A/N More chapters for you here. I know again I need to update my other story too but this one kept giving me so many more ideas and the other one I was feeling more stuck. So I figured I would stay where the ideas were flowing at least for a bit. Possible double update too. Next one is darker and scarier but i think its ready too. We will see. Getting more intense too as we meet more characters and learn more about them too. Eager to keep updating here cause then I can give you more yummy flashbacks too. Another one comes up in chapter 14.

"What the hell!" I heard a familiar voice call out. "He was on our team!" Seth Rollins hissed out as I saw him shove Brock none too gently. Seth's wet and longish black hair was curly all down to his shoulders, as he spun his head back and forth just daring Brock to cross him.

Brock immediately leveled the gun in his hand at him, his eyes equally daring. There was the stare down of the century going on between them as Wyatt and Harper leveled their own weapons at Seth and it seemed Rollins found a posse of his own as Ziggler and Strowman also came up behind him.

Shit this was not good at all! It felt like we were front and center for a turf war! How did they get their hands on that many weapons?! How the hell were that many people still alive after the crash? I had questions for the pilot that the plane looked mostly still in one piece with the exception of the roof part and possibly a wing snapping but we were not even sinking very quickly either.

Sara was again trying to get my attention and I saw the water rising still more and we would not be able to hide for much longer unless we chose to drown! Couldn't we get a little break here just because we were so close to the floor? Everyone else was walking around and could leave it seems any time they wanted too. But no one was leaving and that wasn't helping at all either.

My desperate expression back at her I'm sure didn't help as I held up my hand showing her that I still had not gotten the cuff off. Then she was moving, her other hand up into her hair and she pulled out a bobby pin. Would that work? It had to. I had no idea what else to try.

I took it from her fingers, kissing the top of her hand before digging back at the damn lock. I saw the tears sliding down her cheeks as she watched me twisting and pulling at the cuff attached to my wrist. It still did not budge.

Please God, just a little help, I begged silently looking up.

I thought then to try the other cuff, the one attached to her hand and began to feverishly work on that one. My mind was so focused, picturing every little grove and dip hidden within that wretched metal. I felt for the spot where I was sure the release was and felt a 'click' and just like that the cuff fell free of her wrist and slid out from between the chains for the ankle shackles!

I was overcome with relief! Finally, something went our way!

It was time to run, to get her as far from here as I could. I didn't even know where here was. We could be in the middle of the goddamn ocean for all I knew! I leaned back closer to her still huddled by my side and we were almost laying down now but the water nearly up to our chests.

"Sara," I gasped out my eyes so wide. I was exhilarated by our freedom but at the same time so lost and powerless with the cons that close and armed with guns and so much hunger for revenge. They could start killing each other and who knows if a stray bullet would find us, find her.

I pulled her fully in my arms, still just sitting in the water but finally with no handcuff preventing any more movement and held her like that for a minute, just letting her feel me and get her breathing to slow. I pulled back and cupped her face, looking deeply in her eyes, shutting out the yelling and cursing of the convicts so close to us, I just breathed and gathered my strength to make a run for it.

"Baby, I am so sorry," I whispered, my head low.

It sounded just like how she had cried into my hair how sorry she was that I had been hurt by Miz before.

Back then I was just kissing her ear and cheek whispering so softly that I wasn't sorry at all. When I said it, I meant about how close we had been, after we had been so intimate, so close after she fixed me up before anyone caught us.

However, she had likely meant her almost getting me caught looking like I was taking advantage of her.

This time my pleading apology was for fear of not being able to get her past these lunatics and safety away. I didn't even know if there was a place to go or if we were in the middle of nowhere.

My mind was racing, full of fight or flight as the chairs were starting to float beside us. If we waited much longer then who knew how much more could float away and give away our hiding spot.

She smiled sadly at me and leaned into my palm. I pulled her in closer to me with just the lightest touch as my hand slid to the back of her neck and her mouth met mine as I heard the softest whimper of my name from her lips.

I wanted, no I ached, to feel her lips on mine once more before we made a run for it. I knew kissing her before had helped as we were crashing and now, I just wanted the same thing.

I wanted to sooth her and ground me.

She had heard these creeps say so many terrifying things and knowing she was their main target must be nearly paralyzing for her.

I wanted to take that burden from her, to let me take her fear and for her just not to think for a few moments and just relax into me. And I need to feel the calm I felt in her presence, in her closeness. Her hands were greedily gripping at my waist, pulling me closer as my mouth opened more to let her in.

