Bayley only gives Seth the smallest frown, mouthing him a 'sorry' as he hesitantly made his way to the back curtains.

Almost bailing, he takes a deep breath and shakes his head again. Upset at himself for giving in, he has no choice but to pull the curtain to the side.

Then there he spots her immediately.

"Rollins" Becky speaks quietly as the word rolled off of her tongue while she turned her head to look at him.

"Rebecca" he responds, examining her and her body language as she calmly sat in her seat with her legs crossed. He doesn't move forward.

"Thanks for comin'. That must've taken some convincing I know" she simply smiles, her eyes not leaving his face, "come here" she waves her hand toward herself and uncrosses her legs.

Though he doesn't want to, he moves up only a little bit, "I'm surprised you haven't ripped my face off yet. What do you want?" he questions, getting a chuckle out of her.

"Oh, relax. I couldn't do that sitting down anyways. I'm not as talented as you make me out to be" her smile grows a little bit before relaxing again, "I just wanna talk to you"

"I won't stand here and lie by saying I want to talk to you," he thinks to just turn around and leave but it's as if Becky sensed this thought as she reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping the thought in its tracks.

"Come on. Loosen up. My offer is one I think you'll love" she was standing now with a suspiciously calm expression as she roughly pulls him towards her.

He stumbles toward her, their bodies nearly against each other. With a huff again, keeping his composure together, he says sarcastically through gritted teeth, "then tell me what it is, and I'm sure I will"

"I was getting there. You seem more impatient than me" she tilts her head a little bit as she pushed him down into a seat.

"Now was that necessary? If it means leaving sooner, then I definitely am" He scoffs at her, moving to sit up after he landed down before being stopped.

"It was" she places her hand on his chest so he stayed down, placing a finger over her lips with her other.

"I have a proposal, and you're gonna accept it" she positions herself on top of him so if he were to move, he couldn't.

"Don't fall for it" he thinks to himself. The compromising position was shocking him, to say the least. Now hesitant to speak before formulating a sentence,

"I don't know what your plan is, but I'm not-"

"Isn't this what you've always wanted?" A smirk grows on her face as she interrupts him.

He looks at her with a flustered confusion before speaking, "I don't know what you mean. But know, I don't trust you"

"Oh, I know you don't. But if you do right now, it will be completely worth it" she points her finger in the direction of his face before placing it on his shoulder.

"Is it reassurance that you need?" She questions.

"It's something much different that I need" he wants whatever trick he knows she'll play to be over, therefore, he puts his hands on her waist to move her off of him.

"Woah, woah" she notices this action and moves her other hand over his to stop him, "like what?"

"A Xanax" he plainly responds, attempting to move her away again before, to his shock, her hands wouldn't even budge.

"Really? Am I making you that nervous? Is it so hard to calm down around me?"

"I don't know which answer you want more from me, a yes or no"

"A yes would be preferred. But, I'm not gonna put you in any pain if that's what you're so fearful of" she rolled her eyes as she flattened her hand on his shoulder.

"No, it isn't that at all. I hate to rush you, but if you could get on with what you wanna do, that'd be great"

She snickers a little bit at his suggestion, "so bad? With your hands on my waist like this? It seems like you don't want me to go—but, fine. I was  just being generous by giving you something special"

"Which was?" he waits for a response.

She thinks carefully about her words as she dug her nails down to his shoulders, "me? this?"

"No, not seriously. You're not serious." he doesn't look back at her, instead, looking at her hand that didn't seem to be letting up any time soon.

"Oh? So I had you, mistaken?" her grip pushes tighter as she stares him in the face.

"Okay, you're doing a little too much" he frees a hand to hold her wrist, wanting to stop her nails from possibly impaling his shoulder.

"Me? Doing too much? Now you're the mistaken one" she snatched her hand away, deciding to end her game.

"You can't be sure about that statement. You shouldn't have said it" her overall being gets a little more crazed as the stare she had on him grew more intense.

