Welcome Back, I promised you a Thomas Campbell POV between chapters. Warning: Thomas Campbell is GAY and there are GAY sex scenes within this chapter. If you don't like it, don't read it, but do not report it and ruin it for every other pervert here who enjoys M/M stories. Myself Included. #WorldsNumber1PervertWroteThis.
I originally thought this would be a current time smut filled POV, though as you'll discover it didn't exactly work out like that. In this point of view, you'll get to see a brief history of Thomas and Rose's relationship when she was a child, as well as the relationship and strange-devotion Thomas has with his sometimes-too-serious big sister Janine.
There will also be SMUT further down! You've been warned.
No Mercy
Thomas Campbell
The Scottish Bastard
… 10 Years Ago …
I stood at the edge of the field drinking my morning coffee as I watched the small girl run laps with men twice her age. I would have preferred to train her separately but Ibrahim had insisted that she not be given any special treatment because of her age- or the fact that I was her Uncle.
"I didn't bring my daughter to you for special treatment, Guardian Campbell." Ibrahim had said as he walked around my office taking in every detail of the room. "I brought Rose to you because I thought you'd be able to prepare her."
"All due respect, Ibrahim," I clenched my teeth sitting forward in my seat. "But I don't train children. How old is Rose anyway? 8? I will not subject a child-!"
Ibrahim held up his hand cutting me off with a look of disbelief. "1st Rose is 10 years old, and she'll train harder than your very best man. 2nd how do you not know how old your own niece is?"
The truth is that if it wasn't for Ibrahim's sudden visit I still wouldn't have known that Rose existed. It's been years since I'd spoken to Janine and the last time I'd seen her it ended in a nasty fight with both of us saying things that I still regretted.
"I'm sorry." I apologized standing from my chair. "I won't do it." Ibrahim wasn't the type of man you turned down- most men would have given into his demands but I wasn't 1 of them. "I'm sorry you wasted a trip perhaps next time you'll call."
I'd just opened the door to my office when Ibrahim spoke. "She's in danger, Thomas. A few weeks ago a team of assassins was sent to kill Rose but she'd escaped before they could get her not before witnessing Esma and her Guardian's murdered in cold blood."
I'd frozen with my hand on the doorknob listening to Ibrahim. "She's just a child."
"Rose isn't just a child." Ibrahim continued. "She's a Guardian."
I ripped the door open and stepped out into the hall- I came to a stop at the railing seeing a girl standing in the middle of the boxing ring with a Guardian. The ring was surrounded by men- my men- as they watched the little girl and the Guardian fight.
The little girl was quick on her feet and every strike she landed was with purpose. Ibrahim stepped out of my office and stood next to me at the railing his two men flanking either side of us. "She's good," I admitted reluctantly as I tightened my grip on the railing as I watched the little girl. "She reminds me of my father…"
"Janine says the same thing." Ibrahim chuckled.
"Speaking of," I paused looking at the man beside me. "Does my sister know that you're here?"
"If Janine has a problem then Janine can come to me," Ibrahim stated watching his daughter with pride as she took down a grown man 3 times her size. "I love your sister, Thomas, but I love my daughter more. I will not jeopardize Rose's life because her mother can't accept that her little brother is gay."
I chuckled bitterly as I turned to face him. "You know."
"Of course I know." Ibrahim turned his head meeting my gaze.
"And you still want me to train your daughter?"
"Yes." Ibrahim looked bored as he straightened his suit and tie. "Look, Kid, I don't give a crap what goes on in your bedroom or wherever as long as it doesn't affect my daughter's training. You're the best and you just happen to be family-"
"I'll train Rose on 1 condition." I offered unintentionally cutting him off. "She never knows who I am."
"That is your call to make." Ibrahim held out his right hand to shake.
It's been 2 weeks since Ibrahim's visit and it's been an interesting transition. Rose lived across the street in an apartment with her Guardian- Zack. Ibrahim hadn't been exaggerating when he'd said that Rose would work harder than any of my men- the girl didn't know when to quit and begged for a challenge. I divided my time between training 1 on 1 and let her train with the other men.
