New Life. New Owner. Same Sarcastic Bastard.

William Graham A Mob Boss D/s AU

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Tabitha nibbled on her second cracker, watching Demetri and having enough self awareness to realise that she hadn’t acted the way he had hoped, she swallowed her mouthful and brushed crumbs from her lap before reaching forward to cup the guard’s cheek with her hand, their foreheads resting together for a long moment.

Letting out a breath, she shook her head a little as Dem struggled to find the right thing to say to her, “No, you’re right. I need to get better, then stronger.” She replied, leaning back against Hannibal tiredly, “Vacation sounds good.. Somewhere warm with lots of sand..”

Valentin padded back into the front room, sitting himself on the floor next to Demetri to hand over the velvet ring box containing Tabitha’s rings to Hannibal as he put his arm around his husband, making sure to avoid jostling his shoulder.

Taking the box, Hannibal flipped open the top before holding the box to Tabitha to let her put the rings on herself. He watched closely as the female’s fingers ghosted over the diamonds and platinum band for a long moment, almost trying to work out if she should put them on. When she finally took the rings form the box, he placed it down and waited until she had the set on before offering her a small smile, “I hope you feel better, at least partially.”

The redhead nodded a little before uncurling her legs to put her feet flat on the floor, “I, uh.. I think I need to sleep.” She muttered, unable to find the energy to even stand, “I’m just real tired..”

Demetri nodded quickly, leaning on his husband heavily so that he could scramble to his feet and swaying dangerously once he succeeded. He shook his head to clear it, good hand still gripping Val’s shoulder painfully, before grinning at Tabitha and offering her his hand, “Can I join you? I sorta don’t wanna let you out of my sight just yet an’ you know... blood loss is a bitch an’ I could probably do with a lie down an’ all.” The younger male cast a look at Hannibal and Val, “One of you should probably head on up to the roof an’ check on the brat.”

Clement instantly joined Dem and Tabitha, fully intending on curling up on the bed by their feet if he could get away with it.

Will was curled in a ball, eyes blank and trained unseeingly at the TV. He was wrapped in about six blankets but he still felt cold. One hand was still wrapped around his collar as he tried to ground himself but the submissive’s brain just wouldn’t shut off, he was trying to make sense of his feelings and block them out all at the same time.

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Tab barely cracked a smile as she inched her head up just a little to see the proffered half a cracker which she took after a little hesitation and nibbled on. She quickly found that she was hungrier than she had originally thought, finishing off the rest of the cracker and drinking a quarter of the glass of water before Demetri twisted his ring form his finger and placed it in her hand. 

The female tilted her head in mild confusion, her exhausted brain taking longer than it should have to put everything together and make sense of it all. She looked from the ring in her hand to Val’s hand and back, her eyebrows raising in genuine surprise, “Val actually asked? You guys got married?” She questioned, running her thumb around the ring in her hand before holding it back to its rightful owner.

“Not exactly the way it went down. Demi asked me, out of no where and we decided that sooner was better in our line of work.” Valentin shrugged a little, watching Tabitha to see if her reaction would be positive or not, “You’re not mad, right? We wanted you there, you gotta believe us.”

Hann took the cracker packet from the coffee table, shooing Celm down from their laps in order to give Tabitha as much time as she needed to pick up another cracker and eat it as she listened to the newlyweds, “I ensured they were at least dressed appropriately. I have a dress being made to order for you as we speak, I had no doubt that once you were ready, you’d want this done properly.”

“I believe you.” Tabby replied with a soft smile, taking a second cracker from the packet as she shuffled a little closer to Hannibal, delicately leaning back against the side of his chest, not quite allowing herself to disappear into his side but still needing to reassure herself he was really there, “I’m not mad, sorta surprised, I think… The redhead trailed off, eyes glazing over for a split second before she seemed to come back to her body “But I’m happy for you, really. It’s great.”

Turning her head, Tab fixed her gaze on her husband’s lips, unable to force herself to look up for fear of seeing disgust or disappointment that she knew wouldn’t be there, “Can.. Can I have my ring, please? I-I can’t, I’m not Will..”

The grey male nodded, understanding perfectly, having spent months being used in a way that made her feel like nothing but a dirty little whore, she needed the one thing that identified her as something other than a sex object - unfortunately, her collar would hammer that point home in her already traumatised head, “Of course, my love.” He replied, looking over to Val, “If you could, Tabitha’s bridal rings are in the locked drawer of my office desk.”

The Viking was up on his feet in seconds, moving around his husband to kiss the top of his head as he passed, “On it, Boss.” He said as he made his way through the penthouse to Hannibal’s office. On his way he stripped off his bloodied clothes and changed into something more comfortable.

Demetrius took his ring back and slipped it on his finger, a little subdued, he wished that things were different. That Tabitha could have been there for their wedding, that he could have seen the light and real excitement in her eyes when they told her - but things were the way that they were and that was fine. Just a little disheartening. He fidgeted a little, wincing as the movement jostled his shoulder - Val and Han were so good at this sort of thing, they knew exactly what to do. His go to with Will had been the be an asshole from the off but in hindsight that had been a bad move and he didn’t want to repeat the same mistakes with Tabitha. He wanted to be there and to help her get better but honestly he just felt like he was in the way. 

“When you’re better...” ‘Metri winced, already cursing himself for messing up again, “I mean.. not better. Uh... stronger? Whatever... We’ll all go away somewhere...” He said quietly, looking at the floor, “You an’ the brat can pick... Fuck knows you deserve it. We’ll all just piss off an’ leave runnin’ the business to the goons and we’ll just relax somewhere an’ not have to think about any of this shit for a while.”

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Tabitha’s eyes swam as she listened to Dem speak, a small part of her knew that everything he said was completely true and she’d fought more than anything to show Will he was worth something when they’d saved him. Shifting forward and moving her knees to one side so she could pull the male closer, inhaling his scent in order to ground herself, “I know, Dem.” She breathed, pulling back after a while to put her hand on Clem’s head, picking at the dry skin on her lip as she curled protectively in on herself, “You have news?”

Hannibal’s hands stroked over the puppy’s fur, desperately wanting to hold his wife again but knowing that wasn’t something he could do without first giving her a chance to see it coming and fully comprehend that physical contact was coming. The male was on the verge of overthinking just siting next to her when he felt her fingers loosely interlink with his, he looked up to see the redhead turning away from glancing at him, a faint flicker of hope in his chest.

Val had perched himself on the edge of the other couch, tilting his head to try and catch Tab’s gaze just for a moment, “You get news if you eat a cracker and drink that glass of water. Sorry Tabs, but I don’t want you going into shock. That, and it’s worth it.”

