Galina
After a few days have came and went, Joshua and I decided on finding somewhere to stay where it was secluded and nobody was in sight. Because we escaped from prison, we didn't need the police to find us and we'd be behind bars for many more years to come.

While we both proceeded to sit and wait for an update from Dante, we received a call from him and from the tone in his voice, he was annoyed.

"I don't have time to talk, but..."

"Then why did you call us then?" I interrupted.

"If you don't shut your mouth, I'll kill you instead of them and it won't be a pretty sight." Dante hissed.

"Damn, I'm sorry."

"Yeah Galina, hush your damn mouth! We're trying to discuss business here!" Joshua replied and went back to Dante after clearing his throat, "Any updates?"

"Not so far. I haven't found both Joe or Chloe anywhere in sight. I found her home, but nobody was there."

"What the hell? I gave you the right address, didn't I?"

"You said she lived in Toronto, right?" He asked while saying her address to Joshua.

"Yes." He nodded.

"I don't know what to tell you. I'm still going to make sure the job is done, but put Galina on the line, Joshua. I have something I need to discuss with her about her ex-husband, Joe."

"Hello?"

"Galina. About your ex-husband, what does he do for a living?"

"Um, he's a professional wrestler in the WWE; under the stage name of Roman Reigns."

"Roman Reigns? I've heard of that name before. You're wanting me to kill him?"

"Well, I wouldn't necessarily say kill..."

"Shut up Galina! You wanted this too!" Joshua spat, "Yes, Dante."

"Alright. And Joe's girlfriend named Chloe Levine, is your ex-girlfriend?"

"Yes sir."

As Joshua continued to give Dante more information about them both, I was surprised that the both of us were inches away from getting our revenge.

"Thanks for informing me, you two."

"You're welcome."

After the phone went dead silent, we laid back on the couch and the TV wasn't in the best condition as it had a slight static on the picture.

"Ugh! I hate this TV!" I shouted in annoyance.

"Same here. It's hard to even see what's on the TV. I might as well be blind and just imagine what's on there instead of stressing myself out. At least we can hear what's on there."

"Yeah, I guess."

Chloe
While Joe and I were out on a dinner date together, I couldn't help but to gaze at how handsome my man looked tonight from across the table.

His hands were intertwined and he looked over at me with a smirk on his face.

"Do you like what you see, baby?" He asked, with a deepened tone in his voice.

"I do, and I love what I'm looking at too."

"I love what I'm looking at as well." He replied as his tongue slowly glided around his lips.

Suddenly, we were interrupted by a waiter who handed us our menus.

"Order anything you want and I'll pay."

I sighed, "Joe..."

"I'm not gonna tell you twice." He chuckled, "I'm gonna pay for the meals. I wouldn't want my girl paying for the both of us. What kind of gentleman would I be if I allowed that?"

"I guess you're right."

We placed our orders and started enjoying our food for tonight. I was grateful for Joe and the way he glanced over at me with his warm smile always brought me comfort whenever I needed it the most.

Who ever knew that this would've been the same man that I met at the WWE show in Toronto and now he's my man. He was perfect and he was the man I've been yearning for.

"Here's your food." Said the waiter as he placed our meal in front of us.

Joe didn't hesitate and started eating his meal while I proceeded to do the same.

When we both finished eating our delicious dinner, we both left and headed over to the most romantic scenery in Toronto like before.

After we arrived, we both took a seat on the hill and glanced down at the city lights from afar. The lights were absolutely beautiful. It would remind you of a cinematic movie scene where a random person walks around and you can see the city lights all around. It's a beautiful scenery to witness.

"I'm getting a little tired, babe. Wanna head back to your house?" Joe asked.

"You mean our house?"

"Our? We aren't married, Chloe."

"But I know in the near future that you'd want me to marry you and I don't see the harm in having you come live with me." I smiled, "You practically do anyways, Joe."

"I love the sound of that. Our home. It has a nice ring to it."

"Indeed it does."

"Chloe. Out of curiosity, I had a couple of questions to ask you. If you're comfortable, that is."

"Sure Joe, fire away."

"Would you ever want kids with me in the future?"

"I wouldn't mind that. How come?"

"I mean, I love you and I wouldn't mind having a few children with you; although they'd be half Samoan." He smiled warmly, "I just wanted to know just in case you were to accidentally become pregnant someday. No, I wouldn't leave your side and I'd do anything to provide for us and for our family."

"Aw, Joe." I replied, "I want kids too, but not for a very long time since I'm about to start modeling for both the WWE and Victoria's Secret."

"I understand and whenever you're ready, just let me know. But I have another question."

"Yeah, what's up?"

"When we become official to the public, are you going to be okay with the paparazzi? I hate them; but as a famous celebrity, they always manage to find a way and take multiple pictures for their stupid little blogs or articles."

"I wouldn't mind, Joe. If I have you, then that's all that really matters."

"Really?"

"Of course! You already make me the happiest woman alive and I'm not scared of the paparazzi and their silly little cameras."

He smiled, "I'm glad to know that, babe."

A few hours passed and we made our way back to the house. Suddenly after pulling into the driveway, Joe looked a little flustered and his face started to grow more worried and his eyebrows began to slightly furrow.

"Chloe, get behind me." Joe said in a serious tone of voice.

"Wh-What do you mean?"

He looked back at me with a stern look in his facial expression.

"I have a bad feeling about something and I need you to stay behind me until I know it's safe."

"Now that you think about it, I feel the same. This could've been what my gut-feeling has been trying to tell me for awhile, now." I said.

"I think so too. Shit, let me grab something out from the car for a moment. Stay with me, Chloe."

I followed Joe and I watched as he pulled out what looked like to be a pistol. I've never thought of Joe to carry one of these weapons before; but if he felt like something was going on around the house, then I should take it into consideration.

He carefully opened the door and walked inside with me trailing behind with caution. We scanned around the house and it looked like some of my furniture was touched and one of my chairs in the kitchen was tipped over.

Somebody was definitely here.