"Morning Thomas!" Rose yelled as she zoomed past me.
"How long as she been at it?" I asked her Guardian as he slowed down to a jog towards me.
Zack looked down at his watch a little breathless. "3 Hours."
I shook my head half in amusement half in disbelief. "Rose! Hit the showers and meet me in the ring!" I shouted earning the thumbs up as she finished her lap and jogged off towards the gym showers. "I'm working with her today if you want to run a few errands?"
"That'd be great." Zack stretched twisting side-to-side and bending over. I raised my coffee to my lips as I allowed myself a moment to appreciate the body that was in front of me- Zack was a Korean and little under 6ft tall with a dark military buzz cut and a decent amount of muscle packed into his lean athletic body that had the odd tattoo inked into his skin. "I've got to buy more bacon- you wouldn't know it but that girl eats enough for 10 men."
"It's the genes." I chuckled recalling the way my sister had been as a kid. "The Hathaway's can consume an entire cow and still go back for 2nds at dessert."
"Nice to know," Zack smirked reaching for the coffee cup in my hands. "Is that why the boss picked you to train his daughter? Because you have history with the Hathaways?"
"Ibrahim hired me to train his daughter because I am the best," I took back my coffee and finishing the last mouthful. "Rose will call you after training has ended."
… 2 Years Later …
It's been 1 of those days where absolutely everything that could go wrong- went wrong. 1st my coffee maker died- 2nd my morning date had canceled at the last minute- 3rd my truck got a flat tire on the way home from breakfast. So I really shouldn't have been surprised to find my sister sitting in my office when I walked in.
I stood in the doorway of my office just staring at her in disbelief. "Janine?"
Janine lifted her gaze to mine a small smile playing at her lips. "Little Brother." I stepped further into my office closing the door behind me as I sat my bag down. It's been 2 years since I began training Rose and I'd been expecting this visit for a while- I just hadn't thought it'd take 2 years. "How have you been?"
"Busy," I responded taking a seat behind my desk. "You?"
"Busy," Janine repeated. "Thomas-"
"-Janine." I chuckled when we'd both gone to speak at once. "Is this as awkward for you as it is for me?"
"A bit." Janine smiled though it seemed a little forced. "Look- I owe you an apology. The last time we saw each other I said things I didn't mean-"
"I did as well," I confessed. "I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for," Janine reached across the table. "I love you, Little Brother."
"I love you too."
"Thomas," Janine sighed heavily. "I appreciate all that you've done- I truly do- but I need you to tell Ibrahim that you can't train Rose anymore."
I chuckled bitterly as I closed my eyes. "You've got to be kidding me."
"Thomas."
"Janine." My eyes snapped open as I met her gaze. "Get out."
"I'm not leaving without my daughter."
I stood from my chair and slammed my hands on the desk. "Unless Ibrahim Mazur himself calls to tell me otherwise Rose isn't going anywhere with you."
"She's my daughter!" Janine shouted jumping to her feet. "I swear to God, Thomas, if you don't-"
"If I don't you'll do what?!" I shouted back at her. "Your threats don't scare me, Janine Hathaway. Ibrahim brought Rose to me for training 2 years ago- if you hate me that much why has it taken this long for you to show your face?"
"Ibrahim didn't tell me-"
"-Or you simply didn't bother to ask." I couldn't hide my disappointment even if I tried. "Jesus Christ- Margot might have been an overbearing bitch from hell but not once did she ever abandon her children. The woman loathed my very existence and she still raised me alongside our brothers and sister. What could be more important to you than your own child?"
"You cannot possibly understand." Janine snapped. "You're not a parent." Janine pushed away from the desk and walked over to the window overlooking the exercise yard. "I have to protect her."
"I'd never let anything happen to her," I promised walking around my desk. "Unless you intend to protect Rose from me?" Janine might as well have taken the gun from her belt and shot me in the heart. "Do you hate me that much, Sister?"
"I don't hate you," Janine whispered quietly. "I can't imagine what you must think of me, Thomas, but everything that I've done has been to protect my daughter."
"Protect her from what? Me?"