Tab grumbled under her breath, opening her mouth to argue before realising that she was finally free and safe to be cared for without it being construed as some kind of weakness, “Alright.”

Demetri chuckled, “Ahh he’s gettin’ bossy. Best to agree before he gets all pissy and pitches a fit, Tab.” He winked, gently teasing his husband as he snapped a cracker in half and slowly held it out to the female, consciously keeping his movements slow and measured. He watched as she slowly managed to consume what she’d been told to before twisting his ring off of his finger and dropping in in her palm.

Sitting back to gauge her reaction Dem shrugged his good shoulder apologetically, “So... I’d had a real bad few weeks and it was a bit spur of the moment. A bit shit actually... when you’re better we can do it proper like but uh... yeah. I’m a proper grown up an’ everythin’. You impressed?” His eyes sparkled with mischief, knowing that the best thing he could do was try to keep normality - be his usual asshole self.

He nudged the packet of crackers towards Hannibal with his foot, “Make yourself useful, Boss, keep feedin’!”

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Val closed his eyes, just resting their foreheads together for a moment, reassuring himself that everyone got out alive that needed to, “You scared the shit outta me, don’t do that again.” He stated, opening his eyes again to glance at the stitches before nodding his satisfaction, “Good, Hann does good work.” He released his grip on the younger male, watching out just in case he needed the support after losing blood.

Tab pulled away from Hannibal and let him sit her down on the couch where she pulled her knees up to her chest and watched as Demetrius’ fingers moved over her hand, she nodded minutely, yes darting between the males as the awkwardly tried to find places to put themselves, “Just sit.. Standing is freaking me out.”

Han sat down on the couch, leaving a little space between the two of them so as not to crowd the female, anything to make her feel safe and comfortable. He turned to look at her face, finding her head bowed, an had to clench his jaw against the anger that roared in his veins - they had spent years turning Tab’s trauma into something beautiful, and all of that had been stripped away, leaving nothing but shame and fear in its wake.

“Some- most of this, you can’t do anything.” She muttered, staring at the carpet, “My face is.. Fucked, but I can still see out of my eye so that’s a plus. Ribs, back, bruises, my lip, you can’t do shit but clean it. Not that I’m worth cleaning any way, I can practically feel the disease crawling over me.”

“You’re worth everything, Tab. Always have been, always will be.” Dem said softly, brushing his lover’s damp hair out of her eyes as he slumped to the floor in front of her, “This... it’ll all fade an’ the rest... We got you through it once before, we can do it again...” In truth he’d barely been involved the last time, dealing with his own trauma from losing his father but he knew that Hannibal and Val had been there and this time he’d join them, “An’ the rest... We’ll get you tested, get you drugs - the good stuff - if you got anythin’, just the same as we did for the kid.” He hesitated, “I know... Right now you probably feel like you ain’t worth shit but the thing you gotta remember is if you ain’t then Will ain’t either and any time you’re feelin’ like you’re broken or worthless you gotta think about how much the brat means to you an’... an’ that’s how much you mean to all of us. So even when you hate yourself remember that we love you until you can love yourself.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his good hand, grinning up at her sheepishly, “See, you even got be bein’ all mushy an’ crap... that’s how much I love ya.” Dem rocked forwards and pressed a soft, barely there kiss to her cracked and split lips, “Love you, Boss Lady.”

The puppy jumped up onto the couch, body in Hannibal’s lap and head in Tabitha’s, letting out a soft whine as is buried it’s face in her stomach.

“See... even the rat’s missed you.”

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Valentin waited for the door to close before embracing Will fully, “You know where we are if you need us for anything. One of us will come up and make sure you got everything you need up there.” He gave the slim male another kiss to the top of his head before letting him go through the window and up onto the fire escape. He turned to rinse the bath tub out and collected up the dirty towels, robes and his jacket for disposal in the furnace.

Tab hovered uncertainly in the doorway, not knowing how to act after being victimised for so long; a part of her  desperately wanted comfort from her family but the other part couldn’t bare to be touched - she didn’t deserve it. She looked down at herself and registered the blanket wrapped around her shoulders, “At least it’s made for someone my size..” She muttered with a hint of a smile making the corner of her mouth twitch a little.

Hannibal straightened up, disposing of the needle and the glove before turning to face his wife and take in her appearance properly for the first time, “It is so good to have you home, beloved.” He stated, sincerely.

Tabitha took a second longer to decide which part of her she needed to listen to bat that moment before running into Hannibal’s arms, allowing herself to be wrapped in his embrace, “I’m so s-sorry I took so long.”

Tightening his arms around the female gently, Hann dropped a kiss to the top of her head and just held her, waiting until she decided what what next, “You have been missed.”

Val entered the font room and carefully moved around the two forms clinging to one another to put his arm around Demetri’s waist, resting his chin on his head, “Will had to duck out, I’ll go check on him in a while. Think it’s best to give him some space for now.” He said in a low voice so only his husband could hear, “Between the two of them they have some shit to work through. Not to mention the kid.”

Demetrius nodded slowly, leaning back into his husband and letting the older male take some of his weight, not taking his eyes off Hannibal and Tabitha, “Yeah, saw ‘im go... Can’t blame the kid, it’s a lot. They’ll get through it though - reckon they’ll help each other more ‘n anything.” He tipped his head back to look up at the Viking, “Han patched me up, good as new in no time... sorry if I scared you.”

The guard sighed pushing forwards to stagger into the kitchen, digging under the sink for the more heavy duty first aid kit and throwing it to the blonde to catch before grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and some crackers from the cupboards. He set them down on the table and gently, reached to take Tabitha’s hand - fingers barely ghosting the skin, “Let us take care of you Boss lady, yeah? We wanna get you good an’ strong so you can get back to kickin’ my ass.” He hesitated, rare vulnerability filling his tone, “We’ve missed you... I have. But you’re home safe now, yeah? An’... An’ once we’ve got you all sorted I’ve got a bit o’ news for you.” Dem chuckled nervously, knowing that when she was up to full strength the red head would be royally pissed that she missed their wedding.

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Val nodded, running his hand through Will’s hair as he pulled him closer, “That’s fine, we never said that you have to be here if you can’t.” He muttered, chancing a look at Tab before continuing, “Are you sure? I know the girls will keep you busy and you have the bar, but we worry about you. I just wanted you to know that.”

Watching Demetri, Hannibal nodded slowly and squeezed his hand in understanding, “It’s a weight from all our shoulders, that I can agree with.” He stood, collecting the medical supplies and disappearing into his office for a minute. When he came back, he had an uncapped shot of antibiotics in a gloved hand and a sharps bin in the other, “Alright, drop ‘em and bend over.” He smirked.

