DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

Decoy

"I can't believe I'm doing this," I mumble as I hold on tightly to the seatbelts wrapped around my torso.

My eyes aimlessly watch the waves ripple in moonlight, a few splashes disrupting the flow as aquatic animal prance about. The moon is full tonight and the weather is calm, the perfect weather or a flight.

"We'll be there in a few minutes Ms. Blake," Freddy announces as he steers the aircraft.

I nod, breathing deeply as the helicopter glides over the deep blue sea.

The men, security guards, sitting beside me look calm and collected, staring out the windows. There are six of us in the helicopter, Freddy and his copilot, the three additional guards and me.

There will be more meeting us at the landing site and they will accompany me to the private strip, where I will meet one of Dylan's men. Resting my head against the window, closing my eyes trying my hardest not to overthink all that has happened tonight.

"Cristiano has been shot and is undergoing surgery right now. He will be fine but Adonis thinks you need to be with him when he wakes up. Raphael didn't make it and he fears Cristiano won't handle it well so, he's sending a jet to pick you up at a private strip in Miami in an hour. He needs you..."

Cristiano has been shot... has been shot... been shot... shot...

This had to be some joke.

"I'm sorry, Elia?" I ask my voice shaky and she hums into the phone. "I don't buy what you say for a minute..."

"Indiana, please I am not-" she tries to protest but I don't allow her to speak.

"...If what you are saying is true Adonis should contact me himself! I don't appreciate you trying to toy with me like this. Now, get the fuck off my phone!"

I hang up the phone, leaning on the wall before sliding down to the floor. She couldn't be telling the truth, could she?

The possibility leaves my emotions going haywire. My throat is clogged, my eyes start to burn and my heart seems to be on crack. My lips tremble, the thought of Dylan injured and going under the knife plaguing me...

...and Raphael, is he really gone? The memories of the last time I met him start playing in my head. He was kind to me, he seemed like a genuine friend to Dylan and to hear that he's dead.

I take a deep breath shaking my head, this must be a trick, a trap to coax me into the enemy's arm. I don't know that woman, I have never met here... Why should I trust her words? But what if it is true?

That thought causes my stomach to sink and I find myself shaking, my heart confused. The' what if's attack me and I find myself overthinking the situation.

Could it be real?

"Everything okay, Indie?" I hear Georgie call from the living room and I notice the noise has ceased.

"Yeah," I call back scrabbling to my feet and wiping away idle tears that found their way on my cheeks.

I sniffle, gripping the phone in my palm before making my way to the living room. Upon entering, I find the two children fast asleep on the couch, cuddling each other and Georgie resting in one of the armchairs, fiddling with her phone.

"They're asleep?" I ask and Georgie nods.

"They passed out fifteen minutes ago," she points out and I suck in a breath. Just how long was I in that hallway for? "I was going to tuck them in but I decide to give you a little more time with your fiancé."