Twenty Six
"Zack."
His ex boyfriend chuckled behind him. "Not afraid, I see."
Dean smirked as he turned around, bringing him face to face with the traitor. "Of you? Please, Zack. You must think that I'm still the same guy you dated. I'm not."
"You're in a building full of ammunition. I'd wipe that thing off your face."
"I was always not afraid to break the rules."
"Neither was I."
The brunette then reached for his gun but Dean was faster, kicking him hard near his left knee causing him to fall down.
Still the problematic knee, Dean couldn't help but note.
A bullet narrowly missed him as he ran down the corridor. Taking out his gun, he checked the cylinder and found twelve rounds inside.
Knowing Zack, he highly doubt these rounds would last. He needed to get to the ammunition room to get spares.
The station had four levels excluding the two basements which were a car park which was where the parking spaces were. As he raced for the stairs, another shot was fired at him.
Fuck. Zack was close behind. He was in between the third and fourth stairway level when his phone buzzed.
Roman.
"Hey." His boyfriend sounded remorseful. "What time will you be home?"
"Now's not a good time, babe," he replied softly as he quietly bounded up the stairs.
"Why not?"
The sound of a shot being fired rang in the air. Roman gasped.
"That's why," Dean stated.
"Is he there?"
"Yeah. Came after everyone left."
"Dean-"
Zack was close by. The song he was singing was echoing in the hollow staircase.
"I gotta go, Roman. I love you. You hear me? I love you."
"Dean-"
He swiped his finger over the red button.
"Dean!" Roman stared at the phone, before he quickly scrolled for John's number. No sooner than John had picked up, the Samoan man quickly shouted, "Dean's in trouble!"
"Whoa what?" John asked. "What do you mean?"
"Zack's in that building with him. I heard a gunshot and… I'm going down there!"
"No! Roman, you stay put. I'll go. I'll let Captain know."
"John-"
"I mean it, Roman. Dean would never forgive me if anything happens to you."
When John hung up, Roman grabbed his jacket and ran out the door, ignoring Hunter and Stephanie calling him. It was a good thing that there was a taxi passing by.
Roman prayed that Dean would be okay. He didn't want to lose Dean; couldn't imagine his life without him. As fiery tempered and stubborn as Dean was, the pastry chef loved him more than he had loved anyone before.
John was already there when Roman arrived. He gave the brown eyed man a reproaching look. "Roman! I told you-"
"I have to go in!" Roman protested. "He's in there alone. I have-"
"You don't have the skills to deal with this, Roman!"
Captain Mark arrived then with a SWAT team behind. "Roman?" he puzzled. "What are you doing here?"
"He wants to go in!" John told on him. "He's not qualified!"
"Calm down, John. I brought…"
As the two men were discussing, Roman sneaked away towards the building, trying to find a way in. So far all the doors looked sealed. But if the doors to the entrance were sealed, what about the parking spaces? Surely the station had one.
"Roman!" John pulled him back. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
"John, please. I need to go in!"
"You're going to get killed if you go in. Zack is a dangerous man, Roman. Look I know you're scared but Dean is a professional."
"You don't know how many men are in there, John!"
"No, I don't. But that's why we have SWAT. Okay? So just calm-"
Roman shoved him aside before running as quick as he could towards the parking space entrance. He heard John shouting out his name behind him. Dean. He needed to find Dean and shield him from harm-
"Roman!"
John jumped on top of him, tackling him to the ground. "No!" Roman pleaded when John tried to cuff him. "Please don't. I need to see him!"
"You're a civilian, Roman! You're unarmed and untrained. Stop trying to get in. Let us do our damn jobs."
"Let me follow you then!"
"Fuck, Roman? Have you lost it? No! He asked me to keep a lookout on you and I'm going to honor it!"
"But you can keep a lookout on me while we go in."
"For the last time, no!"
"John, please. If it was… the love of your life in there, you'd risk everything."
"But I'm liable if I let you go."
"Again: Let me follow you in! These men wanted me, John!"
Dean scurried through the fourth level corridor where the small lab was located on the fourth floor.
He wondered if Zack was the only one in the station. Was Dwayne here too? Or worse, the whole Alphabet Club?
"Dean…" he heard Zack sing behind him. "Oh Dean…"
The auburn haired cop hid under one of the tables. He still had those bullets; he had to make them count.
"You know, Dean," Zack was saying. He sounded quite far. "You're a selfish man. You have a hot man with you and you're keeping him all to yourself? There's nothing wrong with sharing. I've tasted his skin, felt his smooth dick. It felt so good."
Dean gritted his teeth. Not yet. He couldn't go out yet.
"But hey if you insist on being selfish, I'll just have to get rid of you so that I can let the world sample him." Zack sighed loudly. "I miss us, you know. You were always so damn busy all the time, prioritising your damn job. You always had to go out and prove you were the better man. Well, I'm the better man! I was always the better man! But these idiots were too blind to see that. They're busy thinking how to ask your dad for funding for their work."
Zack was out of his mind if he thought that the station was a non profit organisation, Dean thought.
"It's just stupid politics. I wanted to get rid of you so many times but I couldn't because I love how we had sex. We were good in bed together. Then came this opportunity that I couldn't pass up so I decided to take it. The money was huge. Yeah. So I chose money over you. Big deal. You never worry about money because you grew up with it."