Tabitha shuffled over to the males in the bathroom and gave Will a kiss on the cheek, sniffing a little as she wiped her nose with her hand hesitantly, “It’s hard. I-I get it if you can’t..” She shrugged a little, she didn’t need to be a psychic to sense this was getting too much for Will, and with her hyper vigilance going haywire she could see it as clear as day, “It’s fine, Will.” She gave him a final kiss to his cheek before padding out of the bathroom, her head down out of habit as she cautiously made her way through to the front room.

Will’s eyes filled with tears as Tabitha approached him, he felt so bad but he just couldn’t do it. He nodded quickly as the boiling hot water spilled over he cheeks and he swallowed painfully as he watched Tabitha leave. The sub turned to Val and cleared his throat again, “No I... uh... I won’t be far. Dem finished my den on the roof yesterday I’m gonna go camp out up there just... come check on me when she’s sleeping or... well one of you anyway, yeah? I want to be as close as... as I can.”

The younger male scrambled through the window and the up the fire escape. Demetri and himself had been working together to create his safe space on the roof. I was really just a small Yurt with a fire pit in the centre but they’d managed to trail wires up to set up a small TV in there and Will had dragged a ridiculous number of blankets and pillows up the fire escape. Starting his fire the submissive put something mindless on and buried himself in his nest, letting himself calm down as he wrapped his fingers around his collar in a self soothing action.

Demetri sighed and did as he was told, only just managing to pull up his pants as Tabitha reentered the room. He saw Will disappear out of the corner on his eye but chose not to comment on it, “Hey, you...” He hummed, voice gentle and measured and a lopsided grin in place, “You’re looking better - always did love my My Little Pony blanket on you.”

Clement kept to Tabitha’s heel, reluctant to let her out of his sight.

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Tabitha steppe forward gingerly, her hand coming out to touch the soft, well worn clothes. She took the pile from Will with a slightly stronger smile than she’d managed all day and nodded, turning from the males to strip the robe from her shoulders, revealing just how badly her back was bruised, to the point that Hannibal’s tattoos were barely visible amongst the black and purple. 

The redhead quickly dressed in the clothes given to her and looked down at the wet sensation on her hand. Her fingers carded into the soft and familiar fur, the tension in her back and shoulders relaxing a fraction. 

Val put his arm around Will’s shoulders, half turning the two of them as Tabitha dressed but his medical eye swept over the female’s beaten form to take note of all her injuries, cataloguing which they would need to keep an eye on for a while. He gave the younger male a smile and kissed his forehead, “You did good. I wouldn’t have thought of it.”

Tabby glanced over her shoulder at the two males, her free hand curling in the collar her borrowed sweater to breathe in Val’s scent, “Is Da-” She paused to swallow and clear her throat, “Is Hann around? I want-”

“You want everyone around.” Valentin supplied for the other, nodding a little, “I got you, he’s probably sorting Dem out.”

Hannibal pursed his lips, deciding against arguing with the younger male, none of them had the energy for that kind of thing right now, least of all Tabitha who didn’t need angry males anywhere near her. The mob boss rolled his eyes and half smiled, “Yes, it would be unfortunate to spend your cut of the money we’re about to acquire on your funeral.” 

Snipping the last of the stitches, Hann placed the needle and clamp down in a surgical bowl, stripped off his gloves and tossed those in too before tuning to meet Demetrius’ eye, “Val says the job is done, the state Tabitha was in when we saw her.. There’s no way he survived her attack.” He said softly, clasping his hands in his lap, “I didn’t think about it.. I just remember thinking every day when we found Tab, ‘what if I found her sooner?’. I couldn’t leave without her.” 

Rubbing a hand over his face, the grey haired male took Dem’s hand in his free one, “I’m proud of all of us, but most of all Tabby. I won’t lie, I wish I could have been the one to do it, as I’m sure you do too, but it had to be her. It was the only way.”

The sub shrugged tiredly, “It... would have helped me.” He said simply, knowing no one could understand each other quite he way he and Tabitha did.  Will turned his body into Valentin’s, hiding his face in the taller man’s neck to avoid looking at his Mistresses broken body, “I don’t think I can do this...” He choked, quiet enough that he knew even Val would have to strain to hear him, “I felt... abandoned when Mistress had to leave me after... after Ch-Chilton but I get it now. I can’t... flashbacks... I need to get out.” He felt his chest constricting, and checked to make sure Tab was still occupied with Clement and getting dressed, “But I don’t want her to think it’s her fault. Can... Can you cover for me? I don’t need anyone to come with me - I want you all here with her but... I need to be somewhere that’s not here while you treat her. Please?” Guilt drowned him but he knew that if he stayed in the room and saw this part then the flashbacks and panic attacks would overwhelm him and then he’d just be making things harder for the woman he loved. For the sake of them both he needed to get out.

Demetrius squeezed his lovers hand and sighed, rolling his wedding ring around, “I know. I’ve dreamed about pulling that trigger for years but I always knew it was Tabby’s kill an’ to be honest with you, I’m just glad he’s gone - it doesn’t matter who did it. Now stab me in the fuckin’ ass an’ lets go look after our girl, yeah?”

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Val silently lathered up and rinsed Tabitha’s body, ensuring the last of the blood and any grime that could possibly remain after the first two scrubs. He helped Tab to stand up in the tub once again, pulling the plug at the same time to let the water drain away for the last time, he smiled softly as he held up a fresh robe, “C’mon sweetheart. You don’t want to get cold.” 

Jerking a little at the voice, Tab had to blink a few times before she finally came back to her senses, stepping out of the bathtub to the proffered robe, curling it around herself as the cool bathroom air began to chill her skin. It was another moment before she realised Will had disappeared, in fact she didn’t notice until he was back, flinching just a little at his haste, “What goodies did you get me?” She asked weakly, eyes dancing over the pile of fabric in his hands.

Hannibal tied off the first set of sutures, closing the entrance wound, his head shot up to take in the blurred form of their submissive before he had vanished from sight once more, “Well, he is our secret weapon for many reasons. Speed being one of them.” He smiled faintly, waiting until the bathroom door was closed once more before making a start on the exist wound stitches, “Nobody can take the place of any of you. Not a single one. Each of you are dear to my heart, you’re each unique and without you I cannot function.” The grey male stated simply, without even looking up at the younger male as he continued his task, “Which is why I’ll stab you in the ass with antibiotics if it means I get to keep my family in one piece.”

The submissive chewed on his lip as he shifted from one foot to the other uncertainly. He started to speak but hesitated, not wanting Tabitha to hear the tell tale shake of tears in his voice. Clearing his throat as naturally as he could the younger male started again, “Uh... I don’t know. Probably a stupid idea but I thought... I mean...” Will took a deep breath, “Something from each of us to... I don’t know... ground you or something.” He shrugged one shoulder, handing the pile of mismatched clothing over quickly before darting a quick look at Valentin to check he’d done the right thing.

