At Your Service (BWWM)

Chapter 26

"Dyan!" I called as I ran after the damn woman.

She twisted and turned through the crowd keeping her head low so I couldn't easily spot her. I guessed that Ryder boot camp paid off, because I'm losing her. Both literally and figuratively

The only thing keeping me on her tracks was the bandana, which I'm surprised she hadn't scrapped yet.

The cupcake sprang left with its owner and I forced my way through the crowd to follow her. I ran pushing people out of my way and from the corner of my eyes, I caught a familiar Yankee's cap working its way stealthy through the crowd and towards Dyan.

The guys at the market that attacked her wore the same cap... The Silver Sword.

Springing into action, I moved faster dodging people and jumping or sliding under obstacles in my way. This felt almost like a videogame, find the cupcake before the Yankee gets to her...

From my left, I saw another Yankee's cap then two more on the right. They were zoning in on her... Her pace was fast but she wasn't aware of the men trying to abduct her...

"Shit..." I cursed as one of the Yankees appear in front of her placing his hands on her shoulders, keeping her in place.

His lips moved rapidly but I couldn't hear shit from my distance and the noise around me wasn't helping. Pushing through the crowd with a hammering heart, I saw Dyan's body jerk as she tried to pull away from Yankee but he wrapped his arm around her reprimanding her.

She shook and pulled but it was no use, he had a stronghold on her. He started to pull her to the side and my mind started seeing red but no matter how I ran they seemed to get further away.

Dyan was running out of time and I was too far away to help... or so I thought.

Using her forehead, Dyan head-butted Yankee and by the expression on his face, kneed him in the family jewels. She took off running again this time faster...

I went to pursue her when a hand collided with my chest causing me to hit the ground. I looked up shocked before rolling to the side as a foot was about to stomp my chest. I wrapped my legs around the Yankee's and flipped him unto the ground.

The people around us hurried to give us space looking in anticipation probably thinking it was some sort of entertainment.

Yankee dove on top of me and swung his fist at my face. Moving quickly, I turned my head in the opposite direction of his swing and used the force to switch our positions. He head-butted me fazing me before fisting me off his form.

I groaned as my side hits the ground but I have no time to think before a foot connected with my stomach. Reacting quickly, I grabbed his foot, twisting his ankle.

He groaned in pain attempting to pull his foot back... I used his persistence against him by releasing his foot, he stumbled backwards but was too slow to counter my attack as I swept his legs from under him. He hit his head hard on the ground as he fell and the people around us gasped.

Jumping to my feet, I paid little attention to his injured form or their shocked expressions as I scanned the crowd for Dyan.

Where the fuck are you Cupcake?

Not seeing any signs of her I start to panic only to spot a Yankee cap moving through the crowd and I pushed through the crowd towards it.

My abdomen ached but I paid no attention to it. Those bastards were chasing, Cupcake; I need to get to her.

Yankee turns left between two deserted booths and I quicken my pace trying not to lose him

Rounding the corner, I freeze at the sight before me.

Dyan's eyes widened digging into my soul as she fought against the hands holding her. A few seconds later they closed, the chemical from the rag over her nose kicking in. Her body slumped against her attacker and he hoisted her over his shoulder.

"Cover me and try not to draw attention to yourselves," the attacker stated turning on his heels with Dyan.

My body kicks into action, charging at the men. Fists flew, kicks connected with their intended targets, blades swiping and the three Yankees fell to the ground defeated... Hurriedly, I pat them down ignoring the cuts on my body and feeling for a gun only to come up empty.

"Fuck," I curse before grabbing a knife off the ground.

I sprint after Dyan and her attacker, stopping short at the sight of her Cupcake bandana on the ground.

I bent down and grabbed it in my fist, my anger spiking as I stared at the silhouette of a man dashing behind the booths with someone over his shoulder.

I ran after them, my feet stomping on the ground. The man spun around noticing me and the glint of light on his gun alerted me before a shot flew over my head as I dove.

I rolled to the side of a booth seeking cover as gunshots and the noise blend into one. He ceased fire and the tapping of footsteps alerted me that he was on the move.

I ran out from the booth, this time running through the crowd after him. I saw his figure at the gaps between the booths and I put more power in my strides, reaching ahead of him.

On three, I turn jumping through a gap, tackling him to the ground. Dyan fell harshly with a thud and I cursed as the attacker clocked me in the face. I raised my arm with the knife slashing it at this shadow-covered face but he used his arms as shields.

He moved to kick him off him but I am quicker evading his attack, moving to the side and stabbing him in the shoulder.

He grunts as I rip the blade from his skin only to slash his arm as he tried to fight back. He rolled away from me trying to escape but I grabbed his leg slashing his Achilles tendon.

He shouted in pain turning around with his gun pointed at me. I turn just in time, a bullet hitting my shoulder and not my skull. I continued to roll bullets missing or grazing my flesh.

His gun ran out of bullets seconds later and I pounced aiming the blade at him. He grabbed my arm wrestling me but I slammed his body against the ground momentarily stunning him.

"Why are you here?!" I bellowed blade against his throat.

He scoffed spitting in my face and I fist him hard before wiping away his saliva.

"Why are the Silver Swords after her?" I questioned again. "What do you know?!"

He chuckled humorlessly.

"You'll never know," he seethed with a thick Russian accent.

It happened so fast I didn't even see it coming. He threw his body forward cutting his throat against the blade. I was thrown back as he slumped to the side dead.

He killed himself.