Being His

Chapter 19

Ezekiel's heart was a cold, unfeeling thing. It had seen too much death, too much violence. But even he was taken aback by the sheer brutality of the attack. The blood, the shattered glass - it was as if a hurricane had swept through his life, leaving nothing untouched. All for one person. His girl. He surveyed the bedroom. The room was a mess, glass, feathers from the damaged pillows, blood and a faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air. His gaze froze when he saw them - three men, bound and gagged, lying on the floor at the foot of her bed. They were the ones who attacked her. Ezekiel's hands trembled as he approached them. He didn't know what he was feeling - anger? Relief? Disbelief? It was as if a storm had raged inside of him, and he was still trying to make sense of the wreckage. Carefully, he undid the knots that held them captive. They didn't struggle; they knew what he was capable of. As soon as they were free, they cowered on the floor, their faces buried in their hands, whimpering in fear. Ezekiel stood over them, his expression unreadable. He didn't speak; he didn't need to. His silence was more terrifying than any words could ever be.

Finally, as he was about to turn away from them, his gaze drifting back to their bodies, he saw that those who had injuries were bandaged. The anger that had been simmering beneath the surface now boiled over, and he let out a primal scream that echoed through the house. The sound was chilling, and it sent a shiver down the spines of the three men cowering at his feet.

He paced the room, his hands clenched into fists, his jaw tight. He walked the perimeter of the room, circling his prey like a hungry wolf. The men on the floor whimpered and cowered, fearing the worst. Even when she was attacked, his Freyja was kind enough to bandage them up. He just got her back and already someone was trying to take her from him.

Then he spoke. "You have no idea what you've done," he said, his voice low and menacing. "No idea of the hell you've unleashed." He looked down at them, his expression unreadable. "I could kill you all right now, and not lose a wink of sleep." The men on the floor trembled in fear. They knew he wasn't bluffing. They had seen the way he had slaughtered his own men like they were nothing. They didn't dare to hope for mercy, but they clung to the tiny thread of it anyway.

"But," one of them managed to choke out, "She's alive! She didn't get hurt!". Those were the wrong words to speak in this situation, the man knew as soon as he said them, the other two looked at their partner as if he was stupid.

Ezekiel's head snapped up, his expression shifting from contemplative to furious in an instant. He towered over them, his eyes burning with an unholy fire. "You think that makes a difference?" he spat. "She's mine, you understand? Mine! And you came here and tried to take her from me!" the men flinched at the look they received. "Rio, do you think Freyja will sleep if she know her attackers are free, roaming the city?".

Rio stepped forward his eyes set in a steel gaze. "No Boss, I think it will give her nightmares".

"We can't have that" Ezekiel looked at his right hand man. "Take care of it". He left the house and made his way to the car. Getting in the back seat, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. His heart was still racing, but he forced himself to focus on the woman asleep beside him. He had sent her to the car after calming her down.

"I don't know what I'd do if anything had happened to you" he whispered, gently stroking her hair. "I'm so sorry this had to happen. I should have protected you better." She stirred in her sleep, mumbling something incoherent before settling back into a deeper slumber. Ezekiel leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "But don't worry I will now".

Outside, the three men were being led away into another car. Rio watching as them with a keen. Ezekiel couldn't help but feel a bit of disappointment at not being the one to punish them for attacking his Freyja. But the woman herself was his top priority right now. He made eye contact with Rio and the man nodded before entering the same car as the three men then it drove away. Ezekiel signaled for his drive to leave as well but stationed 4 of his men at the house in case anyone made another surprise visit. They arrived at the mansion, and Ezekiel helped her out of the car, carrying her inside. He gently laid her down on the bed in his room, making sure she was comfortable. He carefully covered her in the blanket, during the task he couldn't help but admire her beauty, even with the bruise marring her perfect skin.

After making sure she was settled, he walked over to his desk and poured himself a stiff drink, downing it in one gulp. He needed something to calm his nerves after the ordeal they had just been through. He took a deep breath and sat down in his chair, looking out the window at the darkened city beyond. Ezekiel knew that he had to find out who was responsible for organizing the attack on Freyja. It went beyond just those three men; there had to be a mastermind behind it all. He would find all the answers when Rio returned, and when he did, there would be no mercy. He would make sure that they suffered the an even worse fate than what he had planned. The thought consumed him and when Rio returned with the information he wanted he planned how he would get revenge for his sweet Freyja.