"Baby," I breathed out feeling almost lightheaded from the pleasure as my own hands buried themselves in her wet hair before sliding down her back and up and under her shirt. I was seeking even just seconds feeling her soft skin as we kissed. It was helping me forget our impossible situation. How absolutely devastated I was that I had no idea how to get her out of here without a hail of bullets after us.

Every single thing about her felt damn good under my tongue and my exploring hands. I could make her forget the nightmare that was just a few feet away from us as I struggled to block out the angry voices of the men fighting for the Alpha position.

"I won't let them hurt you beautiful," I promised her, my lips against the shell of her ear. With all my heart I vowed those words. I felt her nodding her head against me. I saw the water rushing almost at her chest now as we had almost been laying down in the water and I knew there was no more time.

I pulled myself up to sitting, not wanting to stop kissing her but knowing I needed to focus now and get us out of here. But how could I do that with the men still right in the doorway?

Then Brock lifted up his hands, his gun tilted away from them. This pissing contest was over I thought. I wondered why he hadn't just shot them to get his way. Be the king and make his minions bow to him. But no, now he told even Harper and Wyatt to put their guns down.

Brock cackled, a weirdly high-pitched laugh, the sound just echoing in the small, enclosed space as the water was rushing nearly by their knees. "Enough!" he hissed out. I started to move against the wall, staying low but still pushing more boxes and cases out of my way as I made our way closer to the door.

I saw Sara racing against the walls out of sight but over to the medical cabinet that looked to have been tipped over in the crash but still mostly closed and hopefully the medicine we needed was not broken or damaged inside. She was emptying all the drawers and cupboards of everything and packing as much as she could in her big, zippered bag before she came back to me and nodded that she was ready to go.

I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Sara is there any adrenaline needles in there?" I saw her look back up at me and I nodded back at her slowly. I knew if I was going to face off with anyone, I needed more strength. Anything would help right now and that was the one thing I thought of that would for sure work to give me the hope to have enough fight to get her out of her with me.

I was still listening to the guys out there and having no idea how we would have an opening to get away past them. Maybe we should have tried to crawl through the back where all the cargo fell out from. But I had no idea if there was any way out from there either.

"We can all have our chance for revenge, for lust, for power. There is no way we can't just take turns gentlemen." Brocks's voice was melodious and his grin wicked. "Bring him."

I turned my head, already knowing before I saw him.

Oh no, Dean!

My best friend was dragged, bloody and it looked like beaten toward Brock. He stumbled, his hands cuffed at his waist and fell in the doorway right beside where we were hiding. His head was only a few feet from me, and I saw he had caught my gaze and he looked like he had seen Sara too, for just a split second.

My buddy was great at cloak and dagger stuff, but this was risking too much. He was going to be a dad. I couldn't let him risk his life for us like this. But I swore I saw the hint of a smile. He wanted me to get Sara safe. He was somehow going to help us.

I didn't have time to think about it more when I heard Brock punch Dean, his head snapping back his lip pouring blood.

"Tell me Boss," Brock jeered. "You have a soft spot for Reigns. I can see it. I know it. You were the one that carried him to the infirmary that night when we almost finished the job! I saw you right there when I woke up just before he smashed my head in for putting my hands on the Doc and you were going to help him... so you know... Don't you? Tell me where he's hiding that bitch, or you die next!" Brock held the gun right to his temple and Dean just shut his eyes.

Oh God, I wanted to help but I had no idea how I would overpower six guys, maybe more. Sara would be dead.

I was crouched near the door, my back against the side wall, away from them as Sara was standing leaned down and digging in the bag looking through it. I looked down at her and she finally pulled out two sealed up syringes and zipped the bag closed and stood back up.

"I found two Roman. Just be careful when you use them, and they will pack a punch and make you feel like you got hit with a shot of NOS like the cars in the Fast and Furious series."

I nodded to her and took them and tucked them both in my jumpsuit pockets and kissed her head. "Thank you, baby. That will help so much!" She smiled at me and curled in more at my side as I listened more at what was going on with the others.

I was ready I just needed an opening or a distraction or something. Some kind of sign from Dean...

"You must not have cared much about little baby Owen's like I thought," Brock smirked. Dean pulled himself up and spit his blood into the water that was almost to his chest as he knelt on the floor.

"Maybe we should try someone else. May I?" a voice said, and I saw Seth looked to Brock for approval and Brock waved his hand at him and motioned behind him. I could hear whimpering, a woman's cries as I watched Seth drag the gray-haired young lady stewardess across the floor and threw her down beside Dean.

I pulled Sara back, her head against my chest as I closed my eyes. Dear God, no! How did they get their hands on her?