"Don't be stupid." Janine sighed turning to look at me. "You know as well as I do how dangerous it is to be a Hathaway in Scotland."
"I'm not a Hathaway." I reminded her unintentionally making Janine wince as if I'd just slapped her in the face. "And technically Rose isn't a Hathaway."
"Our father's enemies don't care if you're a bastard or not," Janine ignored my apology as she continued to speak. "Nor would they care that Rose is the daughter of Ibrahim Mazur."
"Ibrahim would never let anything happen to your daughter." I closed the distance between my sister and I. "And neither would I."
"Thomas- Please, if not for me for tradition…"
The thought had me throwing my head back laughing. "Tradition?! You've got to be kidding me." Tradition went out the window when our father brought home a bastard. I smiled down at my sister shaking my head. "Are we good?"
"If anything happens to my daughter, Little Brother- Ibrahim Mazur will be the last of your worries." There was no humor in Janine's voice. "Otherwise we are good."
"I'll protect her," I promised. "Always."
…
I was sitting in my office eating lunch when a knock sounded on the door. "Come in," I called closing the folder on my desk. "Hello, Rose."
"Do you have a moment, Guardian Campbell?" Rose questioned shifting uncomfortably in the doorway. "It's about my mother's visit this morning."
"Of course." I gestured for her to take a seat. "Did you have a nice lunch?"
Rose leaned back in her seat staring at me. "You've met Janine?"
"Your mother is-"
Rose raised her hand cutting me off. "I've heard the speech of how great my mother is- everybody is very quick to kiss her ass and praise her for being a goddess. Please. I respect you too much to hear the famous speech from you too."
"You're the 1 who wanted to talk about your mother." I reminded her earning an overly exaggerated eye roll that only a pre-teen girl could deliver. "What is it?"
"What did Janine want?"
"Your mother wanted to take you home."
"WHAT!" Rose shot out of her seat. "She can't do that!"
"Sit," I gestured for her to sit back down. "Your mother is concerned about your safety here in Scotland. As I'm sure you're aware you come from a very old Scottish clan- The Hathaway Clan- Your grandfather Robert Hathaway still has many enemies in this country and if any of them were to discover your heritage there would be a bounty on your head."
I'm not sure how I expected Rose to react- I didn't have a lot of experience with children though I'm sure most children would've been frightened. Not Rose. Rose Mazur was different to most children- I wasn't entirely sure that was a good or bad thing.
"I'm not going to let anything happen to you…" I began to assure her though was cut off by the sound of giggling- I froze staring at the 12-year-old girl in front of me in a fit of giggles before full blown laughter erupted from her. "…Rose?"
"I'm sorry." Rose giggled covering her mouth. "The look on your face- would it make you feel better if I was cowering in the corner?" Yes. "My father's enemies have been trying to kill me for years."
"Are you not afraid?" I asked studying the child in front of me.
"I was afraid when assassins came to kill Esma Mazur and our Guardians," Rose admitted twisting the gold band around her index finger. "I was afraid that the assassins would kill me like they killed my grandmother and I am afraid to die though that only makes me want to fight to live."
"You're just like your mother," I told her as I stood from my desk. "It's time for your next class."
"Does that mean you aren't sending me back to America?"
I flung my arm around her shoulders. "I'm afraid we're stuck with each other for now."
… 3 Months Later …
A year ago I was hired to protect a politician's family in the countryside of Scotland after threats were made against his family. It was there that I met a man named Sean Parker- A young Guardian of only 23 years old. I always chuckle whenever I think of his age- I'm only 4-years-older then Sean and yet I feel much older.
Traditionally Guardians were referred to by last names though the newer generation preferred a more personal approach and often used first named instead. Sean was 1 of those Guardians.
From our very first meeting, I had taken a liking to Sean. It was professional at first though over a few weeks of working closely together my feelings began to develop- it made things uncomfortable for me considering that Sean Parker was most definitely NOT gay.
It was during a workout in the gym that I discovered Sean Parker wasn't NOT gay though was Bi-Sexual. Still. It's been a shock to the system especially when he'd pushed me up against the wall and kissed me with urgency and desperation I hadn't experienced before.