Clement nosed his way into the room, the moment he saw Tabitha the puppy’s ears pricked up and his tail started wagging. The puppy was smart though and as if he sensed the tone in the room he didn’t run at his Mistress excitedly as he normally would have to took slow, measured steps across the room until he was a warm weight against he leg, offering a gentle lick to the back of her hand as he looked up at her with huge, brown eyes.

Demetrius tried not to tense his back as he felt the needle pull against his skin, “Whatever you say boss. I know I’m the most expendable. You’re just lucky I’m selfish enough to wanna stick around with you lot - ain’t gonna let myself get burnt up and miss out on this cushy number.” The body guard went uncharacteristically silent as the weight of the evening suddenly hit him, “He’s really gone, huh? After all these years... Dad... He’d of been proud of the way you got that kid out tonight, Boss. An’ he’d of been ever prouder of Tab - she did what the rest of us sucked ass at for years.”

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Val shifted his weight between his feet, not knowing what to do so deciding that nothing was better than the wrong thing. He looked up as Will cleared his throat, lips pressing into a thing line as he heard the fight for control over his emotions. He nodded his agreement though, everything Will had to say was the truth, but that didn’t mean any of this was sinking into Tabby’s traumatised brain.

Staying silent for a second, Tabitha took a shaky step forward to rest her head on top of Will’s, “Thank you.. I love you too, all of you.” She muttered, wringing her hands in front of her, “How much longer?” She finally asked, her legs felt like they were going to give out any moment and with the bulk of the blood gone, this would hopefully be the last round of washing.

The Viking shut off the water and cautiously placed a hand on the female’s shoulder, “Last one, five minutes, ten max. We just wanna make sure every last trace is gone, then we’l get you something to wear and get you tucked into bed.” He stated softly, the weight on his shoulders lifting a little as Tabs turned into his grasp and pressed her face into his chest; not quite a hug, but more than she’d have thought possible form herself. 

The female moved away, shedding the robe again to climb back in the water, sinking down a little further in the clean water as the heat soothed her bruises.

Val soaked the cloth again then added some of Tab’s favourite body wash, lathering up every inch of her body so she’d smell nothing but home now she was back.

The mob boss’s hand faltered on the antiseptic, moving around in the supplies before withdrawing local anaesthetic and sticking the younger male in the arm before he could complain, “I didn’t think you were that stupid, but I had to ask.” He smiled a little, ripping open a sterile pack of gauze to soak in peroxide and start cleaning the mostly numb wound, “Could have been a lot worse..” He said more to himself than Dem, forcing himself to look up and meet his eyes, “If it had been worse, I’d never have forgiven myself. I took the risk in bringing the girl, most would have allowed her to burn in order to save time helping her.”

As soon as the wound was clean, Hann had stitches in his hand, and set about suturing the entrance wound closed, using both of his hands now he was sure Demetrius wasn’t going anywhere, “I have some antibiotics in the medical fridge, you get the choice of a shot in the ass or two weeks of pills. the last thing Val is going to want is you starting to rot away with infection.”

Will quietly helped to wash the last of the blood and grime off of his Mistress, not trusting himself to talk again. He wanted to stay and be helpful and he knew that he was just a hairs breath away from bursting into tears and nobody needed that. Instead he chose to be a warm, silent presence. Once Tabitha was clean he scuttled out of the room, legging it through the living room soaking wet and in clinging, sodden briefs. The sub barely spared a wave for his two lovers on the couch as he skidded into his, Hannibal and Tabitha’s bedroom, speedily searching through their wardrobe before breaking into Val and Dem’s room and doing the same. Pleased with his collection he ran back to the bathroom and held them out silently.

Tabitha’s underwear, his own sweatpants, Hannibal’s shirt and Val’s sweater - with Demetrius’ hooded My Little Pony blanket folded on top. He had figured that being surrounded by all of their scents might help - it could be a stupid idea but it was worth a try. The submissive shivered as cold air hit is own wet skin and he handed the clothes off the Val so that he could reach for a towel.

Demerius sighed, “Nothin’ to feel bad about, boss. If it came down to saving me or savin’ any of the others - including the little girl - it’s a no brainer. We need Val, he holds us all strong and Tab an’ the Brat are special. That little ‘un’s an innocent and I’m just a sarcastic bastard - an’ we’ve got a hundred goons that could take my place just as easy.” He chuckled, “Just give me the shot, you know I ain’t no good at remembering to take pills.” 

He blinked as a soaking wet sub streaked past them, “Shit that kid’s fast...”

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Tabby rocked a little in the bath water, her racing heartbeat making her body reflexively move back and forth with each frantic beat . She managed to not flinch, having known that Val was washing her arm and Will had sat behind her, she knew that logically the next thing coming was the wash cloth to her back. 

The faded redhead bowed her head, knowing that the silence in the room was so heavy because the longer they scrubbed the blood from her the obvious it was just how abused she’d been. 

A couple of silent tears hit the water as Valentin rinsed off the cloth to make a start on the next arm, he gently cupped the female’s cheek, thumb stroking through the tear tracks, “You haven’t got anything to be ashamed of. We don’t love you any less, not because of this.” He gave a small smile then started dabbing at the reddish brown stain tinging Tabitha’s face, “I do wanna be able to see that gorgeous face of yours though.”

The blonde male waited until Tab had nodded and closed her eyes again before meeting Will’s concerned look, he fixed the sub with the same soft reassuring look he gave Tabitha as he continued cleaning her up. By the time her back, face and the other arm were done, the water was filthy and required a change. 

Standing Tabitha up, Val wrapped a fluffy robe around her and tied it gently around her waist so she wouldn’t get cold as the tub drained most of the way then was refilled with clean warm water.

Hannibal barely suppressed the smirk on his face at catching Demetri unawares, the remnants of which quickly faded to annoyance as the male tried to move away from him. With a roll of his eyes, the older male had straddled Dem’s legs and had him pinned in place with an arm across his chest as the other hand began unbinding the wound, “You should know I don’t take no for an answer. Our little guest is making the most of the huge TV in the guest bedroom, I told her she can order whatever cartoons her heart may desire. Val and Wil have Tabitha so I am looking after you now.” 

He tossed the makeshift bandage away, reaching for hydrogen peroxide in the medical kit with his one free hand, “You did more than just get us a way out, you almost had Will running back in for you. He was terrified as the flames started and you still hadn’t left.” The grey male narrowed his eyes at the younger male playfully, “Please tell me you didn’t deliberately wait that long so you could jump through a window.”

Will perched himself on the side of the bath as it filled again, trailing one foot in the water to test the temperature as it filled, he continued to chew on his lip - hating the uncomfortable silence that filled the room. 

