DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

Massive Attack (Prt 1)

"Get down!"

Heeding the warning, I duck as a man appears down the hall, the bullet he fires flying over my head. Raphael returns fire hitting him in the head and he falls to the ground.

Fuck! I stare at the body practicing my breathing as Raphael had said. I can't freak out on him again... When he had shot the first guy killing him I'd had a panic attack. That was fifteen men ago. I need to keep myself under control if I want to make it out of here alive.

"Come on," he says pulling off the ground, around a corner and towards a bifurcated staircase.

The sound of shots firing stops his advances and he presses us against a wall. He leans forward, observing the scene and I do the same. Men are kneeling behind a barricade of furniture leaned onto the railings and bags of ammunition and multiple weapons lie at their feet. They're shooting at the men below who litter what looks like a living room.

The men are dressed in suits with various weapons strapped on them and some have what looks like bulletproof, plastic shields on their arms. A contrast to Dylan's men who are in basically casual attire and bulletproof vests.

The men in suits start to advance towards the stairs, aiming to take charge of three-quarters of the battlefield. Dylan's men noticing this pour more power into their defence, trying to dwindle their numbers. A few of them drop dead, but the enemy still pushes on.

Dylan's men fire, reload and repeat. A guy receives a shot to his shoulder but he pushes on. He rips his shirt and ties the cloth around his wound before grabbing a large gun and firing like a mad man.

I'm so engrossed in the battle that I barely register the sound footsteps behind us. I'm only alerted when Raphael in a swift move, flips our positions before aiming at the direction of the sound.

The man turns the corner and Raphael lowers his gun as he recognises who it is.

"Capo," he says as Dylan marches towards us without his suit jacket, a gun in hand and blood splattered on his shirt.

"Men are entering from the floors above us. I need you to get a team, go to the security room and put the house on lockdown," Dylan states throwing Raphael a disposable phone which he catches.

"Call me when it's done. After activating it each level will lockdown within a minute. You'll have five minutes to make it to this floor."

"Understood," Raphael nods before turning towards the men at the staircase and screaming instructions in Italian.

Three men break the defence and make their way over to Raphael. With a nod towards their boss, the group makes their way towards the direction Dylan came from moments ago.

I watch as they disappear around the corner before placing my focus on the man in front of me. His eyes stare intently at me, gazing over my body, looking for something. He steps forward after a few seconds before grabbing my T-shirt and lifting it.

On a normal day, I'd kick him so hard in the nuts he'd throw them up, but today's not a normal day. Plus, I know what he's looking for and it's not to get a peek of my breasts.

He studies the black vest strapped onto my torso, checking to ensure everything is in place before nodding and dropping the shirt. He then touches my hair, nodding at the braid that falls down my back.

Raphael had explained to me that my hair would cause problems during the attack so he braided it, quite well too.

"Stay by my side. If you fall behind or leave my side for any reason the men attacking us won't hesitate to shoot you," he states, placing his hand on my shoulder and holding my gaze. "Are we clear?"