I was experiencing a lot of things that I hadn't previously experienced until I met Sean Parker.
The kiss ended leaving me breathless and a little lightheaded. "W-What was that?"
"That was a kiss." Sean breathed against my lips as his hands ran up and down my arms. "I've never kissed a man before but I think I liked it."
My head shot up and I looked into Sean's amused eyes. "You've never been with a man before?"
"No," Sean admitted raising his hand to cup the back of my neck. "But there is something about you."
"Sean." I pressed my palms to his chest trying to get some distance between us. "I'm flattered-"
Sean's eyes widened as he stepped back. "I'm so sorry- I read this wrong didn't I? I thought you liked me- and I'm an idiot."
"No! No! No!" I rushed to assure him. "I do like you," I admitted sheepishly. "I'm just not sure if I'm the right person for you to mess around with?"
Sean chuckled clearly amused. "I'm not going to fall in love with you if that's what you're worried about." Sean closed the distance between us reaching for the bulge in my pants. "Just let it happen."
I'd never been good at denying myself and my self-control was questionable at the best of times. So, of course, it didn't take very much to convince me that this was a good idea. I grabbed hold of Sean's face and kissed him flipping us around on the wall so that his back was pressed against the white wall.
I unzipped his hoody letting my hands slide inside to explore what lay beneath. I wasn't disappointed. Hard stomach with ripped muscles with just a little chest hair to tickle my fingers. I slid my hand lower until I reached his basketball shorts- his cock was pitching a tent inside rubbing against my own.
I press my cock into his earning a delicious moan from Sean- I kissed along Sean's jaw and down his neck and chest before I knelt in front of him. I reached for the elastic and pulled his pants down biting back a groan as his cock sprang free bobbing up and down in front of my face.
"Such a pretty cock." I murmured grabbing hold of the cock at the base- pushing it back against his stomach as I licked from his balls to his swollen head sucking the pre-cum like a man dying of thirst. "It is a delicious cock too." I winked looking up at him as I took his entire length down my throat and pulled him back out again. "I'm going to make you cum so hard you'll see stars."
Sean shuddered above me as he watched me sucking on his cock- I kept my eyes locked with his as I swallowed his length over and over again encouraging him to fuck my throat. Sean growled fisting his hands in my hair as he buried his cock down my throat and holding me at his pelvis before repeating.
"FUCK!" Sean grunted hunching forward over me holding my head down as his cum coated my throat. Sean released his grip on my hair allowing me to move- I leaned back swallowing his cum in my mouth as I stared up at him licking my lips.
"Delicious." I winked still trying to catch my breath as I stood in front of Sean while he struggled to catch his own. "Did you enjoy that?"
"Of fucking course." Sean chuckled leaning back against the wall as his hands slid down my stomach. "What now?"
"Now," I murmured rubbing my hands over his chest and stomach taking in every detail. "You turn around."
Sean tensed lifting his eyes to mine. "It's going to hurt? Yes?"
"The 1st few times it'll be uncomfortable," I admitted cradling his face between my hands as I pressed a kiss to his swollen lips. "I'll make sure you enjoy yourself," I promised trailing kisses along his jaw- up and down his neck before I paused at his ear. "Turn."
Sean faced the wall his hands above his head- palms flat- and ass out. I slapped his perky white ass before I knelt down and kissed it. I spread his cheeks and slid my tongue between his crack circling his tight-untouched little brown hole.
Sean moaned above me as I worked- I spat on my finger working my way inside of his ass. I looked around for something to use for lube and my eyes landed on my gym bag. Perfect. I always carried around a bottle of lube. I was often away from home for long periods and all I had was my hand- lube was a necessity.
I squirted lube onto his hole fucking him with my thumb as I stood pushing down my pants- I rolled on a condom before lubing myself up sliding my cock through his cheeks. "Don't tense." I kissed his shoulder easing the head of my cock into his ass. "I'll go as slow as you need." I cursed tightening my grip on his shoulders as I slid further and further inside of him. "You're so tight."
