Page 2 of Dark Reunion

“Please,” Yasmine hissed through clenched teeth, glaring at Dean. Her eyes spoke louder than words.

The kids. Protect the kids at all costs.

Dean forced himself still, though his body shook with the restraint. He couldn’t act…not yet. There were too many guards, and there was no way he was chancing his children or Yasmine getting hurt.

“What do you want?” Dean’s voice was deadly calm.

His father’s smile spread wide. “I want what is mine. My blood. My heir. My hijo.” His gaze flicked down, staring at Yasmine’s belly. “And all that comes with.”

Dean’s vision swam red. “If you hurt her…if you touch one hair on their heads…I will carve your heart from your chest and force it down your throat.”

His father laughed, the sound loud and ominous, sending a chill racing down Dean’s spine despite the sunny day.

“Get your hands off of me,” Yasmine snarled through the tight hold.

Father leaned close to Yasmine’s ear, inhaling her hair the way a predator savors its kill. “She has fire. I like her. She will make a fine broodmare for many more years. Maybe I’ll even have her for myself for one or two.”

Even with the barrel digging into Yasmine’s skull, her spine stiffened. “You’ll die before you ever lay a hand on my children. I promise you that.” Her voice cut sharp and her green eyes lit up with rage.

Dean’s chest swelled with pride and fury. Yasmine had a warrior’s spirit, and he loved every defiant bone in her body.

Father let her go and she turned and kicked the closest guard in the shin before marching to Dean.

“Ow, fuck,” the guard complained, making my father chuckle.

She tucked herself into Dean’s side and glared at the men.

“I thought your father was dead,” Yasmine whispered.

“Unfortunately, I was wrong. That is definitely my father.”

“Would you like me to push you on the swing?” Father asked Isabella.

Even though Isabella was young, she seemed to understand the danger and shook her head. The twins whimpered, their little fingers holding onto their sister’s swing.

Yasmine raised an eyebrow her fiercest motherly glare fixed on Dean’s father. “I don’t care who he is. You kill him when you get the chance,” she hissed under her breath.

Dean looked down into his sweet wife’s face.

“I’ll make him regret his decision to come looking for me,” he whispered.

“Well, if we are not going to spend any family time here, then I guess we should get going. We have a plane to catch after all.” Father pointed with his gun. “Seize them.”

Dean’s jaw locked so hard his teeth ached. He marched over to the swing and crouched briefly, looking into the twins’ green eyes.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, voice shaking.

But he didn’t believe his own words. Once they were away from here, and undoubtedly locked in his father’s compound there was no telling what would happen.

Father’s soldiers marched forward, one gripped Yasmine’s arm.

“Don’t you fucking touch her,” Dean snarled.

“I’m fine, get Isabella.” Yasmine’s eyes once more pleaded with him to put the kids first.

Nodding, Dean picked up Isabella from the swing and held her tight. Tate and Aiden stayed close to his legs, hands gripping his jeans.

Dean wished for a gun and a large knife to gut his father with as three soldiers marched forward.