Secrets Leave Scars [EDITING]

24 - Savior

Marcus's POV:

I pull up to the warehouse, silently praying it's the right place. I secure my gun in my belt as I step out of the car. The building is tall and old. I knock on the rusty door, staring straight into the camera above me. I hear voices in my earpiece, members confirming their positions. They know to go in only after I signal.

"Marcus Steele," a voice growls through the camera. "If I knew a stupid little girl was all it took to get you to myself I would've done this a long time ago."

"Come out and face me Ivan," I respond, my voice cold and steady. He laughs on the other end as the door before me unlocks with a click. Two guards dressed in black exit the door, behind them the bastard himself. Two more guards follow closely behind. "You're really that incapable of beating me," I laugh, pleased.

He purses his lips, unamused. "Slide your weapons across the floor," he grunts.

"Yes sir," I smile, slowly removing the gun from my belt. I hear commotion in my earpiece as I utter the signal words. I take a deep breath as I release the weapon to my enemy. A guard reaches down to retrieve the weapon as Ivan circles in closer.

"So Isobel Pierce," he smirks. "What's so special about her?" The last thing I want to talk about is the strange connection I feel with a stranger. I don't know why I feel it, but I do. I take a deep breath, reminding myself I have to speak, in order to allow my recruits enough time to save her.

"She's not special," I spit, although the truth is, she is. "She's one of my recruits, I don't leave anyone behind it's called loyalty." I stand up straight as he continues circling me. He thinks it's intimidating.

"And do you dance with all your recruits too?"

It takes everything in me to remain calm. I need to keep him occupied. "Everyone did that dance," I state firmly.

"Well I think you would make a lovely couple," he chuckles. "I'm not sure if she'll be able to dance with you again though, considering I plunged a knife deep into her leg."

My blood boils as I twitch in rage. He continues, "Did I mention that she tastes wonderful?" At that, my anger grows. I swing around quickly, holding back the desire to slit his throat right here. His laughs grow louder as he holds his hand to his chest.

"I'm here," I grunt, "now you'll let her go."

"How noble of you," he continues, ignoring my statement. "Sharing your play toy with me." I lunge at him angrily. Grabbing onto his neck, I straddle him with my legs. I pound my fist into his jaw until gun shots ring out. His guards stand above me, ripping me away.

"You shouldn't have done that Steele," Ivan grunts as he rises to his feet again. His look is angry now, as he signals to his guards to take me inside. I still haven't gotten the confirmation from my team, they're still in there.

I quickly elbow a guard in the face, buying some more time. I sweep kick one man, tripping him. I steal one another's gun and hold it up. "You're outnumbered Steele." I look as they slowly regain their balance, pointing their weapons at me.

I shoot, killing one guard instantly. More bullets are released into the air, one brushing against my arm. I fall to my knees in pain, grabbing onto my injury. Two guards pick up my body when I hear someone through my mic.

"We got her Boss, heading out now," Kol's voice whispers. I sigh in relief as they drag my body to the door. Three more gunshots echo as the guards go limp. I scurry away, while Ivan rushes back into the comfort of the warehouse. Dimitri's sniper sticks out from the trunk of my car.

"Let's go," he grunts, moving to the front seat. I hold onto my arm, applying pressure as blood falls. I groan as I get into the vehicle and Dimitri drives away.

Isobel's POV:

I hear the sound of gunshots echo from behind the walls. The distant sounds of foot steps grow louder by the second. My heart beat quickens as I prepare myself to fight back. "It's about da*n time," I grunt to myself, waiting for my rescue.

The two guards in the room look at each other, unsure of what do to. They inch closer to me, when the door swings open. Kol is leading the way, Axel, Trinity, Ivy, and Omar closely behind him.

The guards ready themselves for action, holding me in the chair as a human shield. I tug angrily at the ropes binding my hands together. "Drop your weapons or I'll kill her," one man warns. I watch as they lower their weapons.

Adrenaline runs through my body as I move in my chair. Forcefully, I rip my uninjured out from the ropes and kick the guard holding me. Startled, he drops the chair and me with it. The recruits jump into action, fighting off the men, their weapons still unreachable. I kick my legs, trying to free my hands when Trinity runs over. She quickly releases me and grabs me by the arm.

"Wait," I whisper, looking down at one of the guns on the floor. Trinity looks back at me, then slowly picks it up. "He's mine," I snarl. I lift the gun, suddenly feeling no guilt or remorse. I pull the trigger, the bullet landing in one guards heart. The other falls to the ground as Kol finishes the job.

"Come on let's get outta here," he says, rushing to my side. "We got her Boss, heading out now," he speaks into his earpiece. The pain comes rushing back in as the adrenaline leaves my body. I lean on Kol and Trinity as we limp out of the building.

***

I wake up in the medical center. The trip back to headquarters is all a blur. I groan, looking around for anyone. Marcus sits on my bedside, staring down at his phone screen. He looks over and his face turns soft. "Hey," he whispers. "How are you feeling?"

I slowly sit up, clearing my throat. "I've been better." I hear the door open as people rush in. Kol, Axel, Ivy, Trinity, and Omar approach my bed. I feel a hand on my arm, too disoriented to determine whose. "Hi guys," I whisper, softly.

"Alright she needs rest, you guys can see her in the morning," Marcus intervenes, sternly.

"I'm fine Marcus," I protest groggily. The recruits go silent as they hear me call him by his first name. They must've expected some kind of punishment, but instead he brushes it off, continuing to direct them out of the room. I sigh as he returns to my bed side.

His hands wrap around my back as he leans down to my level. He gently slides my legs off the bed and lifts me, cradle style. "I got you," he says softly. I rest my hand on his chest, noticing he's wearing the same thing from the ball, almost three days ago. I look down at my tattered dress, dried blood covering it. "It's okay I got you."