Uncertainly he cleared his throat, looking up at Tabitha hesitantly, “You know we’ll always love you.” He said softly, fighting past the lump in his throat, “I don’t think any less of you than you thought of me. We’re a team and we’re strongest together. Now that we’ll all back under the same roof we’ll help you and... and it’ll all be okay now. You’ll see...” Demetrius rolled his eyes, he was used to Hannibal telling him off - the man had been doing it ever since he was kid. He struggled a token amount until the older man straddled him and then he gave up. Sighing softly he allowed Hannibal to unwrap his arm, pain instantly lacing through both the entrance and exit wounds as the air hit him. Demetri chuckled softly, “I know that sounds like something I’’d normally do but I ain’t that stupid... Tonight was about gettin’ us all out safe. Turns out Darko builds his flashy mansions cheap. The flames took down a bit of ceiling right in front of me... Had to find another way out, it just took a bit more time than I wanted.”

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Visibly shaking as she sat in the bath, Tabitha kept her eyes screwed shut as she forced herself to think over the options given to her. After a moment, she nodded her head minutely and slowly opened her eyes in order to look at Will, “Can you.. Keep your boxers on?” She asked in a small voice, looking down at her legs as she finally released her grip on the youngest male’s hand.

Val watched Tab as she decided what to do with her hands now they were free, she eventually settled on rubbing them roughly over her thighs to loosen the dried blood from her skin, slowly revealing multicoloured bruises all over her legs in the shape of hands and fingers along with a couple of rough knee prints.

The blonde knelt down at the side of the tub and made sure to approach her from the front, making sure she could see every movement he made in order to anticipate it. Soaking a washcloth, the tall male lifted it into Tab’s line of sight then tenderly raised one of her arms to start the odious task of scrubbing the main bulk of the blood from her skin.

Hannibal appeared at Demetrius’ side with a medical kit, now that he was happy with Lana having had a shower and been fed, he was turning his attention to the next person who needed his expert attention, “Let me see that arm of yours.” He stated softly, pulling on latex gloves and pulling out a suture kit, “The least I can do for the man who put his life on the line for a clean escape.”

Will nodded quickly, happy to do anything that he could to help. The submissive stripped down into his boxers and slowly lowered himself into the warm water. He didn’t wrap his arms around Tabitha, not wanting her to feel trapped. He picked up a second wash cloth and gently began to wash his lover’s back. He chewed on his lip worriedly as he took in her bruises, his long fingers trembling slightly as he looked up and caught Valentin’s eyes over her shoulder. He’d draw strength from the older male until Tabitha was better - he could do that.

Demetrius jumped at Hannibal’s voice, his eyes snapped open, “Fuck! I didn’t hear you comin’...” He mumbled, good hand pressed to his chest as he groaned, trying to shift out of Han’s grasp, “M’fine... I’ve had worse. ‘Sides you were busy with the kid and Val had Will and Tabby, what else was I gonna do - leave you to die?” 

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Val moved aside to let Will into the bathroom, closing the door firmly once he was inside and busying himself with the water, shutting it off once it was full enough to wash the bulk of the blood off before being drained and refilled. 

Tab rocked a little on her seat, her hands like vices on Will’s one, assuring herself she was really here - really free. She couldn’t muster up a smile but gave a sharp nod, “It’s… It’s not-” she closed her mouth, hiding behind her hair as her free hand tightened on the jacket for a minute before hesitantly relaxing to let the heavy jacket land on the floor. On the surface, the female was completely covered from head to toe in blood; she’d decimated Darko’s remains to the point that he was unrecognisable. Underneath that were bruises in vary stages of healing, most layered over one another from repeated beatings. An angry purple bloom on her back covered three fractured ribs Darko had inflicted on her the day she’d arrived.

A black and yellow bruise coloured her left cheekbone, that one she’d actually been worried about, had miraculously not ended in a broken eye socket, although she’d not been able to see straight for six weeks after that particular punch. All in all, the physical injuries were bad, but nothing more than one would expect from someone held hostage for three months, it was the mental scars that would take their toll on Tab in the time to come. After finally gaining Darko’s trust to walk the house, she’d frequently been subjected to various humilations, beatings and worse from the men in the house. All a part of Darko’s plan to have her completely broken. More times than she cared to admit, she’d been cornered by one of the men who forced themselves upon her then shoved her away like a common whore when they were done.

Tabitha swallowed thickly, slowly lifting her head to look up at Val, tongue licking at the still healing split from her kidnapping - they hadn’t allowed it to heal, now it was sure to scar. “Aren’t I just the prettiest mess you ever saw?” She all but spat the words out, looking down at her hands.

Val’s breath stopped as the jacket fell from Tabitha’s shoulder’s, other than darker patches under the now crusty browning blood, he couldn’t tell how bad it was. Tabby’s words, on the other hand, told him everything they needed to know. Without a beat he replied before she could look away, “You’re beautiful, and you always will be.”

The blonde helped her to her feet then picked her up to set her in the warm water, picking up a wash cloth, “If you gotta stop, just say and we’ll stop.”

The redhead winced as she was placed in the water, during the final phase o the plan, nobody had bothered to see if she was ready for penetration and as such she was ton and painful in the worst of areas. He hand shot out, reaching for Will’s hand, the moment she had it, she closed her eyes so tight she saw stars behind her lids, “Okay… Okay, I’m ready.”

“Only woman I’ve ever loved.” Will agreed quietly, keeping hold of Tabitha’s hand even as she ground his bones together uncomfortably. He chewed on his lip, uncertain of how to help - sure, he had his own experiences but everyone was different and there was no guarantee that what had helped him would help Tab, “Do... Do you want me to get in with you?” He asked hesitantly. It could go one of two ways, one the one hand she could feel vulnerable alone in the water, the only one naked in a room with two clothed men. The feel of a familiar, loving body close to her could be exactly what she needed. On the other hand it could be the last thing in the world that would help her. 

Will would do anything he could to help, but he wouldn’t do anything without her permission. Slowly, he raised her hand to his lips, barely brushing them against her knuckles and smiling reassuringly even as his stomach rolled at the thought of him tasting his father’s blood. The blood of the man who had done everything he could to tear apart his Mistress.

He was starting to understand why Tabitha had had to run away and keep her distance when he’d come back from Chilton. At the time, though he’d hidden it well, he’d felt hurt and a little abandoned. But now? Now he got it.

“...Or not? I’ll do anything for you. I’m yours forever. No matter what.”

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[happilyowned-graham]

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The second Dem was in the car, Hannibal threw the car into drive and span around to head back to the house, his foot down as far as it could go. As they reached the main road, the remaining windows blew out in a ball of flames, ”Let’s go home.”