"Arrhhh." Sean cried out though his arm muffled them. "It hurts." I kissed his shoulder whispering encouragement telling him how good it'd feel for him soon. "Oh God."
"I'm in," I whispered massaging his back. "Are you ready?"
"Yes-" I eased out before easing back inside. "-Fuck!" I wrapped an arm around his waist holding him close as I began rocking back and forth. "More." I quickened my pace burying my head between his shoulders as I fucked him. "Oh God, Thomas! Please."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No! Don't stop." Sean gasped balling his hands into a fist. "More." More. I found myself smiling as I pulled out almost the entire way before thrusting forward jerking his body against the wall as he threw his head back and screamed my name. "THOMAS!" I did it again and again until my own vision went black and I was the 1 seeing stars. "Oh GOD!"
I pulled out collapsing back onto the wrestling mats as Sean's knees buckled and he collapsed onto the floor. Neither of us spoke at first though Sean managed to make his way to the mat and lay beside me. "That was- different."
"Different Good?" I questioned too tired to open my eyes to look at him though I could feel everything- including his hand sliding across my stomach and his breath on my shoulder.
"Very good." Sean nipped my nipple causing me to jump- I lifted my head to find him smiling down at me. "I couldn't resist." He chuckled leaning down and pressing his lips against mine. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
"Are you always on top?" Sean questioned. "Have you ever been fucked like you just fucked me?"
"I'm usually on top," I admitted finding his bluntness refreshing. "Though I do enjoy receiving as much as I enjoy giving."
Sean's eyes lit up as he leaned over me. "I've performed anal sex with women before… If you want to I can return the favor?"
That was a year ago- 3 months later I returned to Scotland. A few weeks passed and I began dating a man named Liam- Liam was an ad-man. We'd only been dating 6 weeks when Sean appeared on my doorstep with a piece of paper from Guardian HQ requesting I 'personally' train Guardian Sean Parker for the following 8 weeks.
By the end of the first week, my relationship with Liam was over and there wasn't a single surface in my apartment or gym that I hadn't bent Sean over and fucked him on. It seemed impossible to stay away from each other and it felt impossible for us to stay together.
Sean would return to Scotland and it'd be perfect for a while… We'd fuck and we'd fight… And then he'd leave me again only to return a couple weeks or months later to do it all over again. The worst part was that I wasn't capable of staying away from him either.
So I wasn't surprised when I stepped out of the stairwell to my floor and found Sean Parker pacing the hallway outside my apartment with his pricey ass suitcases blocking my front door.
"Why must you always leave your shit lying around?" At the sound of my voice, Sean stopped pacing and turned around to face me- his signature grin lighting up his face. "Hi."
Sean closed the distance between us taking my face between his hands. "Hi," Sean whispered before pressing his lips to mine. "You smell- disgusting."
"Shut. Up." I chuckled pressing my lips back to his as I reached inside my pocket for the keys. I handed Sean the keys and picked up his suitcases following him inside my apartment- I hadn't even put the bags down before Sean attacked me his hand reaching for my cock. "Someone's eager."
"I've missed you," Sean growled into my throat. "Have you missed me?"
"I didn't really notice." I lied hissing as Sean's teeth sank into my throat. "Jesus Christ."
"Wrong." Sean chuckled. "My name is Sean. Say it." Sean whispered leaning back to look me in the eyes. "Say my name."
Cocky. Son. Of. A. Bitch. Though admittedly that was an insult to his mother who was as close to a saint as I'd ever met. "Sean." I chuckled pressing my forehead to his as I unbuttoned his shirt sliding it off his shoulders taking my time. "Are you happy?"
"No," I choked as his grip tightened around my cock. "But I will be when I have your cock inside of me," Sean whispered against my lips. "I haven't been able to think of anything else."
"Let's not waste any more time then." I caught Sean's lips between mine and pushed him back towards the bedroom. Sean and I tore the clothes off each other until we stood in the middle of the bedroom completely naked and desperate for each other. "Bed or Shower?" I asked biting along the length of his neck.
"Shower." Sean moaned tilting his head back. "God, I've missed you."