"I am. If all you wanted was to do was talk so bad, you could get off me and we could get this over with" this time he grits through his teeth.

He had stayed civil enough, but he could feel something wasn't right more than before.

"No! You want this! You want me!"

She doesn't allow him to answer as she forced down one of her fists to the side of his face, "don't deny me!"

Seth can't say he's entirely taken aback at the swing, but he wasn't in the best position to swing back, therefore the arm she had on his shoulder, he manages to pry away.

"Mm-mm!" Becky slips but just barely with a disadvantage as she pressed her forearm down on his neck.

"Don't you want me?? You waited so long for this and you don't like it??" Becky now begins to scream at him.

"Don't fucking push it!" He screams back, the fight of getting her off of him beginning with a fury.

"You mean you want more??" She exclaims as she successfully lands another strike, "you don't want my sweet ass anymore, do you??"

"No!!"

"Oh, you mean yeah!" She laughs an obnoxious one, similar to the ones he enjoyed doing so often.

"You crazy bitch!"

"I am!"
——-
Meanwhile, Bayley was mentally kicking herself, listening to their brawling.

"Pam, you just got a man killed" Naomi shakes her head, staying on with her as the others head off, waiting for the chaos to calm down.

"Dammit." was all Bayley could huff.
——-
Not very much later, Becky walks out the back of the empty jet with a small smile on her face.

Bayley sighs once she hears Becky emerge, turning her body back around to face her and grimacing at what she saw before shutting her eyes—unable to look.

"Is be dead?" Is all she asked.

Becky chuckles suddenly, "no, I don't think he's bled out already. Maybe in 10 minutes", she rolls her eyes.

"But, unless he gets some real professional medical attention—some that specialize in resuscitation—he might've passed on. Why? Do you wanna see?" She asks nonchalantly, wiping some blood off her cheek.

"I don't think we need to see anything, Bex. You've got blood all on your hands" Naomi points out.

Rebecca looks down at the blood that covered her hands and clothes, "it accents me well" she compliments herself.

"So, you're just gonna...leave him there? Seriously?" Bayley questions, able to properly face her this time.

"Do I look like a doctor to you? Or that I sympathize with him?" she raises her bloody fists at Bayley as a reminder that she was neither.

"Obviously not" Bayley mumbles as she shakes her head, "you should change your clothes, we still got places to be"

"I'll stay how I am," She says firmly "who am I bothering like this?"

"Possibly everybody. You might scare the daylights out of Liv. That and Sasha wants nothing to do with you" Naomi responds, crossing her legs in the seat she sat in.

"Liv? C'mon, she loves me" Becky sets herself back in her seat, "she knows I wouldn't lay a finger on her. As for Mercedes," she pauses to choose her words carefully.

"What's new?"

"We have a deal. Whatever happens to her, happens" She says sterner, "but we'll talk" she murmurs.

Bayley herself doesn't wanna be around her much longer as she asks, "so you're ready to leave?"

"I've been ready to leave. I could've checked close combat in the air off my bucket list but no, we stopped" Becky rolls her eyes.

"Fine then," Bayley quickly steps away, barely able to stand how nonchalant Becky was being as she clenched her teeth together and stepped off the plane to get the others to go back on.
——-
A few minutes pass by before everyone returns to the jet.

Charlotte's eyes go wide at the sight of Becky in her seat with some blood on her—as well as the fact that nobody seemed to care much about it.

Becky notices the look on her face and speaks, "don't worry, this will be the aftermath of you. Now, come on, come to daddy" she smirks, opening her arms out with a wink and making a grabby motion with her hands.

Charlotte doesn't move, her body in shock until she was forcefully pushed forward, "what the fuck did I tell you about listening?" Alexa growls, scolding her like a child.

She doesn't respond and unwillingly hurries to Becky, setting herself down beside her where she sat before.

Besides Naomi, Pam, and Ashley, everyone made sure they were steering clear of the Irishwoman.