Seth reached out and gripped the young lady by her shiny long hair, forcing her down in front of him. "Tell him your name luv," he whispered almost low enough that I couldn't hear.

The woman was shaking and sobbing as I saw her look up to Dean. "Liv," she gasped out.

Seth looked back and forth at the others in the cabin. He burst out laughing..."Liv Oh that is ironic...I guess you were lucky you survived a plane crash. Or how lucky was it really? To now be trapped here with the likes of all of us? Hmmm? Are you wishing you hadn't survived now sweetheart?"

He leaned in right by her cheek, and she just turned her head away from him and shut her eyes, refusing to answer or look at him. Seth just threw her down against the seat and cursed and growled in frustration.

I saw the dark-haired con look around and pace a few minutes while Liv was just panting and crying against the seat. It looked like there was blood dripping down from her hair line and she might have a few scratches or cuts on her arms I could see through her blouse being torn at the sleeve, but she too didn't look very hurt from the crash.

Seth pointed at a bunch of the others around him. "Anyone else here wonder why almost no one died or is very injured here? It felt like we landed on a freaking cloud when we crashed and bounced up. What do you guys make of that? And why aren't we getting the hell out of here?" Now he turned back to Brock and waved his gun back near him.

Brock stood back up from where he had been lounging in a seat nearby. "I am not leaving till I know Reigns isn't on this damn plane and Ambrose here knows where the hell he's hiding the Doc. So, he will either tell us or die, then I will go. You can leave anytime you want to Rollins. I don't care!" Brock snapped at him. "Have your luck with the sharks and see how you do to get to the island yourself with no backup."

I blinked at that. Oh my God I had no idea how to save Dean. And Sharks? Island? So, we were not in the middle of the damn ocean? There was land nearby?

"Fine, if I get protection to get me and my brother over to the island, I will get you what you want. Deal?" Brock shrugged and Seth nodded back at him.

Rollins looked like he was fuming at all that info too and just turned back to the woman and she literally jumped as he swung the gun back her way. He bent low right to her face, cornering her in the chair and pouted at her.

"Cmon darling. You can get the nice guard to tell you what we want to know right? I might even let you come safe and sound to the island with us if you get him to cooperate. You survived and your name being Liv you want to live right? You have something to live for?" He laughed at her and his puns and looked around at the other guys but none of the other cons were laughing.

"Oh, come on! That was funny!" Seth snapped at them.

He moved closer to her and grabbed her by her hair and yanked her head up so her eyes were up towards him, and she shut them fast again.

"Uh uh little lady. Look at me, or this will get a lot worse for you," Seth hissed out.

Even from my vantage point that far away I could see his grip tighten and heard her cry out in pain. Sara looked up at me and I shook my head at her, kissing her head and holding her closer, just so freaking glad it wasn't her right now. My heart hurt for the other woman too, but I had no idea how I could protect her and my girl too. Everything felt insane and unfair and so wrong.

I knew Dean was listening to them hurt this woman and it might only be a matter of time and he would break and give up our hiding spot. I nuzzled my girls head and kissed her again and then turned back to peek around to the other room.

Seth was grinning at the girl, and I could see his nose in her hair as he wrenched her head up. "How old are you sweetheart? Be honest." She was whimpering and I saw the con release his hold and then tenderly wipe her tears and pull the hair back from her face and tuck it behind her ear. "C'mon on luv. Don't keep us waiting."

"I... I'm 19," she cried out.

Seth grinned again, stroking her cheek. "Are you a nice person Liv? Do people love you? Would you have family and friends that would miss you if you were gone?"

I heard her gasp at that, as she hung her head down lower away from the con's stares, hiding behind her now messy and sweaty hair.

Brock looked like he was loving this, the other cons too had sick grins on their faces. He turned back to the trembling woman. Seth was running his fingers through her hair and then buried his face in it, his wicked eyes sparkling in the light from the half open roof. I heard the woman whimpering and then answering him softly.

"I... I guess so. My parents, and my sister and... my," she cried, her voice shaking.

"And do you have anyone special? Someone you want to 'liv' for?" Seth could not help but laugh again and I heard more snickers from others then too.

I cringed again, shutting my eyes, just squeezing Sara closer to me against the back of the doorway. I bent my head to see her more than panicked expression at me and I kissed her forehead nodding to her. It was like we could speak without words sometimes already and I was desperate to sooth the terror she must be feeling.

Damn it how the hell were we supposed to make any kind of run for it with what was going on? There were half a dozen cons right outside the doorway and you could practically hear a pin drop between the girls' sobs everyone was so quiet and just salivating at what Seth was doing.

