Unbreakable (Killer X OC)

Chapter 34 Peanut 🫦⚠️

**Chapter 34: Peanut**

As Cytherea uttered her final word, she gripped Kamilla's ankle tightly, feeling the rough texture of her skin, preventing her from moving. Moments later, Wire, a tall figure with a rugged appearance, crashed through the window of Kamilla's bedroom, shards of glass scattering across the floor. Kamilla attempted to lift the knife she was holding, but a bullet fired from the shattered window knocked it from her hand, the blade clattering against the wooden floor. Wire charged at the now defenseless Kamilla, his broad shoulders and powerful build toppling her and pinning her down with his trident pressed against her neck and his boot on her bare chest.

Heat burst into the room, his tall, lean frame breaking down the bedroom door, and rushed to Cytherea's side. He carefully lifted her arms, noticing the bruises forming on her wrists from the handcuffs, and assisted her in sitting up. Slowly, he stood and moved her to Kamilla's bed, its dark sheets contrasting with Cytherea's pale skin. She sat down and instinctively pulled her legs to her chest for some modesty, her heart racing as she tried to regain her breath. As Cytherea took a moment to collect herself, a series of curses and grunts could be heard from the broken window as Gig, a massive man with a broad chest and thick arms, struggled to squeeze through with his larger build.

Gig's heart raced as he fought to enter the room, a mix of anxiety and anger surging through him. He could hear Cytherea's voice, and the thought of her in danger ignited a protective instinct deep within him. As he finally managed to break through the window, he felt a wave of relief wash over him, but it was quickly overshadowed by the sight of Cytherea in distress. His emotions churned-fear for her safety, frustration at his own inability to get there sooner, and a fierce determination to protect her at all costs.

She glanced at the man who was having a hard time and asked playfully, "Are you alright, big guy?" Gig placed both hands on the window sill, his fingers digging into the wood, and further broke it apart to squeeze inside. As he stumbled into the now-packed bedroom, he scanned the room with his intense gaze and saw Cytherea sitting on the bed with Heat next to her. Without hesitation, Gig rushed toward her, his heavy footsteps thudding against the floor, and leaped into the air with his arms outstretched for a hug.

But as he approached, a wave of doubt washed over him, crashing against his resolve like a relentless tide. What if he was too late? What if he couldn't protect her? Heat quickly extended a hand to stop the 300-pound man from overwhelming their already injured crewmate, his muscles tensed and ready for a confrontation. Gig froze for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest like a war drum, torn between the urge to comfort Cytherea and the paralyzing fear of causing her more pain. The emotional disruption left him momentarily paralyzed, grappling with the weight of his feelings and the urgency of the situation, as if time itself had slowed to a crawl.

Cytherea chuckled softly, a sound that was both soothing and heartbreaking, as Gig collapsed to the floor next to the bed. His chin rested against her leg, a fragile connection that felt both comforting and desperate, as he looked up at her with a sorrowful expression, tears almost spilling from his eyes like a dam ready to break. He whimpered, "Are you okay, Cyth? We heard you screaming and crying through the transponder snail. We knew she was hurting you, but Wire wouldn't let me come and save you." She smiled warmly at him, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of relief and affection. "I'm perfectly fine, Big Guy. Remember, this was all part of the plan. I knew you guys were close, so I was never really in danger. I just needed her to let her guard down so she would tell me what we needed to know. I promise, Big Guy, I'm okay; I've been through a lot worse."

Despite her reassurances, the large man still had tears threatening to fall, and his lips were quivering, betraying the turmoil within him. Cytherea softly reached out and placed her hand on his head, her touch gentle and reassuring. She tried to gently pat his head, but let out a small involuntary squeak, a sound that startled her. She yanked her hand back and cradled it against her bare chest, a protective gesture that made Gig jump back a little, his instincts kicking in. After taking a deep breath to steady himself, he reached out toward her slowly and carefully, as if approaching a frightened animal. He whispered, "Cyth, just let me see it, please," his voice laced with concern, and he took her hand with a tenderness that spoke volumes.