31. Marcus
Marcus
I wrapped my arms around Madison, holding her tightly against me as Dean kept his hawk-like eyes on Adrian’s prone figure.
He wasn’t dead, just asleep, giving us enough time to figure out what the fuck we were going to do with him.
“What the fuck, Mads,” I muttered into the crook of her neck, breathing her in with a sigh of relief that we had managed to get here just in time.
Madison wasn’t supposed to be here. I hadn’t a clue how she even fucking managed to get past all of the security checkpoints with a fucking scalpel.
“We’ve got maybe thirty minutes before he’s back up again.” Dean alerted, holstering his gun and pulling cuffs from his back pocket .
“He’s not—”
“Dead? No. But he is unconscious.” I kissed Madison’s forehead before she turned to watch Dean crouch down beside Adrian and roughly cuff his wrists behind his back, ensuring they were extra tight. “Dean shot him with a tranquilizer dart.”
“How did you—”
“Sergeant Drake with Alpha-Six. He owed Marcus a favor, and we cashed it in early.” Dean grunted as he lifted Adrian’s body to a seated position, his back resting against the edge of the cot and his head lolling to the side. “What now?”
Drake called me roughly two hours ago, stating that a woman had accessed Oak Park under the guise of one of his officers.
Assuming that Madison was the woman in question, he passed the message along to us instead of having her arrested or dealt with by the on-site guards.
“Now, we strap him down to the cot,” I grinned, releasing Madison and stepping forward to assist Dean with lifting Adrian’s body up and onto the bed.
Once Adrian was in position, I quickly dipped outside of the room, picking up the restraints we had brought with us and tossing a set over to Dean.
“I—I don’t—” Madison stammered before rubbing her temples with a heavy sigh as she just stood by and watched us. “Boys, stop… What the fuck are you even doing here?”
Dean and I halted our work, turning our full attention to her with Adrian only half restrained .
“You wanted revenge, and we are giving you exactly that,” I stated as I stood from where I had knelt to strap Adrian’s ankles to the cot.
“But you’re also not doing it alone,” Dean added, crossing his arms over his chest as he mirrored my stance.
“I didn’t need your help.” Madison scoffed, rolling her eyes.
“You sure about that? He had you pinned to his fucking bed, Mads.” Dean barked furiously, and I could see that he was just as pissed off as I was to find her under Adrian and losing the ability to breathe.
“I had it under control.”
“The fuck you did.”
“I don’t want your help.” Madison snarled, rushing forward to step into Dean, her nails digging into her palms at her sides, knuckles turning white from the strain.
“No, and I get that...” His eyes softened as his shoulders relaxed, and he raised his hands to cup her cheeks. “If you don’t believe that Marcus and I want revenge on Adrian just as badly as you— for you —then you clearly don’t know us as well as you thought.”
I stepped up behind her, wrapping my hands around the backs of her fists and pressing myself against her back.
“Everything we do is for you, kitten. Not for me, and not for Dean. You.” I murmured against the shell of her ear. “Allow us the privilege of protecting you. Adrian’s life is yours to take; there’s no argument there. But you don’t have to do this alone. Not anymore. ”
“We’ve only got a short window of time to get him ready for you. Let us do this, and Adrian is all yours, darling.” Dean whispered softly before pressing a light, tender kiss to her lips. “We’ll even leave the room if that’s what you ask of us.”
Dean adjusted his hold to grip her chin, and Madison nodded, sucking in a breath as her eyes dropped to Adrian, narrowing on him the longer she stared.
“I don’t want you to leave me… Stay…” She uttered, not breaking her concentration. “This is for us.”