Deadly Attack.

**Isabella**

I sat on the plush chair in the luxurious Diamond restaurant, pretending to enjoy my lunch. I had ordered a salad with some grilled chicken, but I couldn't bring myself to touch it. My mind was in a different place entirely. I was constantly on the lookout for Ian, scanning the room nervously.

I knew that if Dean, my fucking watchdog who stood beside me, caught sight of Ian, it would be trouble. He would tell Razor, and Ian and I would be in hot soup. Plus, Razor had warned me to stay away from my ex, or any man for that matter.

But I was grateful that Dean was the one here with me and not my brute of a husband. Earlier this morning, he had gotten a call about a shipment arriving in the country and had to leave. Being a man of his word, according to him, he allowed me to go out and enjoy myself at the Diamond restaurant, of course, not without assigning me a personal watchdog in Dean. Just great!

I moved my fork around my salad, trying to look like I was eating and not searching the room. I stole a glance towards the entrance, but it was just the hostess greeting another customer.

I tried to stay calm and keep my eyes focused on my plate, but my nerves were freaking getting the best of me. I couldn't concentrate on anything except finding Ian. I knew I shouldn't be doing this. But I couldn't take it anymore; Razor scared the shit out of me, and I wanted out of this prison of a marriage. Imagine being controlled and ordered around 24/7; this life isn't for me. I long to make my own decisions, go to the club at night, and just enjoy life in general without having to worry about a fucking sore ass.

Ian is the only one I can think of who could help me, and I also wanted him to tell me how he met his wolf. I was dying of curiosity. He should be here soon; he promised he'd come at noontime.

Suddenly, I saw him. Ian was sitting in the far corner of the room, his eyes locked on mine before I tore my gaze away from him immediately. I knew I had to play it cool. I couldn't show any emotion, or Dean would suspect something. Ian was wearing a bright blue blazer jacket with black pants, his dark hair combed back.

Fuck! What should I do now? I quickly turned my head away from him, pretending to be interested in the art on the wall beside me. My heart was racing, and my palms were sweating. I could feel Dean's eyes on me, watching my every move just as his damn boss had ordered.

I have to fucking act fast. I signaled Ian with my eyes to meet me in the female restroom, just as we had planned. I took a deep breath, finished my salad, and stood up, casually adjusting my beautiful blue dress.

"I'll be right back, Dean," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'm heading to the restroom."

Dean's eyes narrowed a bit as he nodded. "Alright, Luna, I'll escort you then."

I pointed at the glass of red wine on the table, "And leave my drink out here in the open?" My eyes rolled as I flicked strands of golden hair from my face, making sure to keep a straight face. "It's just the female restroom; I'll be back in no time."

"Yeah yeah, but this restaurant is in our territory; believe me, no one will dare mess with your drink," he protested, refusing to give in probably because of Razor's stern warning about not letting me out of his sight.

Arrgh! I breathed slowly, pushing down the anger that's been building up within me before locking eyes with annoying ass Dean. "Is that how you want to take care of me? Watch me? Do you believe that no one will try to poison my drink?" He was about to say something, but I shushed him with a hand raise. "And no, I'm not buying another drink. Razor will not take it kindly if I spend his damn money carelessly."

Dean sighed deeply, using his hands to ruffle his blonde hair before nodding. "Alright, don't take too long. If you see any suspicious movement, just call me, please."

I smiled to myself in triumph. "Of course. Now, if you'll excuse me."

As I walked past Ian's table, I couldn't resist stealing a glance at him. He was smirking at me, knowing that I was risking everything just to see him.

I quickly walked towards the restroom, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't wait to arrive there and be alone with Ian. But at the same time, I knew that I was playing with fire, and if Razor found out, I would be in trouble.

After a few seconds, the restroom door swung open, my eyes instinctively falling on a black pair of shoes before they settled on Ian's piercing blue eyes.

"Thank goodness you're here," I hurried towards his side, making sure that the door was shut properly. "Are you sure the blonde guy didn't see you?"