I stepped away from Sean's naked body and led him into the bathroom- I flicked the light switch while Sean turned on the shower finding his ideal temperature. I liked it hot but Sean preferred a temperature that didn't leave his pale ass skin pink- I'd gotten used to letting him win certain battles for the sake of peace.
The sacrifices we make for those we love.
"I love you," I whispered sliding my arms around Sean's waist.
"I love you too." Sean sighed leaning back into my chest covering my hands with his. The only sound that filled the bathroom in that moment was the running water and sound of our breathing- these moments were so rare for the both of us though they never lasted. Sean stepped into the shower breaking my hold around his waist though his hand held mine as he pulled me into the shower with him.
I reached for Sean pressing our naked bodies together as I caught his lips- I sighed into his mouth as he began stroking the length of my cock. I tilted my head back and groaned thrusting into his hand as his grip tightened and the pace quickened. "Sean."
"Do you want to cum?" Sean asked as the tip of his tongue trailed along the length of my throat and across my collarbone. "Do you?"
"Y-yes." I choked out the word as I gripped his hips. "Turn around." I grabbed Sean's arm and spun him around to face the tiled walls- I pinned his body to the wall with my own as I trailed my hands along the muscles of his back and down to his perky round ass.
"Fuck." Sean hissed as I slapped his perky behind. "Thomas-"
"Shh," I whispered sliding my finger between his cheeks teasing his hole. "I'm working here." I reached for the lube on the shelf and squirted it into his crack spreading it with my fingers easing 1 finger at a time into his tight little hole until he was ready to take my cock.
I coated my cock in lube before I placed my head at his hole- I kiss his neck as I slipped further inside of him filling him inch by inch with the entire length of my cock. Sean arched his back towards me- the palm of his hands pressed into the tiles as we began moving together in a slow and steady rhythm.
"Harder." Sean moaned pressing his face into the tiles as his ass came back and met my thrust. "Oh God!" Sean cried out as I pulled almost completely out before thrusting in again. "Fuck!"
"Is this what you wanted?" I growled grabbing a handful of his hair and tilting his head back as I grunted into his ear quickening my thrust. "You want me to fuck you like this?"
"Yes!"
"Take my cock," I growled leaning back angling my hips. "Fuck- Sean- I love watching my cock fuck your tight little hole. It feels so fucking tight and warm around my cock- Do you like my cock fucking you in the ass?"
"Yes! God Yes! Please." Sean threw his head back as I grabbed his hips and began fucking his hole relentlessly. "Fuck me! Please. Don't stop. Don't stop. I'm coming- I'm coming…" I squeezed my eyes shut tilting my head back into the shower as I thrust in, out, in, out. So tight. So warm. So right. I could feel the familiar warmth in my stomach and the tightening in my balls- I wasn't going to last and Sean bucking his ass to meet my thrust wasn't going to help. "THOMAS!"
Sean's knees buckled beneath him and he collapsed onto the floor gasping- I groaned wrapping my hand around my cock- the water from the shower cleaned away any lube and mess that was created. Sean looked up at me guilty shifting to kneel in front of me as he took my cock into his mouth and down his throat until his head bobbed back and forth along the length.
I held the back of Sean's head with 1 hand and pressed the other to the tiled wall as I watched him suck on the length of my cock. "Fuck. Oh God- Fuck. I'm going to cum-" I hadn't given him a lot of warning so when he'd pulled away a string of cum shot into his mouth before shooting out across his chest. "-Fuck." I squeezed my eyes closed as I dropped my head onto the tiles.
"A little warning would've been nice," Sean muttered from the floor of the shower.
I couldn't help a chuckle of amusement as I lowered myself onto the tiles next to him. "You could've saved yourself the clean up if you'd just swallowed."
Sean lifted my arm and leaned into my side. "Not all of us are cum junkies."
I threw my head back and laughed this time. "I love you."
Sean chuckled tilting his head back to kiss my jaw. "I love you too."
… Current Time …
"Thanks," Leigh whispered wearily as I unfolded the blanket and settled it over my niece. I grabbed the 2nd blanket from the floor and handed it to Leigh. "Do you know where we're going?"