Valentin, turned to inspect the wound as his husband bound the wound, “Through and through, doesn’t look like it hit anything major, he’ll be alright once he’s stitched up. Don’t worry little one.”

Tabitha flinched a little at the sudden extra presence in the car and again at the stroke to her hair, but a second later she relaxed into it, hearing Dem’s voice. Nodding slowly, “I missed you. All of you.” She mumbled before curling up on herself again, not wanting them to see the damage that had been done to her body.

Barely an hour later, they screeched to a halt in the garage of the house, the van’s door were thrown open as what remained of the tactical team carried Bjorn into the kitchen to administer emergency medical care.

Hannibal jumped out of the car and helped Lana out, carrying her through the house without stopping to talk to anyone. Once they were climbing the stairs he chanced to look at her, her little eyes darting around to take everything in, “Like I said, you’re safe with us. Nobody will come up here but us.”

Val slid from the car, not bothering to close his door as he almost ran through the house, trying to save Tabby the curious looks of any men loitering in the house between shifts.

As son as they were upstairs he headed for the bathroom, “We’re gonna get you washed up, okay? Then we’ll get you in your own bed.” He said softly, easing Tab from his arms into the toilet lid and only looking away from her long enough to get the bath running and water at the right temperature, “You gotta stay with me, okay? Don’t go inside, stay with me.” 

Tabitha nodded shakily, pulling her legs up to her chest to wrap Val’s jacket around her body more, “Okay. I’ll try.” After a moment she mumbled from behind her grown out hair, “Can, uhm… Can I ask for Will…? I just, I can’t..”

“You got it, anything you need.” The blonde breathed, reaching for the door to open it enough to call into the hall, “Will? Can we have you?”

Demetrius sighed as they trudged up to the penthouse, he took the rear, a little slow due to blood loss, the amount of lives taken from their team weighing heavily on him - honestly he was just tired. He watched Val spirit Tabitha away and Hannibal disappear with Lana and just flopped down on the couch, closing his eyes. He was happy, they were all back together and that was how it should be - he just didn’t have the energy to show it. His arm needed stitching and he couldn’t bend that way but he could wait until one of his lovers was free to help him - he was the least important person in the penthouse at that moment in time and he was okay with that.

Will hovered nervously, unsure of what he could do to help, his Daddy hand his hands full, Dem just seemed to want to be by himself and Val - the medic of their group - was looking after Tabitha. That was where he really wanted to be, in with his Mistress so that he could be sure she’d be okay - but he didn’t want to get in the way. The moment Val called for him he was there in seconds, thrumming with nervous energy and cautiously reaching to take one of his Mistress’ hands. He took two quick breaths and quickly ran through what he needed to in his head to control his flashbacks - four things he could see, three he could touch, two he could taste, one he could feel - and he was back in the room. Game face on, ready to be helpful.

“H-Hey...” He whispered, his voice soft and soothing, “Good to have you back. You did it, Mistress, you’re free.” The submissive hesitated, “Can... Can we have the jacket? It’s just you, me and Val - no one else is coming in. But he needed to see so... so he can help. Please?”

Lana nodded against Hannibal’s chest, pale hand gripping his shirt. She didn’t know what was going to happen next but she knew it had to be better than where she had been before.

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Making sure to keep Lana’s eyes shielded, Hannibal waited until Dem said the coast was clear to dart through the bodies littering the lower floor of the house and our the door into the waiting and still running car, “In we get, don’t look at anything but me.” He assured the small girl, making sure she was buckled up and looking at nothing other than her legs or his face, “We just have to wait for everyone else to get out then we’ll go.”

Val took three steps down the stairs when Nicu hit the floor in a spray of blood,, he froze glancing at the stained glass windows along the side of the stairs, half considering if they’d survive the drop with anything more than a few scratches. His train of thought stopped when he heard Demetri’s cry and it took everything he had not to haul ass straight down there with no regard for his safety. He waited until he was given an opportunity and legged it down the last of the stairs, barely making sure Will was still with them - he was sure Tabitha’s grip wouldn’t let him escape.

Tab’s hand tightened in Will’s shirt, her eye’s fixed on Nicolae’s body as they passed it and headed out of the house. Even after he was out of sight it was all she could see. Nicu had been the first person to sign up for this, he’d heard stories from Tabby about how Hannibal had run Darko out of town the first time around and he’d wanted a chance to show that he was worth all the time and training that he’d been given. He had been the only source of small comfort she’d had during her time here,; the other guards were lower level and didn’t risk to spend more time with her than absolutely necessary.

As soon as he was outside, Val’s legs worked automatically, heading toward the SUV to slip in the back with Tab on his lap, shifting over to make room for Will. It wasn’t until the door closed he realised they weren’t completely alone, “Uh.. Hi?” He offered to the girl sat next to him, looking at Hannibal in the rear view with undisguised confusion.

On the verge of completely shutting down, Tabitha, curled naked on Valentin’s lap with nothing but his jacket and Darko’s blood to keep her covered. She barely registered her husband in the car, her gaze was locked on Svetlana, “He really did have someone else down there… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” The redhead whispered in Romanian, beginning to breakdown again.

“You don’t have to be sorry. You didn’t hurt me.” Lana replied in a small voice, her Romanian fluent if a little rusty due to lack of use - Darko still had a thing for the girls in his mother country it seemed. The little girl lurched forward, ignoring as Val tried to subtly put himself between the two of them, to wrap her arms around Tabitha’s shoulders, “You saved me.. You saved me.”

Hannibal, who had been watching all of this in the rear view, smiled a little to himself and glanced back toward the house, seeing the remaining half of the tactical team running around the building to head inside with gasoline canisters while two others carried Bjorn between the two of them, his face screwed up in agony as they lead him over to the van. The grey haired male gave it a few more moments before giving a quick blast of the horn, warning Demetri that they were about to leave once the flame was lit.

Will crawled into the car, taking his seat next to Hannibal again and twirling his bloody knife in his fingers nervously, “She got him good.” He murmured softly, “We need to get her home though... She’s... Well you know.” The submissive swallowed the lump in his throat, blinking back hot tears. This wasn’t about him and he refused to make it that way, but it wasn’t so long ago that he was in Tabitha’s position and he could practically feel the pain that she was in. He couldn’t even concentrate on the fact there was a stranger in the car with them - that was the least of his worries.

