Crazy In Love || Dylan O'Brien

Chapter 18

Playlist: Deep End-Ruelle

"What is the meaning of this?!"

Storming past the men standing outside their master's room, he barges inside without a care for the consequences. Anger is visible on his face and he wasn't leaving without answers.

"I should be asking you this, Captain Jones, you're the one barging in here with no respect whatsoever...seems to me like you've forgotten your place"

His british accent drips heavily, leaving the room silent. The men that were rushing in after Captain Jones to stop him, halting in their tracks on hearing their master's icy tone. It was one to send cold shivering chills down the strongest man's spine.

But captain Jones tries not to show his fear, after all he knew what this man was capable of.

"I thought we had a deal" Jones says through gritted teeth.

"I thought that too...why, did either of us break it without my knowledge? "

"I found this stuck to my front door" he shows the British man the icicle he brought with him.

"What's the meaning of this?" The other man asks with a small frown.

"It means that frost bitch kidnapped my little daughter, you promised that she'd be kept out of all this, that she'd stay safe!"

Outraged, he takes a step forward towards the other man. Two men step forward, ready to take him down, but quickly stand down on their master raising up a hand to stop them.

"I'm a man of my word and you know that, Captain Jones...Clyde, find me Ms Snow and the captain's daughter"

With that the man leaves to fullfil his master's request.

"Next time you barge in here like that again, Captain Jones...will be the end of our deal"

Looking the other side, already losing interest in the man standing before him. With that captain Jones turns to leave, mentally hoping that his daughter would be brought back home safely like the British man had promised.

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"Where's your head at, Rhea?"

Ivana asks as she knocks the brunette down to the floor, her sword moving down quickly towards her as she lies on her back. Holding her sword up, Rhea manages to push the blonde woman off her before sliding from beneath her.

Puffing out the air in her lungs, she's breathing heavily. True to her word, Ivana had been training both Rhea and Dylan for a couple hours now. While on one hand the brown eyed boy seemed to pick up on things quickly, Rhea didn't seem to be as focused as her head was elsewhere.

"I don't think this is my weopon" she shakes her head, her voice cracking as her chest burned with the need of water.

"Then why did you choose it?" Ivana asks with raised eyebrows.

She couldn't answer her, since she didn't know the answer to that question herself either.

"How about a five minute break? And, Rhea?"

She turns her attention on the blonde before she could leave.

"I want you to be sure if this is the weopon for you when you come back...or if there's another weopon you'd rather choose"

With a hesitant nod, Rhea turns around and walks away, in the direction of the blue eyed boy. He was throwing punches at a heavy looking punching bag, it was obvious that he had good fighting skills, but without a weopon Rhea couldn't help but feel worried.