It was making my stomach do flips and I could just imagine what my precious Sara was thinking too. But she was quiet and just hugged my side, her fingers again seeking more warm skin under my t shirt as we curled as close as we could to the wall.

"Do tell darling," Seth breathed out by her ear enough make her shake more at how close he was. I couldn't believe what was happening. What the hell was he getting at?

"I do. My fiancé, we are getting married next month and I'm...I'm pre...pregnant, please," she begged, her hands going over her belly protectively.

Oh no. I could see my best friend, just shut his eyes slowly as he must have been gutted by the thought of taking all that away from this woman.

Renee was pregnant and Dean had talked nonstop about nothing but being so excited about being a dad. He hated missing so much of it already. Missing the first kicks and missing doctor's appointments and seeing the baby move on the monitor and hearing the heartbeat the first time. He hated that he had missed some big moments. Even painting the nursery.

No, no, no. How could I put him in that position?! I had to do something! My fists were clenching at my sides, and I could have growled out loud at how helpless I felt right now.

I saw Seth pick up the gun from the table beside him and run the muzzle of it down the terrified woman's cheek, to her neck and down to her belly and he held it there as Liv cried out in fear for her baby.

"How far along are you?" Seth breathed by her ear as her body shook.

The woman, shut her eyes, tears sliding down her cheeks and I could see the gun pushed against the smooth dress shirt and now that I knew it was there, I could see a baby bump. Not much, but it was there.

I was still holding Sara against me waiting for the right moment to slip past everyone, but I knew she could hear what they were saying and the psychological torture it was on the young girl and on Dean too.

"5 months," she whimpered her head down. Then she screamed as Seth threw her against Dean, nearly toppling him over as he stopped her fall with his hands still cuffed at his waist. I could see my best friend whispering to her over and over that he was so sorry.

Seth laughed, flipping his dark hair back, looking back at Brock and then to his brother Dolph and they all shared a wicked look before Seth held the woman by the back of her neck right up in Dean's face and slid the gun back down to Liv's stomach, pushing it into her side.

I saw my buddy's eye go wide and him fighting something I couldn't quiet see from where I was standing. Then Rollins spoke again. "Oh no boss man. You get the full experience and then you get to decide. We are going to find you that sweet baby kicking and then you tell me who you want to keep alive...Oh, see there it is..."

"Get your hands off me asshole!" my bestie was snarling at him and so was upset.

Seth used to be with the agency too till he screwed both Dean and I over big time on a massive mission a few years back and people died. People we both cared about deeply and could never get back. We didn't even recognize him anymore. Now he just did contract work himself and his family and his adopted brother and neither of us had ever forgiven him for the betrayal.

How he ended up on the team with us on this sting operation to flush out the big player in the Middle East we had no idea. It was likely just money he was after, but he got caught because of me just like the rest of them and clearly blamed me and Dean was just a way to get to me and likely get in good with the free cons.

Seth could have been called a brother to me once but not anymore. Not after what he did. And now he was just happy to worm his way in with whoever was the highest on the totem pole and be their right-hand man till he felt like screwing them over too.

I dropped my head to the wall behind me and closed my eyes, feeling a tear slip down my cheek. Hearing Dean cursing at our former 'brother' and knowing what he was doing to him. Seth knew Dean's wife was pregnant too and he knew this was the worst torture he could possibly put him through.

But Seth wasn't revealing that to the rest of the cons and I had no idea why. Maybe there was some shred of humanity left in him. Maybe he just wanted to keep that secret to himself. Knowledge was power.

Damn it all! I couldn't give Sara up to these sociopaths and I knew Dean would never want me to, but hearing this was breaking me apart too.

"Last chance Ambrose. The baby or Roman." Seth said simply, like it should be such an easy choice.

Dean sat up on his knees, his eyes wide now and full of terror and I could just imagine he was thinking of Renee and their baby. He was shaking his head slowly at our former friend, former brother, but I knew he had no idea what to do. He looked back my way discretely as I peeked around the corner. I saw the slightest nod and I knew he was telling me to it would be time to run any minute.

I took a deep breath and grabbed tight to my girl's hand. Dean was incredible at field work, and I knew he was aware that distraction was the only thing that would work now. But would it be enough? I ripped open the plastic on the needle for the adrenaline and looked back at her. I knew I would need it for the next few minutes in order to protect her. I was terrified not knowing how this would play out, but I knew this it was now or never. She nodded at me, and I closed my eyes and stabbed it hard and fast into my chest and pushed the plunger.

