"You are safe now my treasure, I will never let you go," his breath was warm on my already clammy skin as he carried me from the murder zone. The screams of fallen men echoed in my ears as I tried desperately not to cry out. Through all the cries his still rang in my ears the loudest, the man I wanted to brutally murder with my bare hands.

I did not have the strength nor the mentality, my body ached with every movement in Dariens arms as my consciousness began to fade.

Soft murmurs left his mouth as he began to hum to me, a song he used to sing when we were younger. The song he used to hum whenever we lay together in the sun, holding each other as we bathed in the heat.

"I love you," it seemed to be they words that were the finalization to my exhaustion as my body gave up the fight for consciousness. I love you too played on my tongue but I had no energy to utter the words, my body was in limbo as I let his soft whispers drown me to sleep.

I saw glimpses, the back seat of a jeep as I was held in strong arms. Trees flying past the car window as the car sped quickly down the road. The delicious smell of Darien calming me. The quick and gentle movement of Darien lifting me before running into a building.

A groan slipped past my lips as I awoke with an ache in my body, everywhere pained as I tried to move only to realize I was restrained.

Thinking the worst my eyes flew open in a frantic worry as I clawed at the arm around me, the arm that held me captive. A whimper came from my mouth as I screamed, the ear piercing scream that could break glass. He had got me again. Peter.

"No!" I cried as my nails pierced the skin of the muscular arm drawing blood.

Strong fingers gripped my chin, a forefinger and thumb firmly pulling my face to theirs. I couldn't look at him again, I couldn't bare to see his face.

"Stop," I cried as I pressed my eyes together, I couldn't see him again. I couldn't.

"Treasure," the soft voice brushed across my face as I let out a whimper, he sounded like my Dairen. He was playing tricks on me. Everything was a trick.

"Look at me love," his arm loosened around my body as I sat rigid, my body too frozen in fear to move.

"Please," his forehead pressed against mine as my body calmed naturally to a gentle touch.

"I would never hurt you," my eyes opened before I could stop them as I came face to face with a very concerned Darien. His eyes held tears as he pulled me closer in his arms. His lips connecting to my cheek as I stared at him in awe.

"Darien," I breathed, it wasn't my mind playing tricks on me. He had came for me. Him and my brothers.

"You're real," I breathed out as I brought my shaking hand up to his stubled face. My finger tips brushing over his skin was almost like a realization, that it hadn't been another one of my dreams that had came every night in Peters capture. This was real.

"You saved me," I continued as he held onto me with strong arms.

"I will always come for you my treasure," leaning forward he pressed his mouth to my head as I closed my eyes in bliss. Enjoying his touch.

"I thought you were dead," he stroked my cheek tenderly as my exhausted body continued to tremble in his arms.

"I'm so sorry love, I'm sorry for letting him take you and I'm sorry I never got to you sooner," the look of guilt in his eyes made it all worse as my own tears began to fall.

"You saved me, that's the main thing. You came for me," he gave me a gentle smile that didn't reach his eyes as he held me.

"Let's get you cleaned up," looking at myself I realized I was still in the shirt Antonio had gave me. The once pristine white top was now covered in dirt and blood. My bare legs were a mess of cuts, bruises and dark with mud. The beige bandages on my feet were now filthy with dried blood that had seeped through the material and the aftermath of running in bare feet back to the house.

I didn't even want to look into a mirror, afraid of what I might see. I felt different, I felt weak, dirty and a murderer. I had murdered men, I was also the reason many men had died in the gun fight.

"Antonio?" I gasped, I hadn't realized he wasn't in the basement until now. I hadn't saw him since he entered the house.

The grim look on Dariens face said it all as I stared at him in horror. The man who had helped me so much.

"No," I cried out, clutching onto Darien as I buried my face into his chest. He couldn't be.

"He's in the local hospital, there is a chance he'll make it," he reassured as he rubbed soothing circles on my back.

"I want to see him."

"Once you are cleaned up and had enough sleep I will take you to him," I wanted to argue but my body was too tired.

Effortlessly Darien moved to the end of the bed with me in his arms before standing and walking into the bathroom in his hotel room. The first time I had took in my surroundings. It wasn't the typical high fashioned hotel Darien would normally stay in, the place was small and in bad need of some paint, it looked like a small motel on the outskirts of town.

"Sorry," he smiled as he watched me take in the room, "it's not five star but I had to keep a low profile."

"I don't care about a room, I have you with me," that seemed to please him as he awarded me with another kiss to my head as I wished he would steal a kiss from my chapped lips.

Running the water in a small bathtub we waited in silence for the tub to fill. I had no idea what to say other than thank you. What was I supposed to say to my ex boyfriend who I gave my virginity to only to be snatched away by a psychopath and have him chasing after me to rescue me. I couldn't exactly say "hey, what are we?" In a time like this.

I knew one thing though; I was madly in love with the man.

After several minutes the bath was filled with warm water as my muscles instantly began to relax at the thought of the warm water against my skin. Cleansing me from all things Peter.

