Chapter Five

"Run Naomi! Please, run!"

Naomi stared at her brother's husband, terrified, watching as the slim blond struggled to hold off three large, heavy muscled men.

The Russians.

The same people they'd been trying and succeeding in evading for the past six months.

Their luck had run out and the only ones there to see it were her and this man. This enigma that had ensnared her baby brother and captured his heart do thoroughly.

"Run!" The boy screeched again and she turned to do as he said only to scream when two pairs of strong callous hands grabbed he arms tight enough to break it.

"Naomi! Let her go!" John cried, gasping as one of the men grabbed him as well.

"Please!" He pleaded. "She had nothing to do with this!"

"They're not going to listen." She murmured softly, although it warmed her heart to see him begging for her life, it also mad it heavy. John Rahway was a proud man, he shouldn't beg.

"Wise woman." Came a deep voice and they all turned as another man entered the room.

He was tall, nearly 6'9, with long ice blond hair that fell to his shoulders and cold blue eyes a shade or two lighter that John's beautiful aquamarine hues. His skin was a deep bronze, as if he spent most of his time outdoors and was stretched taut over the tightly corded muscle that compacted his lean frame. If she wasn't so sure he was about to kill her, she'd say he was attractive, but as the situation stood, the caustic smile on his lips spoke nothing of good intentions.

"John Rahway and Naomi Cozier. Just the people I was looking for." He greeted and John frowned.

"Look, we-"

"Now, now, . Let me finish." He hummed softly.

"My name is Ivan Yorkshev and you see I have a bone to pick with you, or rather someone close to you."

"G." John breathed softly and Ivan nodded.

"You see, by killing Ghost, cost me alot of money and if there is one thing that really pisses me off, it is when people mess with my money." He rumbled, his accent thickening.

"And while I am sure money is very precious to , I am sure that he values you two more than his money and he will pay. I will take everything from him and just maybe he will learn not to touch my things."

The other blond glared at him. "Your deal was with Ghost, not us! We had nothing to do with that!" He argued and Yorkshev gave a patronizing smile.

"Ay, that is true. But Ghost is dead and will not be back for a few hours yet. Let's surprise him, shall we?

John began to struggled valiantly. "She had nothing to do with this! Any of it! Let her go, at least! Please!"

Ivan hmmed thoughtfully and turned to her and she fought not to flinch at the look in his eyes.

He wasn't looking to just hurt G, he was looking to break him completely, and she could see it in his eyes. He was going to kill, but not before he did something so much worse.

"It's been so long since I've seen a woman so beautiful."

He murmured and when her clothes began to vanish, she started to struggle futilely despite knowing her fate. The entire time, John screamed and struggled, tears streaming down his cheeks as they finished with her and tossed her broken body to the ground. She tried to tell him she was okay, even as her voice shook and tears made their way down her cheeks but he only sobbed harder, saying he was sorry 'so sorry' and begging her to forgive him. For not stopping it. Not being strong enough.

So sorry.

Sorry for everything.

A strange sense of tranquility overcame her and she fell limp as Yorkshev gripped her by her hair and placed a gun to her head.

He murmured something to her but she didn't hear it and when the gun went off, she welcomed the blissful oblivion it brought with it.

John shot awake with a choked gasp, tears streaming down his cheeks as the images from his dream flashed behind his eyelids.

"I'm sorry!" He whimpered burying his hands in his hands, trying to keep quiet so he wouldn't wake his husband.

"I'm so sorry. So sorry." He repeated softly, sobbing brokenly, his long blond hair falling over his shoulders and into his face as if to hide his grief.

Five years.

Five long years since that night. That horrible fucking night and it still haunted him. He'd blacked out shortly after Yorkshev had killed his sister-in-law, courtesy of a beating from the man's henchmen and all he remembered was waking up only a few moments later to find himself in a similar position as she'd been. He'd snapped and slaughtered them all, then he'd cleaned himself and Naomi, dressed her and sat on the couch holding her in his arms, humming to her.

He'd never told G exactly what those men had done to them, just that they'd killed Naomi and tried to kill him. He couldn't break his husband that way and he wouldn't.

The only person alive with the knowledge of what truly happened in that room was him but it didn't stop him from feeling so damn guilty.

He was supposed to protect her and he'd failed.

Just like Letty.

Yes, logically he knew that her death wasn't his fault but the longer he was here the more he felt it was. Everywhere he turned he could see the accusations lingering in the eyes of the DT and it made the feeling multiply.

It was sickening.

A low shuddering sob left his throat and he curled in on himself, his hands moving from his face to his hair to grip the silky locks tightly.

"I'm so sorry." He repeated.

"We're breaking into a police station." Roman deadpanned and his brother grinned brightly.

"Yep."

Tej blinked at his friend from his position at his computer station. He'd heard of all the crazy shit the blond man had done during his stint with the police and the Torettos and had even seen some of it first had but this just took the cake. Even Gordon was staring at the blond strangely.

Noticing their looks, John sighed.

"What is it?"

"A police station. Why a police station?" Mia asked and he gave another sigh, rolling his eyes.

" Reyes is a crime lord, correct?"

Everyone nodded.

"Okay, so if you're a crime lord who runs the cops and you don't trust the banks because there's a chance they're run by your rivals where would you hide it? You'd place it somewhere they wouldn't expect it and logic dictates you'd hide it in a place you control. So-"

"The police station." Dom finished and John nodded, pulling his bag into his lap and digging through it.

"Exactly. Now all we have to do is figure out how much is in the safe and where it is. That'll be easy enough all we have to do is bug the important places in the station, i.e the break room, the chief's office, admin offices, and the parking garages."

Everyone stared at the blond who seemed to have done a total 180. His eye were lit up vibrantly and even his expression brightened immensely as he continued to detail their plan. He looked up at them all and blinked bewildered by their silence.

"What now?" He groaned exasperated and Gordon chuckled lowly, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Excited?"

"Bored. Jesse, Tej, think you guys can hook these to Tej's computers?"

He asked holding out a handful of small audio devices and the two nodded.

"Great. Jake, where's the map with the city banks outlined on it?"

The boy held up a folded sheet of paper covered in red circles and a bright grin lit John's face.

"Great, is everything in place?"

"Yep. Me n' G finished it all last night. We need to be there by one for everything to go off as it needs to."

Dom frowned. "What are you planning, Brian?"

John smirked at him and pressed one slim fingers over his own lips.

"Secret. Come on G, Jake. Jesse, keep the lines open and your eyes on everything."

"Yes mom." Jesse replied, grinning.

It was the most vibrant he'd seen their co-leader since their arrival in Brazil and it was refreshing.

Then again, nothing cheered up John Rahway more than a good heist.

TBC...

A/N: A little more insight into John's past with the Takers. He's not as okay as he seems but soon it'll become apparent how bad it is. And a surprising reappearance next chapter.