The submissive’s head snapped up as he heard the first tell tale crackling of flames and the tactical team running towards them - it suddenly registered with him that the car was missing one very important person and his hand shot out to grip Hannibal’s tightly, “Daddy!” He choked out, “Dem got hit! What if he’s still in there?!” He watched the house in mounting horror, two seconds away from darting out of the car when he suddenly saw their lover barrelling straight out of a window and lurching towards them. The man wrenched open the car door and practically fell into his seat, panting heavily and reaching over to tentatively brush Tabitha’s bloody hair away from her face, “We missed you, Boss Lady.” He said quietly, his voice strained with suppressed pain. Dem caught Will’s worried look in the rear view mirror and rolled his eyes even as he ripped his shirt apart, binding his bloody, upper arm tightly, “Don’t look at me like that. This ain’t nothin’. Worry about Tab, not me.”

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Tucking his gun in his holster, Hannibal crouched down a few feet from the girl, “I promise you, we’re the good guys. We won’t let anybody else hurt you.” He spoke softly, eyes never leaving the terrified girl’s face, even for a second, “But we have to go, right now. It’s not safe to stay.” 

The little girl chewed on her filthy and cracked lip, considering the grey haired male’s words and his face before sliding out of the corner, “Okay.” She dragged her inquisitive brown eyes over Demetri and then Hannibal’s bloody clothes, “Are they all dead?” 

Hannibal nodded, slowly getting reaching out to offer his arms to the child, “Everyone is dead or very close. Which is why we must leave now.” He breathed, trying to keep the urgency from his voice, “Come, we’ll get you clean clothes and some food.” 

At that the girl bit the bullet and ran into Hann’s outstretched arms, allowing him to pic her up and settle her on his hip with ease, “M’Svetlana.. I prefer Lana though.” She muttered, eyeing Demetri again, “Who’re you?”

Giving a cursive sweep of the room, deciding that everything there was Darko’s and definitely not Svetlana’s, he headed for the bedroom door, “My name is Hannibal, that’s Demetrius, we call him Dem. It’s a pleasure to meet you Lana.” He smiled, pulling his gun as he crossed the threshold of the room and leading the way back up to the ground floor of the house. 

Just as he was emerging from the staircase with Lana in his arms, Hann had to dart back as two bullets embedded in the wall just inches from his face, chunks of wall spraying on impact and leaving a gash on his cheek from the impact. He cared more for the child in his arms though, making sure she had been protected from the debris before turning to Dem, “Guess we know where the rest of them went, probably took out some of the team and circled back.”

Tabitha curled into Val’s embrace, her arm moving around his neck to keep him as close as possible. She flinched at the first kiss to her face, such tenderness not having been seen in months, it took her a moment to relax again and nod, every inch of her body trembling.

Val stood with Tab, giving Nicolae a nod to go ahead and clear the path of any stragglers, “Alright, lets go home.” He said, stepping  over the body with very little regard for it. He stopped, turned, hawked up the biggest amount of spit and phlegm he could muster and spat on Darko, smirking as it landed dead centre of his forehead, “That’s for Demetrius.” Without another word, he turned and left with Tab. knowing Will wouldn’t be far behind.

As soon as they reached the stairs, Tabby’s hand around Valentin’s neck was reaching back to grip Will’s tank top. Even though her expression was blank, it was clear that the female was simply trying to convince herself this was really happening and not all another elaborate dream.

Shots from the bottom of the stairs had Val stopping, signalling Nicolae to go ahead and try to get a handle on what was happening. As far as those left standing knew, he was still on their side.

Demetrius nodded shortly, vaguely listening to Hannibal as he took in their surroundings, listening intently to everything. Whipping around to his left he took out another man then stowed his gun in his pants cautiously, nodding his agreement, “Yeah I think we’re safe now. You get her to the car and I’ll make sure Val gets out safe with Tab and Will then follow.” 

He wasn’t sure how he felt about the small child in his lover’s arms. She needed help and he could appreciate that but he didn’t want Will to get any bright ideas about taking her in. Dem had never wanted children and he didn’t think that they fit into their lifestyle. Still though, she was scared and innocent so he attempted to shoot her what he hoped was a reassuring smile, “You’re okay with the Boss man, honey. He ain’t gonna let you get hurt.”

Will pressed himself close to Valentin’s back as they decended the stairs, making sure that he was close enough for Tabitha to touch if that was what she needed. His keen eyes were also darting everywhere though, nervous of danger when they were most vulnerable.

Watching Hannibal’’s back he turned to survey the area, getting distracted as he heard footsteps on the stares. He barely had time to lock eyes with Nicu before blood sprayed over him, blossoming from the other man’s neck as his prone body plummeted down the last few steps. Swearing harshly and cursing his own stupidity, Dem went to pull his weapon again but he didn’t have the time. His left bicep jerked backwards at what felt like someone hauling off and punching him full power hit it and he fell to hit knees with a grunt. He could hear gunshots vaguely in the distance but his ears were ringing. As the bodyguard turned to look at his arm he saw blood gushing from a hole in the flesh and as soon as he acknowledged the injury white hot pain shot through his body. Letting out a roar of pure agony he surged to his feet, adrenaline kicking in as he drew his weapon and took on the four men approaching.

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” He roared, barely able to hold them back and suddenly finding he was the last man standing, “Val, you get your sweet ass outa that door, I’ll be right behind you.” He growled, barrelling towards Darko’s men and hoping Valentin had enough sense to take advantage of the distraction,

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These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends

[happilyowned-graham]

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Having emptied his first mag of bullets, Hannibal ducked behind a pillar to reload, keeping his eye on Demetri as they swept through all the rooms of the lower floor as the team they’d brought with them headed out onto the grounds and set up a perimeter, in case anyone should turn up and come at them from behind. 

Letting the haze settle, Hann’s eyes darted around the carnage around them then to Demetrius as he ducked into side rooms to make sure they were clear, “Something’s not right.” He stated, shaking his head, as he did so, he spotted just a hint of a shadow from the corner of his eye, heading toward a moderately concealed staircase for the basement, “Fuck!”

The mob boss took off after him, dumping his rifle in favour of his hand gun as he headed into the dark and damp underground area. The last time he’d been down here, he’d had to witness the filth Darko left Tabitha in during the early years before she trusted him, and again when he discovered she had been seeing someone behind his back. A shiver ran down his spine; if someone was heading this way, there was only one reason - Darko had another girl, be it one for resale or his own collection, his only option was to get to the goon before he got to the girl.

Jumping the last of the stairs, Hanibal landed on his feet, gun raised as he pulled the trigger three times, making sure the goon wasn’t about to get back up. Once he was sure he was dead, he approached the only door with a padlock on it, let out a fortifying sigh and shot off the lock to open the door and see a skinny scared, brunette little girl dressed in rags and pressing herself into the corner, hoping she wasn’t next, “It’s okay Sweetheart, we’re here to help you.” 