Darien began slowly taking my borrowed t-shirt of with a deep frown on his lips as he evaluated all my bruises, some new and a violent shade of black and purple and others beginning to fade.

"I'm going to skin that bastard," he spoke through clenched teeth as I froze.

"He's not dead?" Dread set in, what if he came for me again? I thought my brothers had got rid of him.

Seeing my distress Dariens eyes widened with the reality of his words and the effect they had on my trembling body, "your brothers have him, don't worry love."

Stepping away from me he growled beneath his breath, "I'm not even going to ask why you aren't wearing underwear."

A shudder ran through me as the image of Peter on top of my naked body entered my mind, a whimper leaving my throat.

Either Darien didn't hear me or chose to ignore it as he crouched down to take the bandages off my feet.

"We need to get a doctor to check you over."

I winced as my bare feet met the cold tiles, the cuts stinging slightly in the open and I didn't want to think about the pain soapy water would cause.

"Sorry baby," he breathed through clenched teeth as he placed the dirty bandages into a small bin that sat under the sink.

"This might hurt," picking me up gently he placed me into the warm bath as my cuts screamed in protest.

"I'll leave you to wash," my heart broke as I reached out for his hand.

"Please don't leave me," I didn't care if I sounded pathetic, with Peter still alive and the memories that kept filling my head I didn't want to be alone.

He hesitated for a moment before sitting on the floor beside the bath, not looking at me.

It didn't take long to get all the dirt off my body but I still didn't feel clean, I could still feel him inside of me making me feel sick to my stomach.

"Can you take me to Antonio now?" I whispered softly as I placed the bar of soap back onto the side of the bath. He looked at me for the first time through my bathing, a flash of jealously in his eyes.

"You need some more rest, God knows what you've been through," I didn't reply as I tried to stand from the tub only to slide back in.

"Let me help," I didn't protest as he picked my naked body out of the bath tub, getting his own clothing wet in the process.

I didn't even blush as my naked breast rubbed against his chest. After what I had been through being naked was the least of my worries.

He sat me down before grabbing a towel to wrap around me. I stood frozen as he began to dry me, rubbing the towel softly over my skin before picking me up once he was done.

He placed me on the bed before pulling the covers over my naked body, "sleep."

"Darien," I whispered as I reached out for him.

"Yes, love," he stroked my still dirty hair, it was awkward to wash your hair in the bath and I had decided to wash it in the sink when I was out, until I got carried to the bed.

"About what happened between us," I didn't know how to say it. I didn't even know what I was trying to say. My mind was still corrupted with the horror of the past week but he was keeping me strong, the last bit of hope.

"You've just been through a traumatic experience, lets not talk about our past," he breathed out, not looking at me. I knew one thing though, I loved him.

"I forgive you, you know," I closed my eyes, snuggling into the bed more.

"That's all I want to here. Now, get some more rest," I didn't have to be told twice.

Thankfully I didn't have another nightmare. Waking up Darien was softly stroking my hair, smiling down at me tenderly.

"Can I see Antonio now?" the smile fell off his face as he took his hand away from me, standing from the bed.

Way to ruin the moment, but I had to see him, had to make sure he was alive and well. After everything he had done for me I would be a complete and utter bitch if I didn't.

"Is he the reason why you had no underwear on?" Darien scoffed under his breath as I shot him a dirty look.

"Are you for real?" I stood from the bed, trying not to wince at the pain in my body and the burning of my feet.

"He was the one who protected me in that fucking hell hole! He couldn't be there for me all the time but without him I would more than likely still be fucking trapped!" I screamed at him, I couldn't deal with this shit.

I walked to the bathroom in pain, ignoring him on my way as he sat down, running a hand through his hair.

I closed the bathroom door before turning the tap on in the sink and grabbing an old bottle of motel shampoo from the shelf, it would have to do.

Leaning forward I soaked my hair under the sink, getting all the grime out as much as possible before adding the shampoo.

My body ached with every movement but I couldn't deal with all the dirt anymore, even though my body was clean I still felt dirty.

Turning the tap off I squeezed my hair, getting as much water out as I possibly could. Standing I stared in the mirror in front of me.

I was still completely naked, everything on display as I cursed myself.

I grabbed a nearby towel, drying my hair out as best as I could before wrapping the soft material around my body.

I should be angry with Darien but a part of me was happy that he was jelous of Antonio.

I sheepishly left the bathroom to see Darien pacing the room.

"I don't have any clothes," I spoke softly.

Darien looked at me as if something had just clicked in his mind before he walked over to the small wardrobe.

He pulled out a bag from the bottom before handing me it.

"It's all I could grab," inside the bag contained a pink summer dress and some underwear. There were also a pair of flat shoes. I frowned at the ugly pink, but it was the best I had, and better than wearing a t-shirt.

"Thank you," I dropped the towel before quickly changing into the clothes as Darien watched me under hooded eyes.