Out of everyone, Sasha especially made sure she kept her distance as she looked out the window to think of anything but what Becky tried to do to her. Occasionally sniffing and wiping under her eyes, she appreciates the comfort of Lexi beside her.

A feeling of relief spreads throughout the jet as it lifts off the ground for a second time, everyone relaxing and confining to their own chatter as it went.
——
After around 12 hours and many naps, the riotous group of people step out of their jet and immediately rush to file into their safe house that was located in Milan, Italy.

Once everyone situated themselves and got into their rooms, Alexa gathered them up, stepping on a stool.

"Okay, listen!" She snaps her fingers a few times to get their attention.

"We've got all day today to do what we want, but tomorrow is straight to plans and hits, yes?" Alexa speaks, looking around the room, "hold on," she steps down, "where's Rollins?" She squints.

Just then, Becky lets out a snicker, "you left him on the plane" she shrugs casually, "you didn't check on him?"

Alexa watched her and her expressions as she spoke, putting the pieces together quickly as her eyes grew wider.

The words of anger and disbelief can't even leave her mouth as she suddenly sits down, staring at the floor and shaking her head.

She had a lot on her mind lately. With her frustrations towards Charlotte and being around her along with Becky and her aggressive shenanigans, she didn't feel like dealing with any of it.

"Sorry" Becky purses her lips and removes her eyes away from Lexi as she crossed her arms, speaking in an obviously disingenuous tone.

"Shut—" Alexa pauses, changing the direction of her sentence quickly, "don't worry about it. I should've seen it coming, actually" she murmurs.

"I can make it up to you" Becky uncrosses her arms, looking back straight at her.

"I don't think I'd wanna see how you possibly could"

"Like I'm such a bad guy" Becky rolls her eyes, "your precious girl" she points to Sasha who was still keeping her distance, "is who I want"

"Hell no. You think I want anything to do with you right now?" Sasha speaks immediately, shaking her head in complete dismissal.

"You're so dramatic" Becky enthuses, "remember that little deal we made? I'm not letting you get out of that. Sasha Banks doesn't break her word now does she? Aren't you the boss of something-something?" she bites her tongue.

Sasha presses her mouth together to bite her tongue back before chuckling under her breath at the audacity. Putting her head down with a shake of it.

"Don't play like that, Becky. What do you want with her?" Alexa asks, keeping a firm tone with her.

"Since she's still so hesitant to be around me" she points to herself, "I'll do a hit of hers. Take a load off those shoulders"

"I can do my own hits, thank you" Sasha snaps, already feeling the glare that hadn't even hit her yet.

"Don't worry about it, Mercedes" Becky grits slightly, "let me be a good friend"

"You're very unfocused. I can see it in your lovely face. You're too focused on crying about me right now" Becky speaks, "I, however, am very focused right now" she taps her foot a little anxiously "let me do it, and I'll let it go"

"Fine, fuck!" Sasha can't take much more of her, deciding not to go against the idea anymore to avoid any escalation, "you fucking pick one" she snatched up her bag to pull out a stack of papers.

"Just leave me the fuck alone" Sasha murmurs and tosses them on a table beside Becky before storming off elsewhere.

Becky doesn't react how she knows Sasha or anyone else that awkwardly stood around would expect her to as she calmly picked up the papers.

Pressing her lips together, she sucks up her ego and tells herself that she must talk to Sasha soon.

She wasn't sure how it'd go, but she knew it was necessary.

In the meantime though, she decides to see what hits she had available.

Flipping through the many pages, Becky freezes once she looks at the pictures of one of them.

"No way" she widens her eyes a little bit with an expression that was shocked, but intrigued.

"What?" Bayley asks, furrowing her brows.

"It was a mistake givin' this one to me" Becky enthuses, flipping through the pages.

"What? Why, what's going on?" Bayley looks between her and the papers.

"This girl, we know her. Very, very well"