{Chapter 6}
The next morning Randy Orton casually strolled down the hall on his way to Kennedy’s room. “Hello, Isabella,” he said practicing his greeting. “No. Hel-lo, Isabella. Yeah that’s good.”
Once outside the door he checked his hair in the number plate on the door and checked his breath, popping in a couple of breath mints. When he was satisfied with his appearance and how his breath smelled he knocked. He was just wiping some lint off his shirt when the door opened.
“Hel-lo…Oh hi, Ken,” Randy said smiling. “How’s your hand?”
“Fine,” Kennedy replied and attempted to close the door. Randy stopped it with his foot.
“Is Isabella still here,” he asked.
“No,” Kennedy replied and again attempted to close the door. This time Isabella stopped him.
“KEN,” she exclaimed shoving him out of the way. “Hi, Randy. What’s up?”
“I was stopping by to see if I could take you to breakfast,” Randy replied smiling. “That is if you haven’t already made plans with Ken.”
“Actually, we have made plans,” Kennedy interjected.
“We have not,” Isabella said glaring at Kennedy. “I would love to go to breakfast with you, Randy.”
“Izzy, what about that test,” Kennedy asked, desperate for her not to leave with Randy.
“I’ll call you,” she replied taking Randy’s hand and closing the door behind her.
Kennedy frowned. This was not good. With a sigh he grabbed his phone and called Cena and then Jeff, telling them to meet him in the lobby in ten minutes. He knew Randy would take Isabella to the hotel’s restaurant not wanting to stray far from easy access to a bed.
~*~
“What’s this about,” Cena asked when Kennedy met the men in the hotel lobby.
“Yeah, I could have used a couple of more hours of sleep,” Jeff replied rubbing his eyes.
“Orton stopped by my room and asked Isabella to breakfast,” Kennedy replied. “We have got to do everything in our power to keep him from taking her back to his room.”
Cena smirked at him. “Look at you,” he said. “Goin’ into big brother mode already.”
“And you don’t even know for sure if she is your sister,” Jeff added.
“I don’t need a test to tell me what I already know,” Kennedy replied. “Now are you with me or not?”
“A chance to fuck with Randy Orton,” Cena asked.
“You better believe it,” Jeff said smiling. Cena nodded.
The three men crept into the restaurant and spotted Randy and Isabella in a booth in the back. Taking seats at the counter they kept a careful eye on the two. As they sat Jeff got a sly smile on his face.
“Let’s see how she feels about Randy when I’m done,” he said to the others. Casually he strolled by the booth, doing a double take and then going straight to the table. “Randy, I’m glad I found you, man.”
“What’s up, Jeff,” Randy said, obviously upset about being interrupted.
“Well, you know that girl that you met in Ohio,” he asked. Randy shook his head.
“We meet lots of girls, Jeff,” he replied casting an apologetic glance at Isabella. “You’ll have to be more specific.”
“You know the one,” he replied. “She had the really big…” He gestured a set of large breasts with his hands. “Brains. What was her name? Um..Oh yeah! Barbie.” He fought the urge to smile when Randy blushed. “She said she needs to speak to you REALLY bad. Something about a test…I’m not sure what she meant…oh…I think it was a paternity test.”
“That’s funny, Jeff,” Randy said through gritted teeth. “Real funny. Get lost.”
“Just thought you’d want to know,” Jeff said with a shrug before strolling away from the booth.
“I have no clue what he was talking about,” Randy said when he realized Isabella was looking at him with a smirk on her face. “It’s probably his idea of a stupid rib.”
“Really? Because a little birdie told me that you have a woman in every city,” she replied. “Are you telling me that you’re not a hot little man whore?”
Randy stared her, mouth agape. “That depends,” he finally replied with a smirk. “Do you like man whores?”
“That depends,” she replied smiling.
“On what,” he asked.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” she replied with a giggle.
~*~
Jeff had finally made it back to Cena and Kennedy, proud of what he had just done. He sat down turning his attention to the both. His smile turned to a scowl.
“Oh come on,” he exclaimed. “That should have sent her runnin’ for the door!”
“What’d you say,” Cena asked.
“I told Randy some chick named Barbie with big tits called about a paternity test,” Jeff sighed. Cena snickered.
“Well, guess it’s my turn,” Cena said standing. “Wish me luck, boys.”
He strolled over to the booth a smile on his face. “Randy,” he called, chuckling when Randy groaned. “Hey, buddy.”
“John, can’t you see I’m a little busy right now,” Randy asked.
“Hey, Izzy,” Cena said waving to Isabella. “Yeah, I’ll only be a minute. Listen, Doc wants to know if the cream cleared up that rash. He said you can go see him anytime you need more.”
Randy’s blue eyes blazed with anger. One rib was fine. He could deal with the one immature imbecile, but this was getting ridiculous. Shaking his head he chuckled.
“Funny, John,” he said still chuckling. “Nice rib. Now get lost so that Isabella and I can be ALONE.”
