Kennedy and Isabella walked into the hotel lobby and headed up to his room so that he could drop off his bag. While Kennedy changed his shirt she excused herself and went into the bathroom to freshen up her make up. She looked at her reflection fluffing her hair and applying some lip gloss. Giving herself a once over in the mirror again she exited the bathroom.
“Ready to meet some more of my friends,” Kennedy asked.
“Let’s go,” Isabella said smiling.
When they arrived in the hotel bar they found a couple of guys hanging around, sipping drinks and chatting away. Kennedy brought her over to the bar and ordered himself and Isabella a beer. It was there that they ran into John Cena.
“Hey, Ken,” Cena said smiling. “Who’s this?”
“This is Isabella,” Kennedy replied. “She’s…a friend.” Cena quirked a brow. “It’s a long story, John.”
“Long story short, I might be Ken’s half sister,” Isabella said smiling. “We have to have a test done to be sure. “You can call me Izzy.”
“Well, Izzy,” Cena said smiling. “I’m John Cena, but you can call me anything you like.”
“Anything,” Isabella asked smirking.
Cena chuckled rubbing the back of his neck. “How about we stick to John?”
“John works for me,” Isabella replied.
“Excuse me, Mr. Kennedy? Would you mind taking some picture with me and my friends,” a blonde woman asked. Isabella assumed that she was a fan.
“I’ll be back in a bit,” Kennedy said to Isabella, who nodded.
“Don’t worry about me,” she said. “John and I will get to know each other.”
“So, what do you do for a living, Izzy,” Cena asked.
“Right now I’m a waitress,” she replied. “I’ve kinda been bouncing around in the job market. It’s been kinda rough since my mom passed three years ago.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Cena said taking a sip of his drink. There was an awkward silence between them for a moment. “So, when did you and Ken finally meet?”
“Yesterday, actually,” Isabella said shaking her head at the memory of him coming into the diner. “He came into the diner where I work and kind of just dropped a bombshell in my lap. I kicked him out of the diner. When I got home he was waiting on my porch.”
Cena chuckled. “Yup, that’s Ken. He’s a persistent one.”
“You say persistent I say stubborn ,” Isabella chuckled. Cena smiled. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Randy enter the bar. She tried her hardest to pay attention to what Cena was saying, but found her attention waning.
“Were you a wrestling fan before you met Ken,” Cena asked and noticed that her attention was elsewhere. He followed her gaze and groaned. She was staring at Orton. “Izzy,” he said nudging her shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” she said blushing a bit. “What did you say?”
“I asked if you were a wrestling fan before you met Ken,” Cena repeated.
“No, I had only ever seen a match when my ex would watch it and then I couldn’t stand it,” she replied honestly. “I just may change my mind about it though after seeing the show tonight.”
“Well, that’s good news,” Cena said smiling. He chattered away for a while before he realized that she wasn’t paying attention to him. “And that’s when I decided to get myself a monkey to help me really raise my game to the next level.”
“That’s nice,” Isabella said turning her attention back to him momentarily. “Would you excuse me, John?”
“Sure,” Cena sighed. He knew better than to try to compete with Randy Orton.
Isabella slid off her stool and headed over to where Randy Orton was signing a couple of autographs. He looked up and saw her heading his way. A smile spread across his face seeing her. There was no two ways about it Ken’s friend was a beauty. She would make a lovely notch on his belt.
“Isabella,” he said smiling. “What a lovely surprise.”
“I’m here with Ken,” she replied smiling. Though I’d rather be leaving with you “But he’s a little busy with some fans.”
Randy glanced around and caught sight of Kennedy posing for pictures and signing a couple of autographs. “Well, that’s just tragic,” he said. “Leaving you all alone.” He motioned her over to a table.
“I don’t mind,” she replied. “It gives me a chance to observe him at work so to speak.” Randy quirked a brow at her. “Well, when I said I was Ken’s friend…that wasn’t exactly true. We just met yesterday. He thinks I’m his half sister.”
“Really,” Randy asked. So, this is Kennedy’s little sister, huh? Interesting “You guys didn’t know about each other at all?”
“Nope,” Isabella replied and went on to explain about their father’s dying confession.
~*~
“Hey, Johnny,” Kennedy said once he had finished up with his fans. “Where’s Izzy?” He picked up his beer and took a long sip.
