"Like a bat out of hell"

The bar was getting busy, Nat moved to the beat as she watched her clients enjoying themselves. Dressed in her customary leather short skirt, boots, and black cropped top that stopped above her navel, showing off her belly button ring, she danced along to Meatloaf. Her waist length, red hair pulled into a lazy pony tail, she moved around the bar area. As she danced her top showed off the tattoo she had inked on her two years ago, the day after she had arrived in the UK. It had been dedicated to the two people she loved, and missed every day, her son and husband.

She smiled to herself as a group of people came in if only her daytime work colleagues could see her now. At work she wore long jumpers and jeans, after all working in an infant school, where her 11 year old daughter attended was not the place to show off her figure. She had taken the 2 hour job mainly to protect her daughter, check who she had played with. She had suffered a lot in her short life all because of who her father was, It was Nat's job to protect her now 100 percent.

She thought of her work mates, they were on a night out she had been invited, it just wasn't her scene. She cancelled more times than she went out, they thought she was boring, If only they could see her now. Her daughter was playing upstairs with Tony , her bodyguard. Most people thought she and Tony were together and Sarah was their daughter, which suited her fine No one knew her secret, and prayed no one would. Her thoughts strayed to her other life, no she couldn't think of her husband and son, it hurt too much.

Looking up she shouted over to one her employees "Paul turn that music up baby we need it louder". The music always helped take away the pain, she knew one day though it wouldn't be enough and she would break. Trying to hold it together for the last two years for her daughter had been tough, all she wanted to do was cry, but they hadn't even been able to do that. On the day of their son's funeral Nat and Sarah were put on a plane to the UK, it was the only way to protect them. Her husband left behind to face everything, how he managed to continue with his work and be in the public eye after it all, she never knew, but she loved and admired him for it. He had always been strong, her dark knight in shining robes, she always called him that. He was it for her, she would never look at another man, no one could make her feel like he did. In the 14 years they had been together, and yes she will include this 2 just gone, he had always been her tower of strength and she was his. Until that dreadful night when their 3 year old son, Nathan had been killed in front of them, why, for someone's sick revenge. Nat's eyes filled up, she could let people see her like this, especially not Sarah. How she wished that she could have been there with him to mourn the death of Nathan together, but within two days of his death, he was buried and she was sent to the UK, no contact allowed. Wiping her tears quickly she looked around the busy bar making sure she had not been seen.

It was rocking now, during the day she turned it into a family place, kids ran riot, mum's had coffee mornings, good food was served and she loved the noise. The middle of the bar was made into a soft play area, and there was every toy a child could imagine. In the evenings it was a bar/nightclub, with a dance floor and disco lights, minus the toys of course. Nat loved it, she had catered for every need, even down to the quiet spot in the corner with the fire and book shelves for the loner who liked to pop in for a chat.

Busy looking around she hadn't noticed that her work colleagues had walked in. Her head bar man Danny severed them, Nat looked over, shit, no way, were they here, ducking behind a wooden beam she saw them sit down. They had their backs to her thank god, inching past she bumped into someone.

"Sorry" she looked up straight into Vince's eyes.

"Fuck Vince what the hell are you doing here?" he looked at her with compassion in his eyes. She knew then and there her whole life would change. She moved backwards trying to escape she didn't want to hear this. Hitting the beam next to where her work colleagues sat, she almost fell. He was here to confirm her worst fears, wasn't he?, there was no other reason to be here. God no please not that.

"Vince you promised" she couldn't breathe she couldn't take this

"We said no contact , why?" her hands covered her mouth tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

"I know baby girl but she's out" fuck no Nat thought this was a dream a fucking nightmare.

" NO! Vince you promised that wouldn't happen" her breathing was coming fast she was going to pass out, getting herself back under control.

"Why are you here Vince?. That fucking bitch cost me my husband, my son, two fucking years I've lost"

"Baby girl you know how much we all love you, it's been hard for us too, especially Mark," her legs buckled and she collapsed, crying. Vince pulled her up and into his arms

"I miss him so much Vince, that bitch killed our 3 year old son in front of us, Sarah still cries for him, 2 years since she ripped our family apart, WHY?, because she wanted my fucking husband. You said she would never get out you had the top lawyers for god's sake Vince"

"Listen I need to…." Her sobs shook her whole body

"He's dead isn't he?"

"Baby girl it's you she's after she's been traced to the Uk ,she got off a plane a day ago in London". Nat beat her Uncle's shoulders

"Where's Mark Vince, Where's my fucking husband?" she was uncontrollable, what had happened to him that Vince had to come. How had his happened? How could the FBI allowed her to get so close to them.?. Her head was racing trying to process all the thoughts. Where was her daughter?.

