VOLKO

Chapter Forty

I barely had time to react as the two men burst through the door.

Not caring I flung whatever I could at them, mainly books. Most missing due to my rubbish aim. It took them less than a minute to grab me, my attempts to fight were quickly damped as my hands were harshly pulled behind my back. Biting my lip to stop myself from crying out in pain.

The lack of physical attack didn't go unnoticed. I'd managed to at least scratch one of the men in the face and kick the other, yet neither laid a hand on me which wasn't necessary.

Stumbling to keep up with their long legs, the men practically dragged me into the room, like Conor had with Dean moments ago. Fear gripped me into silence. Am I about to meet the same fate? Yet I didn't have anyone on the inside to shoot a load of people for me.

As I entered the room, Dean paroled the room, pacing like a tiger in a cage. His piercing stare, watching as the men shoved me into a chair. If I hadn't just witnessed the death of tens of people I might have mistaken Dean's expression for compassion.

Still lying limp on the floor were the body's of men shot, my stomach clenched as I fought control not to vomit everywhere. My father, still with a gun to his head stood wide eyed at the scene unravelling in front of him. He didn't look at me at all, he focused on Dean. Probably trying to figure out his next move.

Dean took up my entire field of vision, his lean muscle rippling with each step. Regardless of the cuts and bruises, he radiated strength. One glance at the spot of blood from the massacre, caused a quick intake of air in an effort not to throw up.

The man I'd once laid in bed with, shared the most intimate places of myself. The man I thought I'd loved, and would protect me, stepped around the room full of lifeless bodies.

"Someone get me some fucking clothes." Dean yelled, his penetrating gaze unmoving from mine.

The room stayed silent as a man rushed forward with some clothes. He reached his hand to take it when Diego made a bid for me. Instantly I tried to get away, afraid for the first time of what he'd do to me.

"His daughter." A much unfriendlier smile than the one I'd seen the last time I saw him, appeared as Diego looked at me.

Seeing the panic, Dean's other hand automatically connected with Diego's chest, stopping him from taking another step towards me. Although my feelings for Dean had changed dramatically in the last couple of minutes, the security being around him brought me wouldn't go away.

The idea was laughable and yet true. I'd watched him order men dead a moment ago. He'd changed from my father's protector to... to what? His enemy? My enemy?

"She's out of bounds. I already told you." His words left no room for argument.

"There's a brother right?" Diego's question made me switch my attention to him.

"No! Leave Jake alone." I screamed, the word coming out of my mouth before I could stop them.

Diego looked like he wanted to say some, but a glance at Dean shut him up.

"I don't understand. I thought you hated him. He killed your family!" With a gun pressed to his temple, Robert spoke. No once had he looked my way.

"Dean?" Diego confusingly looked at Dean who dressed into a loose pair of running shorts. Diego strolled towards Robert with an attitude far too casual for the situation. "Oh no, we go way back. He trained me to channel my anger into something constructive. Like taking you down."

A man shoved Robert roughly down into a seat, he'd visibly paled. A realisation had washed over him, staring I attempted to figure out what it was. What the hell was going on here?