DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

Taking It Slow

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Do you know those dreams that you get that leave an emotional sensation when they're over but no memory of what happened? Those dreams that warn you of something evil to come... nightmares.

A nightmare is what had me awake at 4 a.m., clutching the sheets against my chest. My skin is sweaty and my heartbeats frantically and loudly in my ears... yet not enough to block out the hammering next door.

My nightmare may have jolted me awake from my hour-long nap but the fact that my aunt and uncle are getting it on in the room beside me is what's really keeping me awake. I thought my parents were awful with the noises they make but these two... they topped that. There's a thunderstorm raging outside yet the banging of the bed on the wall out claps the thunder.

"Not again..." I groan and it syncretizes with my aunt's own.

I sit up, the sheets falling to my lap before looking out the window near my bed. The lightning flashes followed by a loud clap of thunder and the rain hammers on the roof... yet my aunt's cries are still clear and audible.

Nope, I'm not going through this again...

Sighing, I kick the sheets off me before gathering them in my arms and tiptoeing out the guestroom. I make my way down the hall, grimacing as I hear my uncle tell my aunt to put her ass in the air so Daddy can fuck her. Upon hearing that, I quicken my pace and reach down the stairs in record time.

Stepping into the living area, I mentally thank the lord that I can't hear them anymore. I spot a familiar silhouette near a corner in the room, the lightning flashes and the room's momentarily illuminated. I smile as I see Dylan's form spread out on the blow-up mattress catching some Zs and I internally gush at how cute he looks.

The mattress is way too small for him as his legs hang over the edges but that doesn't stop me from making my way towards him, my aim to lie beside him.

As deftly as I can, I crawl onto the mattress beside him spreading the sheet over my form before clutching it to my chest. I look up as the lightning flashes once more, smiling at Dylan's sleepy face. He looks so relaxed, peaceful...

This isn't a look I've seen on his face since our teen years and it's a relief to see him not fretting over our situation...

I spend a few minutes admiring him and soon my eyes start closing. The noise of the storm slowly disappearing as I bask in the warmth of his body near mine. I'm jolted awake again minutes later as hands grip my waist pulling me closer to a warm body and thick arms wrap around me, nestling me against a comfy chest.

"They're at it again aren't they?" he asks, his voice gruff and husky.

I nod wrapping my arms around him, inhaling his musky and highly addictive scent. I rub my nose against his firm chest and he releases a husky chuckle.

"I've experienced worse... Trust me this is the diluted version. Plus, it's just the third night. You'll get used to it," he states when I settle down, gently running his fingers through my hair.

Yes, it's been two days and three nights and we're still at the cabin awaiting Raphael's all-clear call. It's been approximately 72 hours and Raphael has failed to update Dylan on whether he has successfully made it to the nearby compound or regained control of the Santa Ana compound.

Over the days Dylan and Uncle Dimitri have been going up the mountain to a spot where he can get a clear signal to check on the developments outside of this little cabin but nothing... I'm starting to get worried, if Raphael hasn't called it's obvious that something is wrong and if something is wrong we all are in danger.