He handed me his comb as I brushed the tangles out my hair with great effort.

"Where are we?" I sighed, I had been trapped for over a week and had no idea where I was.

"Greece."

Well fuck.

That did explain the hot weather though.

"Put this on," Darien handed me one of his hoodies as I happily accepted.

"Everyone thinks you are on vacation, the press don't know anything about this. You have to stay hidden if we are going to the hospital."

I zipped the hoodie up, pulling the hood up and striking a pose as Darien let out a small laugh. Music to my ears.

Despite everything I hadn't been this happy in a long time, just me and Darien together; and smiling.

It had been so long since I had properly smiled. Just a short time ago I thought he was dead.

"Can I ask you something?" it had been bothering me for quite some time.

"Anything, treasure," my heart melted as I bit back the smile.

"What was the deal with Antonio?" he had been part of Peters guards but had saved me more than once. He even had contact with my brothers.

"Like I said, I had my men looking after you but so did your brothers. They knew something was wrong with Peter before I did. Antonio was sent in to anylise the situation and report back. No one saw Peters plan to take you though, not even his men," he paused, grinding his teeth together.

"Antonio was only meant to be in and out but once you were captured he stayed, we lost all contact with him though. There was a storm the night you were taken," my body trembled, I didn't want to talk about my time there but I wanted answers.

"When Antonio did contact your brothers we flew over, it took longer than we had hoped to get everyone together though. It was Antonio's idea to get you out before we attacked," bile rose in my throat. I could still remember the night he helped me get away.

How I had got lost, how the men found me. Their dead eyes looking up at me.

"What are we doing first, Peter, or Antonio?" my stomach dropped. It was a change of subject but something I didn't want to think about. Peter was still alive, and he was alive for a reason. For me to kill him.

"Antonio," I didn't want to face Peter yet, the man meant nothing to me and my friend lay in a hospital bed.

"Come on then," he put a hoodie on, similar to the one he gave me.

I quickly put the shoes on, wincing slightly. This was going to be horrible.

"Would you like me to carry you?" Darien asked, concerned.

"No thanks, I don't want to be more of a burden," I breathed out through clenched teeth, hoping the pain would go away soon.

"You are never a burden to me," he sighed, looking at me tenderly.

"When we get back I'll get you a private doctor, the hospital is too dangerous if you don't want the press to be all over you," I nodded in understanding. I didn't care about the pain if I got to see Antonio.

"Lets go," he held his hand out as I quickly took it, enjoying the comfort and warmth.

He shut the door behind us before walking down the dimly lit corridor, I was wrong earlier, the place wasn't nice in the slightest. It was a complete shit hole. Still better than being with Peter though.

Exiting the building he made sure my hood was up before he pulled his up. There was a jeep outside waiting for us.

"The hospital is only a five minute drive, keep your head down," I made sure the hood covered most of my face as he drove.

|*|

We managed to get into the hospital and find out what room Antonio was in without anyone noticing us. It may be because of our not so awesome disguise, well as far as a hood could hide, or our horrible appearance. I looked like shit but Darien also looked different, his beard had grew out, he was wearing a cheap pair of jeans and old shoes compared to his normal suits and his face looked drained of all life. The whole ordeal had taken more out of him than I thought.

Antonio hadn't long been out of surgery but we were aloud into the room to see him.

I hesitated at the door as Darien pressed his hand to the bottom of my back, "you don't have to," he kissed the top of my head sweetly. I did have to though, I wanted to see what they ass holes had done to him.

Taking a deep breath I pushed the door open.

There he was, Antonio. Lying on a hospital bed with machines and tubes around him.

His torso was bare, allowing me to see the many bandages that covered his body, some with  blood coming through. His face was a mess, bruised and stitched.

The tears fell before I could stop them, he was hurt because of me.

I ran towards him, grasping his hand as the tears fell, "I'm so sorry!"

The sadness turned to anger the more I looked at him, so lifeless. Someone was going to pay.

Standing I let go of him hand, looking at him one last time.

"Take me to him," I growled through gritted teeth as I put my hood back up.

Darien opened the door for me as I stormed out, my body full of rage. So much rage that the pain in my feet became a dull ache.

He had my brother bound to a chair with a gun to his head yesterday and my friend lying in hospital fighting for his life. I didn't care what he had done to me, I would be in Antonios place if it meant he wouldn't be in pain.

"Are you sure?" Darien called as he trailed after me. I was in a hurry. I wanted him dead. Now.

I blocked him out as I made my way to the jeep.

"Drive fast this time," I buckled up as Darien got in. This was going to end now.

"You will have to live with killing a man for the rest of your life treasure," he tried to change my mind.

"I will do it for you," he had already done enough for me. I had to do this myself.

"He kidnapped me, he bet me and he raped me," Darien swore loudly, pressing his foot harder to the accelerator.

"He would of killed my brother and his men almost killed Antonio," I continued, I didn't want to talk about the rape as Darien continued to shout profanities.

"I will kill him myself."

We stopped at a