DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

Us

Dylan above.

I release a startled scream, pushing Dylan away from me before whipping my head about looking for the owner of that voice... that feminine voice.

"Who's there?" I call out, eyes flickering around the empty living and kitchen area.

"Oh, dear... Was I interrupting something?" her voice asks, resonating around the cabin. "Dylan, I thought we specified no puttanas in our cabin?"

Puttana... Who is she calling a whore? And 'our' cabin?

"She's not a puttana ... and this is an emergency visit not one of convenience. All my places are under watch." Dylan states gruffly after picking up himself off the floor, that I had pushed him on.

"Who are you talking to? And where is she?" I ask pointedly, glaring at Dylan wanting answers.

I'm so confused that I've even started to wonder if this place is haunted or something...

"I own this cabin sweetheart, at least my husband and I do... As for where I am... I'm not in the cabin at the moment. I've just tapped into its security feed, speaking through the speakers." the voice answers again. "Now I'd like you to get your pretty little ass off my counter."

I hop down immediately, red in the face. How did she know where I am? Are there cameras in here? I wonder, looking around frantically for the devices when her words finally sink in. She said she and her husband owned this cabin. Didn't Dylan say it was his safe house? Does that mean he's marri—?

"So... who is she and why is she here, Dylan?" the woman asks cutting off my thoughts.

"I thought you could see us..." Dylan says leaning onto the counter, his eyes locked on me studying my expression. "You should recognize her."

"The video fe... isn't picking... but I'm able to... up your heat signatures... that's... I know you were planning... scar... marble counters," she responds her voice breaking up, static hurting my ears.

"We can't hear you," Dylan replies. "You're breaking up."

"Coming... up... the cabin... Bad... nal... See you... oon," and with that the voice completely disappeared.

I stand there, watching Dylan as he watches me. My thoughts are running wild thinking of the possibility... Is Dylan married? I remember when we were at the restaurant and Mr. Jenson asked him if there was anyone special in his life. He said no but now I wonder if he was he lying.

"What's on your mind Ana?" he asks, sharp eyes locked on me. "Confusion is written all over your face. Tell me."

I swallow the lump in my throat, blurting out the question on my mind. "Are you married?"

Dylan's face scrunches up in confusion. "What? Why would you think I'm married?"

"The voice... She said she owes this cabin with her husband," I explain, watching his reaction. "Isn't this your safe house? Wouldn't that mean she was referring to you? I mean I understand if you've moved on to someone else but I don't understand why you'd try and play me. Unless of course, she's not your wife in the biblical sense but just for a business deal. Which I'd understand but this... us. It would be wrong, you're a married man... another woman's man."

I ramble a bit, twisting my fingers and as the words wife and married past my lips, the disgust placed on them does not go unnoticed by Dylan. Understanding dawns on his face as I had rambled and his lips lift in amusement.