowed in his face; ignoring the uncharacteristic tears that wet his cheeks. "You won't get her back, Dean, so leave her alone or we'll have problems." He turned his back on his friend and strode to the door, stopping when he heard Dean's broken whisper.

"She had to have left the other show and drove straight here. She's got to be exhausted and the hotel is booked. Rome, she's in no condition to drive anywhere." He stated leadingly.

"I'll try to find her." He nodded, pulling his phone from his pocket before he walked out the door.

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Katrina had become a master at avoiding people. On the job, everyone in management made a point of disappearing for a few minutes to avoid a mass murder charge. Between the whining Divas and Superstars – some of which were worse than the women – you just had to get away to release the steam valve in your head before you exploded.

Instead of using the elevator or stairs closest to Dean's suite, she used the stairs at the far end of the hall and went up a few flights instead of down. She couldn't see through her tears anymore between the third and fourth floor above his and chose to sit down on the landing between floors and cry it out.

And that is where Karl Anderson found her almost two hours later.

He had just come back from a nearby bar and was running the stairs up to his room when he came across a ringing phone on the stairs. Bending down to pick it up, he saw Roman's name on the caller ID but it went to voicemail before he could answer it. When his entrance theme ringtone ended with the call, Karl glanced upwards when he heard muffled sobs.

Running up two flights of stairs, he found the woman sitting in the corner with her knees drawn up, crying behind her crossed arms.

"Ms. Masters?" He knelt beside the sobbing woman, placing a hesitant hand on her shoulder and furrowed his brows when she began to rock back and forth. "Ms. Masters, are you okay? Did someone hurt you, sweetheart?" Worry flooded through him when she shook violently with her cries.

"He promised…he lied…" She repeated breathlessly, brokenly.

"I don't understand, sweetheart. Look at me." He dared to pry a hand under her arms to cup her chin and lift her head to meet his eyes. "Did someone hurt you?" He asked slowly, taking in her hesitant nod. "What can I do to help you?" He watched her gaze dart to her phone in his free hand. "Do you want me to call someone for you?"

"I need Finn. Please call Finn." She jutted her chin out towards her cell.

Karl nodded and scrolled through her contacts for his old friend and hit send. His eyes remained on the woman when she ducked her head back down and continued her rocking motion. He released a sigh of relief when an Irish accent answered on the third ring.

"How're ya doin', luv? Hatin' London yet?" Finn was always cheerful and Karl heard it in his voice.

"I'm doing fine, sweetheart, its rainy here but its London so I didn't expect much different."

"Karl?"

"Finn, I'm calling because something is wrong with your girl here."

Karl hadn't had the opportunity to work closely with Katrina yet and didn't know her well but his Irish brother worked side by side with her since he signed with the company and they had become best friends. If anyone knew how to handle her in this condition it would be Finn…or so he hoped.

"Wha's wrong wit mah luv?" All humor vanished from his tone and he went dead serious.

"I don't know, man. I was just coming back from the bar and I found her curled up in the stairwell. Her phone was a couple of floors below, Reigns ringing in and when it stopped I heard her crying." He stood up and paced, keeping an eye on her while he talked fast. "I asked if someone hurt her and she nodded but she doesn't appear injured, and she won't stop crying."

"Give 'er ta meh." Finn waited while Karl coaxed Katrina into taking the phone, and felt his heart clench when he heard her sniffle. "Ello, luv. I know ya were goin' ta see 'im. What happened?"

"H-he br-broke his p-promise. H-he lied, Finn." She broke down into hysterics again and Karl pulled the phone back to his ear.

"Karl?"

"Yeah, man?" He sighed; heart breaking from the sound of her anguish.

"Don' leave 'er alone fer a minute. An' whatever ya do, don' let Ambrose near 'er. Promise meh! Until ya get 'er home, ya won' leave 'er side."

"I promise, brother. I'll call Luke to come carry her bag while I carry her to our suite. We'll keep her through the rest of the tour until we get her back to you. AJ is sharing with us too but we'll figure something out." He said softly; placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Keep 'er safe."

"I will, brother." Karl reassured his irate yet worried friend.

"Hand meh back ta her while ya call Luke." Finn waited until he heard a muffled "hello" before he softened his tone. "Karl is gonna take ya to his suite, luv. You're gonna stay with him, Luke and AJ trew the tour. Don' leave their room. Don' leave their car. Don' leave their locker room without one of them with ya. I'll call Hunter an' let 'im know ya need ta be under lock an' key. Understand?"

"Yes."

"I wish ya would've stayed wit meh but I guess I'm glad ya know now before ya married his worthless arse. He dinna deserve ya, luv." He sighed heavily. "I'll call ya on one of their phones so ya can turn yours off. I luv ya, Kit-Kat."

"I love you too." She disconnected the call, turned her phone off and handed it to Karl when Luke jogged down a flight of stairs to meet them.

"Come on, sweetheart." Karl bent down and easily swept her up in his arms before standing. "Let's get you to our room to rest." He gave her a friendly smile when she buried her face in his shoulder before he started up the stairs with her, and Luke carrying her bag behind them.