“All right, man,” Cena said holding up his hands. “Just passin’ on a message. Don’t shoot the messenger.” With that he walked away with a big goofy grin on his face.
“Seriously, he was just ribbing me,” Randy said to Isabella. She had an expression on her face that was a cross between amusement and repulsion. “I don’t have any rashes. I swear.”
“Good to know,” she replied. “I think it’s time for me to go.”
“So soon,” Randy asked, cursing Cena and Jeff. “I was hoping we could spend some more time getting to know each other.”
~*~
Cena joined Jeff and Kennedy, turning his attention to the booth. They could see Isabella attempting to leave, but Randy took her hand trying to sweet talk her into staying. “Come on, Izzy,” Kennedy muttered. “Get up and leave.”
They watched some more and finally she pulled her hand free of Randy’s, pulling a pen out of her purse and jotting something down on a napkin. With that she slid out of the booth. Randy too stood, no doubt still trying to convince her to stay a while longer. Isabella placed a kiss on his cheek and headed toward the door.
“Shit,” Kennedy said grabbing a menu and holding it over his face. Jeff and Cena did the same as Isabella passed them.
When she was gone they all breathed a sigh of relief and put the menus down. “I should have known you’d be behind this, Ken,” Randy said having spotted them once Isabella had left. “This is real petty, man. She’s a grown woman. Let her make her own decisions.”
“You mean mistakes,” Kennedy replied. “That’s what you’ll be to her, Randy, and you know it. Once you get what you want she’ll just be another notch on your belt. You'll be on to your next conquest and she’ll be heartbroken. You’re not gonna pull that shit with my sister.”
“You don’t even know that she really is your sister,” Randy replied.
Kennedy took a step forward, his hands balling into fists. Cena held him back. “Ken, let it go. He’s not worth it. Izzy will wise up to his bullshit.”
Randy smirked at Cena. “What’s the matter, John? Sour because she prefers me over you?” He chuckled. “Guess she prefers a man with rugged good looks over a goofball.”
Cena’s blue eyes became cold as ice as she stared daggers at Randy. “Trust me, Randy, she’ll see through your crap,” he said coldly. “And when she does who do you think she’ll come to for a shoulder to cry on.”
Randy scoffed. “So, you like sloppy seconds is what you’re saying,” he snickered. “What a loser.” He turned his attention to Jeff, who had been quiet all this time. “As for you, ya rainbow haired freak…well, it’s easy to see why she’d prefer me over a loser like you.” He pulled the napkin with Isabella’s number on it out of his pocket and smiled. “I think I’ll be getting good use out of this very soon.” With that he left the restaurant.
“I’m going to kill that son of bitch,” Kennedy said once Randy had gone. “I am going to kill him.”
“Can I help,” Cena asked.
“Me too,” Jeff agreed.
“I don’t need this shit,” Kennedy groaned rubbing his temples. His hand had begun to throb. “Why the hell did my dad ever have to tell me about her.”
“If he had taken that secret to the grave then you would never have met her,” Jeff said. “She’s family, Ken. That’s what’s important.”
“And a huge pain in my ass and I’ve only known her two days,” Kennedy grumbled.
“That’s what little sisters are for,” Cena said clapping him on the back. “They live to annoy big brothers.”
“Come on, Ken, we’ll help you pack up your stuff,” Jeff said. “We got a flight to catch in a couple of hours.” Kennedy sighed following his friends out of the restaurant.
~*~
Isabella was standing in the lobby when they headed to the elevators. “Hey,” she said smiling. She had a sneaking suspicion that Kennedy had been behind what Cena and Jeff had done. “So, Randy told me that you guys will be leaving in a couple of hours.”
“Yeah,” Kennedy replied. “Wish I could stay longer, but…it’s my job. Ya know?”
“You’ll still be able to wrestle with those stitches,” she asked pointing to his bandaged hand.
“I’m sure creative will find something for me to do until I heal,” he replied.
“Well, you have my number whenever you want to set up that test,” she asked. Kennedy nodded. “Don’t be a stranger. All right? Maybe I can come on the road with you to hang out sometime soon.”
“Yeah, maybe,” Kennedy said forcing a smile. He suspected her real reason for saying that was because she wanted to be close to Randy.
“It was great meeting you,” she said holding out her arms for a hug. Kennedy smiled and enveloped her in his arms. “Just so you know, I’m hoping you are my brother. It’ll be nice having someone there to look out for me.” He could see that she genuinely meant what she had said and it made him smile.
“Izzy, I don’t need a test to tell me you’re my blood,” he replied softly. “I can tell just by looking at you. I’ll call you to set up that test just so you’ll be 100% certain.” She smiled placing a kiss on his cheek before saying goodbye to Cena and Jeff and leaving.
Kennedy watched her leave before turning her attention to his friends. “Once I prove to her that she’s my sister maybe she’ll believe me about Orton,” he said. “Because, quite frankly, if he hurts her there will be a vacated title because I’ll fucking murder him.”
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