DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

Trust Me

"Dylan, wait!" I yell, running after him as he makes his way to the roof of the complex where a helicopter is being prepped for his departure.

Yes, departure.

"Ana, I need to leave right now. It's the only way to fix this..." he yells back at me walking briskly down the hall, not looking back at me.

Getting frustrated with him I run and jump on his back, pushing us both to the floor. I have been running after him for the last fifteen minutes trying to understand why he has to leave now and he gives me vague ass replies.

He just walked into the bedroom saying something happened in Italy and him having to leave, now. I tried asking him what exactly happened but he shuts down, ignoring me and it scares me, it has to be something big to have him like that.

Groaning he turns onto his back and eases up, allowing him to do so before straddling his hips. He looks unamused and as I gaze in his eyes, they're still guarded.

"Fuck Ana!" he snaps pissed off.

"Don't you fucking Ana me!" I snap glaring at him. "A few hours ago you were all about it being me and you and how you won't leave me. Yet here you are running off without a fucking explanation. Let me in!"

I am pissed. He's preaching shit about us when everything is calm but as soon as a problem arises it's all him! I tried to calmly ask him but he decides its better I don't know for my safety, that's when I get mad.

"Ana, this is something I need to take care of-" he starts but I cut him off.

"Stop!" I bellow narrowing my eyes. "I deserve to know, where you're going and why you have to leave! I am your fiancé, soon to be wife! Or does that mean nothing?!"

His face softens and he grips my hips, sitting up. "Of course it matters, but-"

"But nothing! You're supposed to trust me Dylan not push me away. Now please if this collar means anything to you, trust in me," I plead, touching the leather collar that wraps around my neck.

Dylan stares at me for a few seconds before closing his eyes and sighing. "They killed him, Ana. They shot Charlie."

I can't speak. I'm floored, Dylan's father is dead. Naturally, you'd think he'd be happy to get that manipulative bastard out of his life but that's overshadowed by the fact that he's just lost another one of his parents.

I'm honestly unsure of how to reply to this. I hate Charles Silvestre, that I know but Dylan is hurt. He wanted a father that would love him, give him that parental love his mother wasn't here to give but instead he gets one that uses him... And even though, he put him through a lot, it hurts to hear that he died.

"I'm so sorry baby," I say pulling him to my chest as he shakes, emotions taking him over.

"I shouldn't... he was... he... doesn't deserve to be missed... but..."

"Sh," I coo as I cradle his head. "I understand, He may be a piece of shit but he's still your dad and his death affects you. It's okay baby..."

Dylan shakes in my arms, tears soaking the dress shirt I am wearing but he never makes a sobbing sound. I hold him for minutes as he breaks down and it nearly brings me to tears watching him break down over that piece of shit.

Charlie didn't deserve to be the father. Just look at what he put Dylan through, forcing him into the Mafia, placing him in danger and now, indirectly hurting him with his death.

I may sound like a bitch but Charles didn't deserve Dylan's tears, not one bit.

Pulling back, Dylan looks up at me with bloodshot eyes and I cup his face before placing a kiss on his forehead. His grip tightens around me and I kiss his cheeks, his nose, his eyelids and then his lips.