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AJ walked into their suite an hour later; a smile on his face when he saw his two friends still up, Luke sitting on the recliner facing the sofa and Karl at the end of that sofa looking down beside him, both wearing grim expressions.

"You're never gonna believe what I heard on the way up here." He closed the door behind him, flipping the security lock before turning to see his friends with a finger over their mouths.

"Sshhh!" They shushed him in sync.

"What is goin' on?" With a furrowed brow, he wandered up to the back of the sofa and cocked his head at the small brunette curled up under a blanket. "What is Ambrose's fiancée doin' here?"

"Keep your fucking voice down. Karl just managed to get her to fall asleep." Luke whispered with scowl at the Georgian.

"I found her in the stairwell. She was a wreck. From what I could make out from the few words she managed to speak, Ambrose did something to her." Karl lightly patted her leg when she shifted in her sleep, keeping contact until she settled.

"Guess that explains what I heard about Hunter knockin' the lil' fucker on his ass." AJ chuckled before sighing when his friends shushed him again.

"Finn called him." Karl smirked; the thought of the man that left this woman in such a state, getting his ass kicked, was very satisfying.

"Reigns is tearing the city apart looking for her." AJ glanced between his friends, rolling his eyes when neither commented on his statement. "Not that I give a shit but the decent thing would be to tell him that she's okay." He shrugged his shoulders, frowning when his friends stared at each other and shook their heads no. "Why not?" He threw his arms out in frustration.

"I'm not going to tell you again to keep your voice down." Luke whispered in a harsh tone.

"Fine! Now tell me why not?" He whispered back, making a face at the big man.

"Finn told Hunter that we have her. If the boss man thought that Reigns should know then he would've told him." Karl gave AJ an impish smile before giving Kat another reassuring squeeze on her ankle to settle her. "Finn also said if he or Hunter needs to get a hold of her they'd call one of us, and to keep her phone off. She doesn't go anywhere without one of us along and we keep Ambrose away from her at all costs."

"And why exactly do we have her? Why is she our fucking problem?" AJ crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at his friends until the woman sluggishly sat up.

"Sweetheart, you need to lie back down. You're dead on your feet." Karl shot up when she shakily rose to stand. "Katrina, where are you going?" He followed her when she shuffled towards the door; barefoot and wearing a long t-shirt that covered a pair of shorts.

"I've put you through enough." She gave him a slight smile that didn't come close to reaching her eyes, lowered her head and grabbed her bag. "I'll get your t-shirt back to you."

"I can't let you go. Finn made me promise to take care of you, and that's what we're going to do." He directed the last part at AJ with narrowed eyes before leading her back towards the sofa. "All of us have that crazy Irishman as a friend and I promised him we would look after you until we got you back to him. Lay back down now." He helped her get settled and covered her back up with the blanket.

"Promises don't mean anything, Karl. They are just words." She mumbled sadly; a few tears gathering in her eyes even as they began to flutter with the weight of sleep.

"Well they mean something to me." Karl assured her, replacing his hand on her ankle.

"Me too." Luke added with a cheery smile.

"They mean somethin' ta me too, and if Karl told Finn we'd take care of ya then that's what we're gonna do. We might not know each other but Finn is our brother and you're his best friend so that makes ya family." AJ gazed down at her from the back of the sofa and felt a pang of guilt when she slipped into darkness; stray tears squeezing out from between her closed lids. "Is that touchin' thing helpin' when her sleep becomes disturbed?"

"Yeah, just a little touch to keep her grounded." Karl nodded while he watched the brunette nuzzle into the blanket.

"You two have the twin beds in your room. I have a queen in mine." AJ rambled off quietly.

"What does that mean?" Luke asked with an arched brow.

"If ya take her in there and give her one of the beds then you two have ta share a twin. If ya leave her out here then one of us has ta sit up on the recliner or the end of the couch. It won't be comfortable." He took a deep breath and released it slowly when both of the men narrowed their eyes on him. "I can take her in my room. She'll be comfortable. I can sleep with my head at the foot of the bed and be able ta touch her leg if she gets antsy. Come on, guys. All four of us need our sleep."

Karl exchanged a look with Luke before nodding at AJ and rising to his feet. The Georgian walked around, bent over and gently picked up the woman, blanket and all, before starting towards his room.

"If you have any problems with her, wake me up." Karl whispered before pulling the door closed behind them. "This is going to be an interesting tour." He sighed; scrubbing a hand down his face while he followed Luke into their shared room.

AJ settled the petite beauty on the bed, smiling softly when her hair billowed out over the pillow under her head. "He's an idiot, darlin." He shook his head, admiring the female in his bed before he changed his clothes; donning a pair of basketball shorts to sleep in. Grabbing a pillow, he placed it at the foot of the bed, pulled back the covers and climbed in beside her. "Sleep well, little princess." He rested a hand on her calf and drifted off within minutes.

A/N: I have not written a single word on this beyond what you've read here. I'm just checking to see how this is received before I continue so feedback is appreciated.