Cena sighed and pointed to the table where Isabella was laughing and chattering away with Randy. “Caught sight of the Lady Killer the moment he walked in and dumped me like a bad habit.” Cena shrugged. “Guess I wasn’t interesting enough.”
Kennedy watched her shamelessly flirting with Randy, his blood boiling. Of all the men for her to be throwing herself at! He gripped his beer bottle tightly watching as Isabella giggled at something Randy said and leaned in to touch his hand.
“Hey, Ken,” Jeff said joining Kennedy and Cena. “Ken? You all right, man? Your knuckles are turning white.” Cena tapped Jeff on the shoulders and pointed to where Isabella was. “Oh shit,” he groaned. “I warned her about Orton.”
Just then the bottle Kennedy was gripping shattered in his hand, surprising Cena and Jeff. “Ken,” Cena said seeing the blood pouring off his hand. “You all right, man?”
“Ken? Seriously. Are you all right,” Jeff asked.
“Guys,” Kennedy said dropping the remnants of his beer bottle and picking some bits of glass out of his flesh. “Catch me.” With that his eyes rolled up in his head and he passed out, falling right into Jeff and Cena’s arms.
~*~
The commotion at the bar caught Isabella’s eye and she was shocked to see Kennedy passed out and Cena and Jeff supporting his weight. “Excuse me, Randy,” she said concerned. She made her way over to the bar. “What happened?” She saw the glass shards and then Kennedy’s bloody hand, the blood pouring out of it quickly.
“We’re not sure,” Jeff replied. “His bottle just shattered and then the next thing we knew he passed out.”
“We need something to tie around his hand,” Isabella said.
Cena stripped off his shirt and handed it to her. “Use this,” he said.
“Thanks,” she replied taking the shirt and tying it around Kennedy’s hand. “I think he’s going to need stitches.”
“We got him,” Cena said grabbing Kennedy under the arms. “Jeff, you get his legs.” Jeff nodded grabbing Kennedy’s legs and carrying him out of the bar with Cena.
“I’ll drive,” Isabella said opening up the back door. Cena and Jeff slid into the back with Kennedy in their laps. She slid behind the wheel and got them to the hospital as quickly as she could. She was sure that she broke several traffic laws, but she didn’t care.
By the time they got to the hospital Kennedy was beginning to come around. He was ushered into an exam room in the emergency room. Cena, Jeff and Isabella all took seats in the waiting room. Neither one of them knew what to say so they sat in silence.
A half hour later Kennedy strolled out to the waiting room, his hand heavily bandaged. He looked a little pale, but otherwise he seemed fine. “Can we go back to the hotel,” he asked tiredly.
“Sure,” Isabella said standing.
Cena and Jeff followed behind them. Neither man knew what to say to Kennedy. They knew that he’d get ribbed about the injury eventually and right now wasn't the time to poke fun. They decided to just keep quiet as they all got into the car.
It didn’t take long to get back to the hotel. The silence continued as they all rode the elevator to their respective floors. Once Cena and Jeff had exited and the car was moving again Isabella finally decided to speak up.
“Are you going to tell me how this happened or is it going to remain a secret that three of you are keeping,” she asked.
Kennedy sighed, picking at his bandage, searching for the right words to say. “You were talking to Orton,” he finally said.
“There a law against making new friends,” she demanded following him out of the elevator when they got to Kennedy's floor.
“No,” he replied pulling out his key card and opening the door to his room. “Look, I just don’t want you to get hurt, Izzy, that’s all. Randy’s not a good person when it comes to women.”
“Last time I checked, Ken, I’m a grown woman,” Isabella replied.
“I don’t want to fight, Izzy,” Kennedy said kicking his shoes off and plopping down on his bed. “You’re welcome to stay for the night. I’m beat.”
“I’ll stay,” Isabella said realizing she was tired as well. “Only because I’m worried about you.” She pulled back the covers on the spare bed as she kicked off her shoes.
“Goodnight,” Kennedy yawned, crawling under the covers. Within seconds he was sound asleep, softly snoring.
Isabella sighed, lying back on the pillows. It was going to be a rough adjustment to get used to having a brother…if he was indeed her brother. Pulling up the covers around her she closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep quickly.
