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My body was still swathed in Yakim’s shirt. It was long enough to reach my mid-thighs. The sleeves were longer than the tips of my fingers. It was modest enough for anyone but Callum would lose his mind if he saw me wearing another man’s clothes.
Heavy footsteps sounded outside the doors. From the shouts and curses filtering into the room, I could tell they were fighting. I jumped as gunshots ricocheted off the wall facing the corridor.
My heart pounded heavily. Fear choked my throat. They’d find me here any moment now and drag me back to Callum.
The doorknob twisted, drawing all my attention to it.
My heart seemed to leap into my throat, throbbing hard as I waited for those men to find me. As much as I resented the way Yakim and his brothers treated me, I didn’t want them to get hurt. A part of me still cared about them despite the horrors they unleashed on me.
I’d loved them for so long. It was hard to switch off those feelings in a matter of a few days.
The door was thrown open. Yakim stood on the threshold, his wild eyes roaming the room until they found me.
Relief spread through me at once. It wasn’t one of Callum’s men.
I only had a moment’s reprieve as Yakim whipped around, blocking an attack from a man who’d sneaked up behind him. A dagger flashed in his hand as he stabbed the man with neat, precise strokes.
His attacker slid to the floor, bleeding out as Yakim stood over him.
More men in black attire swarmed around him.
“Give us the girl,” one of them spoke in a low, threatening voice.
Yakim scoffed. “She’s right there,” he said with a backward glance at me. “Go get her.”
The three men in the front marched forward. They brandished guns at him, their gazes, dark and merciless.
Terror flowed through me. Blood pounded in my ears.
There was no way Yakim stood a chance against armed men.
Yakim bent his knees slightly, two long, slim daggers appearing in his hands.
Shock and wonder flickered through the dense haze of fear choking me. Yakim was either brave or suicidal. How could he stand up to these men with guns? No matter how well he could fight, he stood no chance against bullets.
“Don’t do this,” I whispered. “It’s okay to let me go.”
“No one takes what belongs to me,” he said without a backward look. “Now, shut up and stand back.”
“Callum will never stop attacking you until he has me,” I warned.
“I’m going to shove my cock in your mouth if you don’t shut up right now,” he growled threateningly.
The men raised their guns. Within those moments, Yakim leaped forward, his daggers flashing like the wings of a steel butterfly as he stabbed the men before they could aim and shoot.
The three men fell to the floor with loud thuds before they could even wrap their fingers around the trigger. Rivulets of blood streamed over the pristine white marble floor, slowly snaking toward me.
The three men died within a matter of minutes. Just how much blood was Yakim willing to shed to protect me?
Without stopping, Yakim attacked the rest of the men filling the corridor. Gunshots and cries of men erupted outside the room, sending spikes of terror through me.
The sane part of my mind insisted I stay back in the room. Going out into the corridor would put me in the path of the bullets flying in every direction.
I can’t let Callum hurt him again, I decided despite knowing the risks of leaving the room.
Walking to the door, I peered out. Bodies in black littered the entire stretch of the corridor. The white marble floor was completely drenched in blood.
Yakim was like a true beast as he slashed at the hordes of men swarming up the staircase. The position sort of helped him. The narrow stairs prevented more than two men to come up at once. Yakim attacked them at blinding speed before they could gauge the situation.