Struggling to stay up, her legs were going to give way, Nat could feel them going. Just then another set of arms held her up.

"Baby" she knew that voice god how she loved that voice. Had she really heard it, or was she dreaming, no he wouldn't be here. He wouldn't risk their safety, Vince let her go into the arms waiting to hold her. She daren't look afraid it was her imagination, his arms felt real, so strong, looking at them she traced his tattoss, slowly moving she looked into the green eyes of her husband.

"Mark" she breathed out. That's all he let her say, his arms pulled her tighter his lips crashed to hers, tasting her after 2 years apart, His tongue demanded access to her mouth, her hands couldn't touch him enough, God if she carried on she would have him on the floor, she needed him. Pushing her back into the wall he continued to kiss her, moving in so she could feel his hardness. She wanted that inside her feel him fucking her, it would take the ache away. It had been too long for them both. Moving her into a doorway, leading to the cellar, they were hidden from preying eyes. He pushed her top up his mouth hungry on her breasts. She pulled his head tighter to her body loving the feel of him. Her hands went to his jeans undoing the belt, taking his hard cock out feeling its ridges wanting him in her. Biting his neck he moved his hands under her skirt, going inside her thong, to feel her wetness.

"Baby I've missed you so much" his forehead against hers, trying to get his body under control, he held her, caressing his face she looked into his beautiful eyes.

"It's been to long baby, I've missed you too so fuckin much" ripping her thong off, he picked her up around the waist and thrust into her

"Yesss" It was like coming home, the velvet softness held his cock tight his hand braced against the wall as he fucked his wife. They used to do this all the time to take the edge off till they could find a bed, it had always been hot with them. Nat was reaching her orgasm as Mark kissed her, stopping her from screaming out. She gripped his back her nails almost ripping his shirt, she hadn't felt this much passion in years. As she came on his hard thrust, Mark followed his teeth biting into her neck. He loved to leave marks on her when they loved, just like she did to him. Their coming together was mild to what they were like, they normal rutted like animals. This was so prefect, sorting themselves out he held her close telling her how much he had missed her and how much he loved her. She was so precious to him her and their daughter. Walking back into the bar, Nat held him close not believing he was here.

"How? Why? Oh god Mark I've missed you so much." She kept touching him, checking he was real.

"I'm here darlin" He pulled her close, just enjoying feeling his wife in his arms. He would one day admit he almost took his life, the pain of losing her and the children had been almost too much. He was so glad he hadn't, otherwise he wouldn't be here holding her now.

"Daddy!" his whole body shock it was two years since he had heard his darling call him that, thank god she still remembered him. Bending down he pulled her close, kissing her all over, smelling her hair, holding her tight,

"Uncle Glenn came and got me daddy" she twirled his ponytail in her hands. Pulling them both to him, he didn't want to let them go ever again. He hadn't wanted to 2 years ago, it almost broke him watching his wife and daughter board the plane the same day they had buried their son.

"Little squirt" pulling Mark out of his thoughts he turned to see John, he handed Sarah to him, They moved towards the bar as Mark lifted her up onto it she looked up, seeing the love in his eyes. She noticed a few of her locals as they left, watching it wasn't everyday WWE wrestlers came into the bar. Danny had started asking everyone to leave , as John was running around the bar with Sarah on his shoulders, he had loved the children as if they were his own, they all had. All of them had taken the loss of Nathan hard, it wasn't just the parents who had suffered. Mark pulled her to him he couldn't stop touching her.

"Darlin I need to fuck you so bad right now in a bed a four poster eh darlin like we use to" she always loved how he spoke to her raw emotions. Vince chose that time to interrupt.

"Baby girl there are few others here want to see you, it's been so long" She looked round him there was her beloved Glenn, Marks brother, and his wife Amy. John had Mickie running after him trying to grab Sarah , she wanted her Sarah hug. Linda had walked in with Steph and Paul. Nat put her head down and cried she had missed them all each and every one.

"2 years Vince" she knew she was repeating herself but it had been her life ripped apart not theirs. Hers!. What Nat didn't know was the big hole that had ripped through all their lives because she and Sarah weren't in it. Mark had suffered the most, Vince would never tell Nat how bad it got with Mark, how Vince had managed to stop him taking his own life.

"So what the fuck we going to do about the bitch, now?. I'm not hiding again I can't put us both through that"

"Your coming home baby girl back with the family" she wanted that so much.

"The bitch is out and you want me to come home, why couldn't we have done that before? Why waste all this time?"

"Answer her Mark, it was your idea to send them here" Nat pulled away not believing he would send them away.

