Morning came sooner than expected. But there was something weirdly creepy about the morning. It was quiet, calm, and felt like a foreboding of something, yet it wasn't.
In the early hours of the morning, Christian, the Mafia doctor had managed to take out 4 bullets from the man's body and stitched him up. There weren't any major injures except for a huge scar running down his chest.
The four men had just fallen asleep. The doctor was nowhere to be seen. The guards were doing their routine checks.
The man had woken up earlier than expected. His eyes fluttered open and the sight he saw warmed his heart.
It didn't seem right to call them his, yet, he wondered what it would be like if they were his and him, theirs.
He slowly got out of the bed and went to each men, standing in front of them but not close. He stood there silently taking in their tired faces and not to mention, the conversation he had heard yesterday, the vulnerability in their voices, the fear of losing each other.
He silently promised them that they won't ever lose each other. He would keep protecting them always just like he'd been doing for the last five years.
He silently took off his mask and lay it on the bed. He signed his name on a piece on paper and then with one look at all of them, he left.
'Shadow'
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Malachi was the first one to wake up. He panicked when he saw the bed was empty. He quickly pressed the emergency button and the alarms went off.
All the other three woke up and had their guns out instantly.
"He's gone." Malachi spoke and pointed to the empty bed.
But Damon noticed something. He walked to the bed and his eyes went wide.
"Boys," he called and his voice had never been so low to send a chill down everybody's spines.
They all gathered close to the bed, even Christian and the other guards were there.
"Fuck!" They all cursed collectively.
"He was Shadow?And we saved him, I treated him. What an irony?!" Christian questioned unable to believe himself that he's just treated the man sent to kill the four of his bosses and best friends.
"Chris, don't blame yourself. You wouldn't have known. We didn't know either. Nobody would've known." Damon tried to assure him.
"I have something to say." Malachi spoke up and all heads snapped to him.
"What is it?" Ezekial asked him.
"I noticed a few things when he spoke. He knew about the accident with Damon. He said he was glad Damon was safe or it would be a problem. He said the Syndicate had put a hit on all four of us. And he asked us to watch our backs for a few days." Malachi explained.
"Boss, you mean to say, that Shadow came for Damon, and there's still people out there who might come for the three of you?" One of the guards asked and Malachi nodded.
"Yes, exactly. Also, how did he pass the security? No cameras caught him coming in? No one saw him? Not even one person? How did our security alarms not go off, even if he got though the guards? Doesn't it seem creepy?" Malachi kept questioning his doubts and everybody started feeling anxious.
"He knows every entry and exit, that's how he escaped. He knows the blindspots. He knew the codes to enter the mansion. But if he was assigned to kill, why'd he come to injured? Four bullets? How? The very name made me uable to sleep for a week. And there he was in front of us, so vulnerable, defenseless, asking for help." Damon spoke, but no one answered.
"I have a question Boss." Another one of the guards spoke up.
"Yes, go on. We all are here for a reason. Speak up." Ezekial asked the guard to speak.
"He could've just left you know. Why'd he leave the mask and also identify himself? Do you think he did it for some reason? Like maybe he wants us to know that he's on our side and not the Syndicate's?" The guard spoke and all the four men exchanged glances.
They all had felt something last night. It was genuine and raw. Even now they could tell there was a lot more to it.
But before they could answer, the door swung open and one of the men of the intels team came in breathing hard.
"Boss, the Syndicate." He huffed and bent over to catch his breath.
"Take your time and breathe Larsen." Silas spoke in his growly voice.
"Boss, one of our spies in the Syndicate just came back. The members of the Syndicate were all killed very brutally, and the building was set on fire last night. Outside the mansion, they found this." Larsen handed the packet to them.
Silas carefully opened it. And all eyes went wide. There was a black rose and a card which read,
"No one can touch what's mine- Shadow"
"This is so confusing. So the bullets were from-" Christian asked, but was cut short.
"From when he attacked the Syndicate yesterday. But why? And what's with the note?" Malachi questioned.
"Does it mean us? That can't be true right? Is he like an obsessive lover? And what's his? Nope, it doesn't sound like what Shadow would do." Damon was the one to speak.
Little did they know, that their little lover was listening to them and smiling.
"Nope, I'm not an obsessive lover and it definitely doesn't sound like what I woul do. One thing's right though. You all are mine. But I wish to be owned by you and be claimed as yours." The man said with a sigh.