"No, I was discreet, but Isa, what's going on? You're acting so strange," Ian's fine brows knitted together in a frown. "It's because of Alpha Razor, right? I know you're married to him, Isa."

My lips parted in slight surprise, unable to utter a word before I felt my mind screaming at me. "I don't have much time, Ian, you have got to help me get away from Razor. Ian, please help," I pleaded, feeling my lashes water with tears.

"Isa, calm down, please," he leaned closer, but my legs moved backward, causing his face to wrinkle a bit.

"You can't get too close, or he'll catch your fucking scent on my body," I explained, eyes roaming around nervously.

"Alright, I'll help you, but you have to hang in there. Can you do that for me, Isa?" His soft eyes met my worried ones, and I nodded solemnly with hope swelling within me. "Just go back home and keep acting as you've been doing."

"But how are you going to help me?" I wondered aloud.

"Trust me, okay, I have my ways, and when it's time, I promise, I'll contact you and tell you what to do," he stretched his arm aiming for my hand, but I took a step back cautiously. "Oh, sorry, I forgot."

"It's alright," I chuckled, staring into his alluring eyes. "I have to leave now before my freaking watchdog notices something."

He threw his head back in a full-body laugh before locking eyes with me in a tender gaze. "Then, I'll leave first." I nodded as he took quick steps, reaching for the doorknob, and he opened the door before leaving.

I finished washing my hands in the restroom; Dean must have been a little worried by now. As I reached for the door and opened it, I suddenly saw a man in dark shades standing outside. He looked menacing, and I didn't know what to do. Fear took over me. Where the hell is Dean when I need him? Maybe I was overthinking this.

Just as I was about to close the door, I heard the sound of a gunshot. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. I have to get out of here quickly. I slammed the door, and before I had a chance to run, Dean appeared out of nowhere and pulled me away just as the man behind me fired at us this time.

I could hear the commotion outside; people were screaming, and I knew that we were under attack. Dean swiftly retrieved his gun from his pants, his movements fluid and calculated. He returned fire, putting an end to the man's life. The deafening echoes of the gunshots reverberated through the air, adding to the chaos and panic that now consumed the restaurant.

As we got inside the main restaurant, more men surfaced, guns blazing. Dean instinctively positioned himself between me and the attackers, fiercely protecting me as he effortlessly switched between hand-to-hand combat and precise shots with his gun. He was incredibly skilled as he fought off the bastards, eliminating them one by one.

Reaching the parking lot, Dean expertly guided me towards the car, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any lurking threats. The adrenaline coursing through my veins heightened my senses, raising my awareness of our surroundings. I could hear the screech of tires as Dean swiftly started the engine, the car roaring to life. We sped away, leaving the danger behind.

As the car zoomed down the road, I sat beside Dean, my heart still racing, sweat dripping down my face, still trembling with a mix of fear and relief.

"What the fuck was that?" I couldn't believe what had just happened, and the reality of how close I had come to death hit me. Dean was still focused and alert, his eyes scanning the environment for any signs of danger.

Once we were safely away, Dean turned to me. "Are you okay, Luna?"

I nodded, still in shock. "Thank you, Dean."

Dean's gaze met mine briefly before returning to the road ahead. "I messed up big time."

"But who were those people?"

"It's the damn Dead Man mafia, Damon's men," he sneered angrily, hitting the steering wheel hard. "I'm in deep trouble; the boss is going to fucking kill me. I shouldn't have left you alone."

Now, why would the fucking mafia want me dead? I don't even know Damon or whatever. All the more reason I have to get out of this place. I just hope Ian is alright. I freaking pray he left the restaurant safely.

I drew a heavy sigh, the weight of guilt settling in my stomach, as I studied Dean's trembling fingers on the steering wheel. "It's all my fault; just tell Razor I insisted you stay behind."

"Dare make excuses to my Alpha?" He gave a bitter laugh. "I don't have a death wish."

I slumped back in the seat, feeling my anxiety rise. Dean was worried about Razor's reaction, and honestly, I was in the same position. What excuse do I give to Razor now? He had told me not to go anywhere without Dean. I have to find a way to save me and Dean's ass.