Dean's finger moved over the trigger as he heard the footsteps getting closer.
"Dean, Dean, Dean. I don't see how you can be so shocked. You had a heart of stone. What made this one so different that you fell for him? Hmmm? Because if it's his body, then join us, Dean. We can make more money. Together. You and me. Just like we used to be."
"Dean?!"
Fuck! His heart beat fast against his chest when he heard Roman's voice. How the hell did Roman get in the building? This was not part of the plan. Damn it, Roman, he thought. What the hell were you thinking?
"Well!" Zack laughed. "Look who we have in the building!"
Immediately, Dean came out from underneath the table. His ex boyfriend laughed when he looked at him. "You're right, Zack."
"Right about what?" Zack asked.
"I could use the extra money especially since I need more to get that house in the Bahamas. You know what I'm talking about."
"You still want that land?"
"I want all of it. But I've spent so much money on Samoan boy that I need to build up my savings."
As if on cue, Roman saw him first. "Dean!"
Dean strode towards him and yanked him by the arm. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I came to-"
"Shut up! Did I say you can answer?"
His boyfriend's brown eyes widened. "Dean?"
"We have him, right?" Dean informed Zack who was giving Roman a lookover. "So I say we don't do small. I say we do big. I'm not talking about your auctions. I'm talking about running a syndicate bigger than your Alphabet Club."
"Dean!" Roman panicked. "What are you doing-"
Dean pinched Roman's butt cheek to shut him up.
"I'm listening," Zack replied.
"We'll start with him. He's been nothing but a pain in the ass since he came into my life. I mean sex was good but I got bored. I never get bored with you." Which was a lie, he thought, the last sentence echoing in the air.
"Shane did pay a lot-"
"That's just Shane. Think of those oil magnates. How much do you think they'd be willing to pay? We can get more just like him. You and I can buy a fucking island of our own… each!"
Dean tied Roman's wrists with a cable tie despite his boyfriend squirming. "Don't fuck with me, Reigns," he snarled. "I can snap your neck in an instant."
It took everything in Dean not to meet Roman's heartbroken gaze.
"Gotta say, Dean," Zack commented. "I'm surprised you remembered all our silly daydreams… except now they'll be a reality."
"Oh they will be. We just need to expand our network."
Zack nodded. "Let me get Dwayne. He's been hoping to rope in John on this but now that they're done… he'll be thrilled you're keen to be on it too." The greedy cop jogged towards the door.
Dean refused to be complacent and believe that Zack bought his act. But if it was enough to bring both Dwayne and him face to face…
"Dean," Roman stammered. "What's going on?"
"Just sit there looking pretty, okay, Roman?"
"No!"
Dwayne's laughter echoed then. "Oh he's a stubborn little man, isn't he?"
"You know him better," Dean remarked when Dwayne walked in with Zack.
"And so damn naive." He tugged Roman's hair. "See here? Your boy wants in too."
"Any locations in mind?" Zack enquired.
"No," Dean drawled.
"Let's see what we can work with, okay? You were saying about oil magnates. You know Dubai is just filled with those."
"I'm listening."
"I've got a man who can get us into an underground club where the trading is operated."
"I don't know, Zack… can we trust them?"
"I've worked with them for years, Dean. These men are the real deal. They've got the money. It's the who's who of the business world."
Dean tugged on Roman's hair. "How much can island boy fetch us?"
"A lot."
"Gotta give a number, Zack."
"Similar to what Shane paid… a little higher."
"He can perform tricks; surely we can get more."
"What?" Roman gasped. "Dean! What-"
Dean covered his mouth. "Shut up!" His boyfriend bit his hand then. "Ouch! You bit me!"
"I'll bite your face off next!"
"I do not condone insolence!" Dean grabbed Roman's arm and dragged him into the utility room, throwing him inside before shutting the door. "What the hell, Roman?" Dean whispered harshly. "Why are you even here?"
"I was worried about you!" Roman retorted softly.
"You're not-" Dean threw some of the buckets and chairs inside, setting off loud noises. He didn't want Zack and Dwayne to think that he was being soft with Roman. Turning to his boyfriend, he whispered, "I'm going to need you to climb up that vent!"
"But-"
"Go!"
"Not without you!"
"Roman, I don't have time to argue with you!"
"I won't let you face them alone." Roman kissed him finally on the lips. "Please, Dean. You have to come with me."
Of all the times… "Fine. Just hurry up and climb straight."
Stacking up some containers, Roman gingerly climbed up before opening the air vent while Dean continued making trashing the place while Roman made hurtful sounds to throw his traitorous cousin and Dean's ex boyfriend off track. Once Roman had pushed himself up, Dean followed after.
The auburn haired cop had no idea where he was going. Or how he was even going to get Roman out of here in the first place safe. When Roman reached the end of the vent, Dean chose to follow his instincts, nudging his head towards the left.
Roman followed his instruction.
The two lovers found themselves at the parking lot at the new annex building next to it. "Roman, run. The door leading to the stairs is straight there and it'll lead you outside."
"No!" Roman protested again. "Please come with me. We'll leave town and settle down elsewhere."
Dean stared at him; the idea was tempting but Zack and Dwayne were in the building. "Look, just for once listen-"
"What do we have here?"
A/N Sorry for the late update in this. :-(