Phillip Brooks carried his luggage out of the airport, enjoying the crisp, clean air of North Carolina. It was a lot better than the air he had to breathe in Kentucky. He’d moved here about a year ago. Right after he’d found the love of his life in Shane Helms. Shane was suppose to be there to pick him up, but Shane never had been good at looking at his watch. Phil tried calling his cell phone, to no avail. He figured Shane was on his way, because Shane never did pick up his cell phone if he was driving. It was one of those safety things that he was always going on about. “Wow! They don’t make ‘em like that anymore.” Phil heard some random stranger say and turned around. That’s when he saw it. A 1934 Chrysler, black, with black leather interior. He had to go take a look. He left his luggage where it was and approached the car.

Suddenly things went black. There was something over Phil’s head and he was being picked up off his feet. “What the hell!” Phil said, as he tried to fight his captors and free himself. “Where’r you taking me?”

“The Boss wants to see ya.” One of the men said. “And what the Boss wants, the Boss gets.”

Confusion was overtaking Phil at this point. “Boss? What Boss?” Phil said, still fighting, although he was seated between two men.

“The Boss, you know, the Boss?” Another man said. “He wants to see ya. Now stop fightin’ or you’ll sleep with the fishes.”

“Sleep with the fishes?” Phil repeated. “Who the hell do you think you are? Al Capone or somethin’?”

“Hey!” A voice came from in front of Phil. “Shuts ya mouth or Jimmy Kneecaps here’s gonna have to pop ya.”

Phil didn’t say another word for the rest of the ride. The most horrible thoughts were going through his head. Apparently he’d been kidnapped by a group of mentally challenged people with mob fantasies. That thought scared him, but not as much as the thought of how worried Shane would be when he got to the airport and saw all of his luggage and no Phil. Shane was gonna be worried out of his mind. Phil was just about to make a plea to his captors to be able to call his boyfriend when he felt the car stop. That’s when he was not so gently yanked from the car. He was led somewhere and sat down in a chair with his hands tied behind his back. He’d sat there for about a minute when his phone started ringing. “You have to let me answer that.” Phil said, really starting to get scared now. “It’s my boyfriend. If I don’t answer the phone he’ll be calling the FBI in about two minutes. Please. I’ll tell him anything you want, just let me let him know I’m alright.”

“Alright, we’ll let you answer it.” A man behind Phil said, but if you want to keep your life and your boyfriends, you’ll keep your eyes on the wall. Got it!”

Phil agreed and told the men where his phone was. He felt it being retrieved from his pocket, and then the hood was removed. “Shane?” Phil said in the most frightful tone Shane had ever heard.

“Pumpkin, what’s wrong? Where the hell are you?” Shane said, sounding nervous.

Phil tried to be as brave as he could, but still couldn’t hide the tears in his voice. “Baby Doll, I’m fine. I don’t know when I’ll see you again, but just remember I love you. I’ve been kidnapp...” That’s all Phil got the chance to say before the phone was ripped away from his ear, and the hood was replaced.

The door opened and yet another voice rang out through the room. “The Boss says he’s ready for him.”

“Alright.” A voice hissed in his ear. “Same rules. Keep your eyes on the wall and your precious little boyfriend don’t get hurt.” The hood was removed and a door was shut behind him. Suddenly he was alone, in dead silence, the only light coming from some kind of spotlight towards the ceiling of the wall he was looking at.

Phil had sat there for what seemed like hours, when he heard the door behind him open again. He could hear footsteps pacing behind him. His heart was racing faster than it ever had before. “Beautiful.” Was the only thing the voice said. Then all that could be heard were more footsteps. “I’ve been watching you for weeks. I knew the minute I saw you that I had to have you.” Phil started to get terrified at this point. That’s when he felt the hot breathe, of a man he only knew as the Boss, on his ear. “You know I can give you things that little shit you call a boyfriend never could. The finest homes, the nicest cars, anything your heart desired. All I ask is, you never deny me the pleasure of your body.”

“Fuck you.” Phil said, knowing all the money and material possessions in the world could never replace what he felt for Shane.

“No, no.” The voice hissed again. “That’s what I intend to do to you. Now you can relax, and make this pleasurable or you can fight me, and I’ll have you anyway. Which is it gonna be?”

The thought of this man touching him made Phil sick. “You’ll have to kill me.”

“I was hoping it wouldn’t come to that.” The voice said, stepping in front of the spot light, attempting to place a kiss on Phil’s lips. Phil couldn’t see who it was due to the blue dots that had replaced the harsh glow of the light. All he could see was the figure getting closer.

Phil turned his head, causing the kiss to land on his cheek. “Just get your goons back in here to wack me or whatever you have planned.” Phil said, not bothering to turn his head back around. He didn’t even want to look at the man that had threatened his Shane’s life. “I’d rather die than to have your hands on me.”

“Pumpkin?” The voice said. “Why would you say something like that? You don’t even know what my hands feel like on you. I bet their better than Shane’s.”

Phil whipped his head up and got a good look at the man in front of him. “Shane!” Phil screamed, totally shocked to see Shane standing in front of him, completely dressed like a gangster. Suit, hat, shoes, the whole nine yards, and probably looking hotter than Phil had ever seen him look.

Shane looked down at Phil in complete confusion. “I’m not Shane.” He said, leaning down, getting in Phil’s face. “I’m Dante. I’m the head of this family. What I want I get, as I’m sure my boys have told you by now. Right now, however, what I want is you. And I will have you. By any means necessary.”

Phil was wrapped in a blanket of confusion. This man standing in front of him was Shane. All Phil could think was that Shane had lost his mind. “Shane?” Phil said, the confusion dripping from his voice.

“Look, cupcake, I know I look a lot like your precious Shane, but trust me I’m not.” Dante said, trying to stay in character and not break down and tell Phil what was really going on. “You just give me one night, and you’ll forget all about that other guy.”

Phil was still confused, but he knew he was no longer in danger. He finally decided that he’d just play along with whatever was running through his love’s mind. “Fine” Phil said, trying to sound angry. “Could you untie me please?”

Shane circled Phil a few more times. “Are you going to be a good boy?” He said, stopping in front of his prisoner.

“As good as you want me to be.” Phil said, deciding to take the cocky route.

Dante untied him, taking his hands and pulling him from the chair. “Now, first things first.” Dante said, taking Phil by the hand. “We need to get the putrid stench of Shane off of you, and I know just how to do it.” Dante led him into a bathroom that looked familiar to Phil but he couldn’t place it. “I’ve taken the liberty of having my constituents draw you a hot bath.” Dante helped Phil out of his cloths, letting his eyes drink in the wonder that was Phil’s body. “If everything is not to your liking, let me know. I’ll deal with the person that sat things up.” He helped Phil into the tub, and left the room. Leaving Phil there to wonder where his lover’s mind was.

Shane walked downstairs where his boys were waiting. “Everything looks great guys.” Shane said. “You can go home now. Thanks for everything.”

“Don’t worry about it man.” Joey Matthews said. “Just invite me to the wedding.”

Matt Hardy walked up to Shane and gave him a big hug. “I’m glad I could help. I just wish I could figure out something this special to do for Dave.”