Val had decided against reloading, it took too long and he didn’t have time for that sort of shit. Instead he waited until his would be attackers were packed together close enough that a single shot from his shotgun took them out with maximum efficiency and when he ran out of ammo, he just switched guns. As they approached the top floor, Val didn’t have a chance to sweep his surroundings before he heard rather than saw Will take out his assailant. The Viking turned in time to see the goon die, his eyebrow raising just a little, “Remind me to never piss you off.” He muttered, nodding his head and moving toward the sound of Tabitha’s screams.

Nicolae raised his gun as he heard footsteps approaching, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw friendly faces for the first time in too long, “Thank fuck.” He started, turning his head as Tab let out another scream, “I tried to check on her but it’s locked and I don’t wanna make it worse by kicking it in.”

Weighing up his options, Val handed his gun over to Nic, took a breath and kicked the door so hard that it came off one of the hinges and hung precariously in the doorway. Taking a second to look at the scene, most of it stained red, he strode across the room to grip Tab’s wrist in his hand, arm moving slowly and cautiously around her shoulders as he whispered to her, “Tabby… It’s done, you did it. C’mon now, we gotta get you home.” 

The mention of home seemed to catch the female’s attention, long enough for her to stop fighting against the hand on her wrist and actually look at who had been hindering her thrusts. Upon seeing Val’s concerned face, Tab’s hand suddenly let go of the knife as though it had burned her. A moment later and she crumbled, her entire body slumping against Val’s as the last of her adrenaline was used up, leaving her unable to do anything but sob.

“It’s alright, I got you.” Val mumured, shedding his leather jacket to wrap it around Tab’s slight frame before picking her up as gently as he could, “Will’s got you too. He didn’t wanna be anywhere else, just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Demetri followed Hannibal, covering his back as he followed the man without question, Hannibal knew the area better than he did and he trusted him completely. His eyes widened as he turned around and took in the small child, “Well shit...” He muttered, looking down at himself and wincing, “Yeah... I know the covered in blood look ain’t exactly comforting but I promise we’re the good guys... kind of. Minus all the shootin’ people an’... yeah. I’m gonna stop talking.”

The little girl hesitated, eyes darting between the two new men uncertainly, “You’re... going to take me away?” She asked carefully, she had no idea if she could trust these men but she did know that she couldn’t trust the men she was with - the kid was smart enough to know to take the lesser of two evils.

Will froze as he took in the mess of the room, completely ignoring the flayed body of his father for the moment as he desperately blinked away flashbacks of decapitating Chilton. He cleared his head as quickly as was humanely possible and surged forwards, pressing soft kisses all over Tabitha’s face, “It’s okay.” He whispered softly, “I’m here... We’ll all here... We’re going home. I love you.”

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[happilyowned-graham]

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Hannibal turned to look at Will, his expression softening as he looked at him, pale and nervous, his head nodded before the sub had even finished asking to go with Val, “Of course. You know your training, your strengths and how to use them. Val will keep you safe.” He leaned over and pulled the curly haired male into a kiss before opening the door, “I love you too, I hope you know that.” He smiled, pulling his rifle from his shoulder, “Be safe.” He called before following after Demetri and Bjorn, while they were preoccupied, Hannibal kicked the art deco style glass and wood front door through, sending a spray of bullets into the foyer just a second ahead of him.

Watching as the group scattered from the van and the car, Val ran his hand through his hair and kept his eyes glued on Dem until he finally disappeared from view before turning his gaze to Will, “I think you chose the right person to be with. Downstairs is gonna be a blood bath.” He shrugged a little before placing a hand on the submissive’s shoulder, “Time to go. Stairs should be clear enough to make a start up them.”

The blonde slid from the car, first of his shotgun’s in hand as he rounded the front of the SUV and waited for Will to join him before heading toward the house.

The first gunshot sounded far away to Tabitha’s dissociating mind, she could have almost have imagined it. The second shot however had the redhead crashing back into full lucidity as Darko pulled out of her roughly. Staying in her position, Tab’s eyes followed the male as he crossed to the window, her hand inching under into the pillowcase where Nicolae had hidden a knife for her. 

As her fingers closed around the hilt, the almighty crash of the door going through followed by automatic rifle shots mask all noise she might have made as she stood up naked on the bed, using the mattress for extra leverage as she jumped from the bed onto Darko’s back, “Daddy’s home.” She hissed, plunging the blade into the soft flesh where his neck met his shoulder - not enough to kill him, not yet, but enough to give her advantage and that was all she needed. Using her body weight as leverage, she pulled the male crashing down onto the floor, righting her body so she straddled him, naked with a wild bloodlust in her eyes, “This is for every fucking second you kept me prisoner.” She spat, bring the blade down repeatedly on his chest, stomach, face, neck - anything she could reach. 

Darko gasped and gurgled on his blood, unable to believe that it had finally come to this and that Tabitha of all people was the one to take him down. He’d always believed that if someone was eventually going to manage it, it would be Hannibal, for daring to touch what was his.

Working herself into a raging frenzy as he pale skin turned from alabaster to crimson, and still she continued to stab Darko, long after he had stopped fighting, and even longer after his gurgled last words that didn’t even register, but she kept on stabbing, screaming all the while in Romanian for all the people she was doing this for, not just herself.

Demitri had lost count of how many men he’d killed - normally it was almost a game between himself and Valentin, they kept count and then tallied up at the end to see who was paying for dinner - but this was different, his mind was glazed over as he killed again and again. The last time he’d been in this estate he’d been a kid and he’d watched his father murdered, if he stopped to think about that too much it would break the fragile grasp he had on his sanity and he couldn’t risk that at that moment in time. 

Blood splattered his skin and soaked his clothes as he joined Hannibal, panting as he tasted copper, eyes wild, “We clear?” He asked quietly, the house had gone almost too silent and he didn’t trust it - not for a minute.

Will stuck close to Valentin as they scaled the stairs, always a few steps behind - he didn’t move to shoot, didn’t move to kill - he let the older man clear the path ahead. All was well until they reached the landing, Val was ahead and Will barely registered the blur of one of Darko’s men lunging towards his lover’s back, weapon drawn. There was no way that Val would move in time, no way that he had ever seen the assailant, for a split second Will thought he was about to watch the blonde killed - then his training kicked in. He launched himself forward with a sharp cry, faster than he thought humanely possible and threw himself onto the man’s back. The goon was twice the submissive’s side, but Will was much faster, and smarter. They rolled on the floor, Darko’s man finally pinned the sub, Machete to his throat but Will had already struck home with his own knife, puncturing the man’s lung easily and bringing his knees up to use all his weight to kick the huge man off himself, “Asshole.” He muttered, turning to face his lover, “You’re welcome... Mistress is this way... I can hear her.” Running purely on adrenaline the submissive slinked ahead of the Viking, taking the lead.