"Scotland. It'll be a brief stay." I answered kneeling in front of the girls. "Is there anything you need? Drink? Food?"
"I'm good." Leigh held up a bottle of water.
"Well, if you need anything let me know." I returned my gaze back to my niece. She'd fallen asleep across the Pacific and was curled into the corner of her seat as if to protect herself from an attack. My heart ached for the little girl. It didn't matter how old Rose was I'd always see her as that stubborn little girl who could take down grown men twice her size. "She'll survive this."
"Yes, she will." Leigh agreed softly.
I sighed standing from my position in front of the girls. "Try to get some sleep, Leigh. It's going to be a while before any of us gets any for a while."
I walked back to my seat across from Ibrahim and Dimitri. Sean slid into the seat next to mine handing me a cup of coffee and a sandwich. "Eat. Drink." I rolled my eyes though didn't argue as I picked up the coffee. "How are the girls?"
"Alive. They're both going to need medical attention- Leigh doesn't have any open injuries that I can see though she's definitely struggling with some kind of withdrawal." I hesitated a moment on behalf of Ibrahim and Dimitri though it wasn't anything they couldn't tell for themselves. "Rose's physical injuries are obviously more severe- I'm concerned about infection though getting her to see a doctor will be almost impossible. The most concerning is the memory loss. Those burns that you can see are most likely from electrotherapy- obviously, it was used as a form of torture instead of treatment. Electrotherapy can affect memory loss- short-term/long-term- it's difficult to say at this point. Rose is also going to need a few days to rest and go through withdrawals from the drugs in her system. It's not going to be pretty but she'll survive."
"Who are you calling?" Ibrahim asked his voice raspy with emotion.
"A doctor." Dimitri held the phone to his ear as he stood. "She's a friend."
"How do you know you can trust her?" Sean questioned. "We're trying to keep a low profile here."
"Thomas said that Roza needs a doctor- the only doctor Roza will trust is Amelia and there is nobody that I trust more," Dimitri answered stepping away from the table. "Amelia. It's Dimitri. I need your help."
Let's hope that Rose remembers that.
I shifted my gaze out the window seeing my homeland come into view. "How is Janine? You said earlier that she'd arrived in Scotland."
"Janine is at the safe house with the rest of my people."
"Good." I returned my focus to Ibrahim. "I'd like to drive ahead to prepare Janine."
"That's a good idea." Ibrahim looked at his daughter. "Though, I'm not sure how much good it'll do."
While I was concerned about my sister's reaction to seeing her daughter for the 1st time, I was more concerned about Rose. If Janine wasn't properly prepared and tried to hug Rose it could set her off into a panic attack or full-blown breakdown that she might not come out of.
God, I hope Dimitri is right about this doctor. The sooner we can get Rose and Leigh help the sooner they can begin to recover.
"At least she's alive." Sean reminded Ibrahim bringing me out of my thoughts. "The scars will fade- her bones will heal- and if her memories don't return she'll make new memories."
"At least she's alive," Ibrahim repeated. "My little girl is alive."
... Chapter 7 Coming Soon ...
Well, what did you think? Let me know in the comments.
Author Note: Please Be Patient! I've got a full workload with studies, and photoshoots, but I'm writing as much as I can as often as I can in between studies and shooting.
Chapter 7 will be posted as soon as it's completed.
What Can You Expect From Chapter 7?
Agent Jace Sherwood is in HOTWATER for letting Rose escape in Vegas and his integrity is being called into question when his bosses find out that he's been withholding information involving several top profile cases.
Janine Hathaway discovers a truth that changes everything.
A character's backstory is finally revealed.
A character you hoped might be dead, isn't.
And poorly timed love triangle is formed and so much more!
If I continued it'd give too much away so that's where I'll leave it.
No Mercy is wrapping up which means you can expect the chapters to be longer and packed with gut-punching emotions until the final chapter is revealed.
P.s. I know how it's going to end- I've already written it- I've just got to fill in the chapters to get to the final scene that'll leave you speechless.
P.s.s. If you'd like more of these little POV's from other characters let me know.
