DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

IT IS DONE (DYLAN)

"Blow that motherfucker up!" I yell, my blood boiling.

I spin the wheel swiftly, dodging the bullets as I rush towards my daughter. I hear their laughter as the helicopter pulls away, taunting me.

'What's happen-?' Dria starts to ask but I interrupt.

"Take that fucking copter down!" I yell, watching as the helicopter heads left.

'Alright,' Dimitri states, not questioning my instructions.

I rush closer towards her, she kicks and screams, trying to stay afloat.

"Diana!"

Her head dips twice but not returning to the surface and my heart hammers against my chest. No!

The fins start to sink, heading towards the blooded waters and grit my teeth. I need to get to her first!

I tuck the gun into my waistband, pulling the boat to an abrupt stop before jumping into the water that feels icy against my skin. The liquid surrounds my form, my clothes almost weightless as I burrow deeper, my vision slightly blurred. Sounds are muffled, the water is clouded and worse of all I can't find her.

Air bubbles catch my attention and I dive deeper pushing against the resistance following the trail. Finally, I make out her shape a dark blur in the ocean waters. Her limbs are being waved around as she tries to dog paddle her way to the top. As I push closer my heart hammers not for the lack of air but her. Her lips part as she kicks and reaches out to the surface wishing it would pull her to the air above.

Her eyes widen as she sees me and she kicks harder, reaching for me. That's when I see it. The outline of a shark circling us, watching its prey.

My feet find strength, the adrenaline pushing me forward. I am so close, inches from grasping her hand when I see movement to my left.

I'm hit to the side by the incoming shark that swims away swiftly circling once more. I feel the pain in my side and I mentally cuss myself as I remember my bleeding wound. I'm just a target as she is.

I look around, frantically for Diana in the murky waters when I spot her a few metres away. Her eyes start to close and her lips apart as she loses air.

Fuck!

I dive after her, watching the shark as it circles us. Kicking hard, I move my body deftly until I finally reach her, pulling her to my chest. The air is almost knocked out of me when I'm hit from the side.

I hug her to my chest as we flip and twirl in the water. We finally steady us, and I push us upward with my kicks, aiming for the surface.

No, I'm not stupid enough to think I can out swim a shark but it will attack if it thinks the prey is blindsided and not expecting the attack.

I watch the shadows as it moves about, it is going to attack. I wrap my left hand around Diana. The other pulling out the gun.

It charges fast with its mouth open, pointy teeth on display. I grip the trigger... watching, waiting.

Closer, closer...

I pull the trigger, firing three shots in its face. It takes a detour, wriggling in pain as blood steeps from its wounds. I correct my aim hitting the gills, driving it away with a fatal wound.

I kick to the surface, my legs and side groaning with protest but I push on. More sharks start to swarm the area but they don't swarm us, they go for the wounded shark.

The surface is just second from my reach, my need for air not as urgent as Diana's.

We break the surface and I gasp, swimming towards the boat that had floated metres away from us. I hoist her onto the speed boat, pulling myself upwards before turning her onto her back.