"I was told to send you away baby , they thought it was best, Why I don't know?, they promised you would be safe "

"Who did Mark" Glenn asked

"That FBI guy Chris "

"Chris didn't work with the FBI he was helping Sara" Fuck Mark had put his family in danger again because of that bitch.

20 years earlier.

Mark had been married to Jodie for four years they had their ups and downs , she had stuck by him when his contract wasn't renewed and he went to WWF. He lost it for awhile angry that WCW had let him go, he went out on drinking binges and fucking sprees. When his son was born, he tried to be home as much as possible, but his career meant more. At the same time his drinking and sleeping around was getting worse. He was a selfish bastard and didn't care about anyone his wife or kid it was all about him.

Vince had noticed the change in him it wasn't for the good, He knew Mark could go far but turning up drunk at work was not cutting it. Vince gave him an ultimatum get help or get out. Mark agreed to get help he knew his drinking had got bad as for the women he had to think about that. Vince checked him in rehab with a good cover story. Jodie had took his son to her parents and agreed to stay away their relationship had run its course and there was no point hanging around for him. To be honest she couldn't cope anymore with the affairs. God knows what she could have caught.

Mark entered rehab at 8-30am on 1st April 1993,shaking, and pissed off that they thought he was this bad. For god's sake he wasn't that bad so he drank ,ok a little too much, and fucked anything in a skirt, but these were waster's he had a good job and family, Not a fuckin bum on the street. Getting settled in it was like home from home ok he couldn't talk to the outside or have a fuckin drink, he could cope, especially not having to call home all she did was moan. He went to the meeting he had been told to go to, grabbed a coffee, his hands still shaking god he was a mess.

"Hey a few sugars in your coffee helps the jitters" He looked over and there was one gorgeous woman. Long red hair, boobs that had to be fake, there was no way they were natural. The rest of her figure was sexy. He could just grab her, taker her upstairs and fuck her hard, he would keep going till morning.

"Hey my face is up here hunny, not down there, so stop looking at my tits" Mark had to laugh a woman with the same straightness as him, he liked that.

"Sorry darlin, my bad wanna punish me now" he leered at her then put 5 sugars in his coffee, anything to make the shakes to go away,

"Tell you what baby ask me that in a month's time" she walked off to take a seat. Mark sat near the coffee feeling out of place as he listened to other people. Fuck they were honest and boy did he so understand what they were on about. Shit this was scary, for the first time ever he thought maybe he did have a problem. He had been there almost 4 weeks and had never felt better, he hadn't seen that cutie, since that first day, which he was disappointed as he wouldn't mind feeling her punish him. Walking into the meeting he saw her. He smiled as he went up to her.

"Hi darlin wanna punish me" he whispered in her ear. She laughed.

"well look at you, How you feeling?"

"Good darlin, good, been awhile since I've felt this way"

"It's good isn't it. I've been clean and dry now for almost 7 weeks"

"Why have I not seen you around?"

"Had to do some one on one about my wonderful habits and get things in perspective. Anyway sexy do you have a name?"

"Mark" he put his hand out she took it in a firm handshake

"Well baby it is good to meet you I'm Nat". Since that day Mark and Nat were close, they had become good friends but that was all Nat allowed, he was married and she thought it was best he sort it out. She made him see how wrong he had been, Mark called Jodie.

"Hi Jodie How are you? How's Mark junior? Listen darling I'm so sorry for all I've done, yeah I would, do you think we can make it work. Yes darling, next week that would be great".

He spoke with Nat about getting back with Jodie, she was so pleased they were sorting it out, he had to the child was important. He stayed another week, both knew they meant something special to each other. They stayed up talking into the early hours of the morning, the day he was due to go home. Holding Nat close, he didn't want to leave her.

"Mark you are doing the right thing, be there for your wife and kid, keep in touch though". Mark left that morning, going back to his family and eventually work. Life went on happily for a while, he still talked to Nat once a week. His feelings for her were getting stronger, he didn't know what he felt but he was falling out of love with Jodie. He tried it for another four years, most of that time Mark had been on the road with WWF, so four years flew by. Nat visited often, she would never allow anything to happen with him he was married, didn't stop him trying. That all changed when he told her Jodie had filed for divorce. She held him as he cried, yeah he had been a shit in that relationship and he did deserve it, but hey it still hurt. It also made him look at himself and how he actually thought of women as just fuck toys. That was the first night anything happened between him and Nat, only a kiss but it blew them both away, After all his womanizing ways he actually didn't want to fuck this woman he wanted to make love to her, hold her have her call him hers. He hadn't felt this with Jodie, and it scared him. He wasn't telling Nat that she would hold it over him, and he was still very much married.