It begins with us.

Chapter Four

Yaakovs POV

My mind was pulling me into a direction I did not like, playing a game of tug-of-war with my head and this strange feeling deep inside my chest cavity, making me think I needed to visit Dr Samuel so that he could remove it immediately. I knew I shouldn't have picked her up, leaving her there was an option but not one that I was willing to risk my men over for, or that of my family and people.

Leaving her would have been wrong.

It would have put myself and so many others at risk.

That was the only reason I took her...so why was I feeling differently?

My body was reacting to this tiny little warrior that was laid out on the bed, so small in comparison to the king size mattress that laid out beneath her. I had instructed the Doctors to have her sent to my home after she was stable enough to be transported. She had already coded twice and I wasn't going to risk her coding again. My jaw clenched at the memory, feeling this unexpected weight that slammed into my chest, making my skin feel like a bucket of ice water had been poured over me, clinging to my body that no amount of warmth was able to extinguish it.

I had just barely registered the team of Doctors and nurses running all around her, trying to save her life as my eye's took in the sight of her twisted body. Hands roughly pushing down on top of her sternum as they frantically tried to get her heart beating again, the resuscitation mask that was being used to push oxygen down the tube that was taped off inside her mouth was something that still hurt to see.

Her lifeless body...

I snapped my eyes shut as I leaned over, resting my elbows on top of my knees taking in large deep breaths, trying to will my body to begin to react differently, normally, but it didn't listen. Or wouldn't, because it was captivated by the beauty that I saw. She was like a magnet, pulling me towards her, as if I had no control over my actions what so ever. She was constantly on my mind that I began to question my sanity. It had been three weeks since she was found clinging to life and brought here, we had received word that the military base she belonged to was searching for her three hours after that.

I could scene my men's apprehension with the whole situation, feeling their worry and anxiousness whenever I entered a room, telling me that I needed to come up with a plan and fast. Or we would be having the US Army over for dinner. My body ached with restlessness, my eye's burned from lack of sleep that I was sure I came back from the desert with sand in them. They stung every time I closed them.

The only thing I was capable of doing was having a shower, and thank god for small miracles because the last thing I wanted was to walk around stinking up the place. My sour mood was already felt by everyone that they all began to walk on egg shells around me, my cold ruthless stare had them looking down every time I walked past.

I didn't like that side of me.

Well, I did but not towards my men, staff and family. They didn't deserve that from me. I only reserved my aggressive and untamed side for my enemy's. That included the Dumrains family from about three months ago. That thought alone left disgust in my mouth.

I had a lot to deal with, and they were number two on my list, the heavenly beauty recovering up stairs was my number one priority, and this was the first time I had put feelings in front of duty. Ever since the deaths of Noam and Rakel Dumrain, their eldest son Uri has been dealing with the shade of Israel's back alleys and harbors'. Hearing whispers of the Mafiyah Yisrelit taking part in something we and the other three family's were strictly against.

Human trafficking of women and children.

Our organization's had never taken part in that disgusting business, despite what the media would say about us. We never touched that side of crime and we never would.