I felt the fluid hit me like a freight train and nearly stumbled away from the wall giving away our hiding place. Sara held me back and I mouthed thank you and let the drug race through me. I felt awake and alert and the rush that my body was ready for anything. I just needed to get my girl off the damn airplane and then at least there would more places to hide on the island. That was my focus. And if I could somehow get Dean free too that that was even better.

I watched him, knowing my bestie would give me a signal to run. But I didn't want to leave him there with those monsters. I thought too about that poor young woman and that she was pregnant too! This was such a mess.

But right now...now, my priority had to be getting my precious Sara out of there. I couldn't think of everyone else that could be hurt. I felt another tear slip down my cheek at the thought that I had to leave my buddy with these psychos.

I braced myself of the balls of my heels and nodded back to Sara that it was time. I didn't even know what was beyond the doorway past these creeps, but I had to try to get her out of there, before my buddy did break down and tell them we were right behind the door. I knew he would hold out as long as he could, but the Dean I knew would do everything he could to save that poor pregnant woman too.

I didn't even have a weapon at all and even the gun we had used to protect us earlier was long gone, lost in the water or wind from the crash and I had no idea where it could be. The cuff was still hanging down off my wrist and I pulled the other piece up and into my hand, making a sort of barrier between the metal and my fist.

Then it was show time.

"You bastard!" I heard Dean yell and then he threw himself forward, his shoulders slamming into Seth, his legs out kicking.

Go time.

I pulled Sara behind me, wading as quietly as I could through the doorway and behind the men watching my buddy flip out. Two of them rushed him and I flinched as I heard the sick thud as one of them must have punched him in the face or worse slammed his head with a weapon.

He kept yelling at them, blocking out the sounds of our escape as I raced as fast as I could down where the aisle used to be. Now it was strewn with more chairs that I saw had been ripped from the floor and I pushed them out of our way, still holding tight to Sara's hand in mine. So there had been more areas of the plane that had more damage than others.

Dean must have gotten clocked good cause he was quiet by now as I ducked Sara behind some floating chairs in what was the empty cabin between first class and coach. I was pressed right to the wall and could still partially see them behind us but thank God we had slipped by.

"Times up Ambrose," I heard Seth snap loudly. I heard him cock the gun,

"Okay, okay!" my buddy cried out and I could hear the woman sobbing too, as she was practically in his arms even with them still tied up at his waist. The woman was clinging to Dean, her eyes up to his face pleading, begging for him to save her.

"I'll tell you!" I heard him snap at them. "Just leave her alone!"

Seth walked back up to them and ripped the girl up from the floor and tossed her away and toward Brock who was again laying in a chair nearby. He pulled her into his lap as she fought him and cried to be let go.

"I'm listening," Seth said giving Dean all his attention.

"You said you would let her go!" Dean snarled back at Seth, and I watch my former brother just back hand Dean and his head snapped to the side, and I saw blood pouring from his lip.

"I did let her go buddy!" Seth snapped back at him. "Tell me now or I revisit the gun at her belly."

I saw Dean hanging his hand and I could see him spit blood on the floor. "They are back there," he motioned monotone, with his head to the back compartment where we were had been hiding. "Miz led Reigns and the Doc both to the area by the bathrooms they are both still there I swear. They didn't go anywhere else. They are hiding right in the back of that room. "

Seth just shoved Dean down onto the seat behind him and wrapped his hand around his throat and motioned for the other guys to go check it out. Harper and Bray instantly strode through the doorway and started flinging things around.

"No one touches them but me!" Brock screamed out. "You find them they are mine. I get Reigns first and then whatever is left of him when I am done you can have but the girl is all mine. Is that fucking clear?!"

There was a chorus of 'yes boss' all around and I saw Brock grin from where I was hiding by the curtain by the doorway. Sara was curled up behind a seat on the opposite side of the aisle from me and I could see her literally shaking from where I was standing. We needed to go or at least try. Everything was scaring her. Anything any of them said was scaring her more. I motioned for her to come to me and opened my arms and she was trembling as she moved back across the aisle and into my arms again.

I knew this was the best chance I had at getting away. The men were almost all occupied in the back. Even Seth pushed Dean down in the chair and him and Dolph joined the others, the sounds of metal being ripped up and chairs being thrown was the perfect mask to our feet wading through the water.

Sara was clinging to my side again and hadn't hardly said I word. I was waiting for more noise and soon I heard more arguing and the cons started fighting and yelling about someone threw a chair at someone and another one yelled back that he didn't. It was perfect time to keep running.

We turned and raced the few feet more down the aisle and I pulled the curtain to first class and nearly jumped out of my skin as Strowman just stood in front of us on the other side!