Serenity

39| I'll break her

Sawyer had seen everything. The shame twisted inside me. How could he ever look at me the same? I wasn't his Kamari anymore. I was broken.

But deep inside, past the fear and disgust, I knew one thing.

James hadn't broken me completely.

Not yet.
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𝐒𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫

I threw the glass across the room, watching it shatter into a thousand pieces against the wall.

The men around me flinched, but I didn't care.
Rage was coursing through me, turning my blood into fire.

Where the hell is she?

"Find her!" I shouted, my voice rough with desperation. "I don't care what it takes, find Kamari!"

Matteo was already scrambling, calling everyone he could. The entire mafia network was on high alert, but it wasn't enough.

Nothing was enough until I knew she was safe.

I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. The image of Kamari, crying, being taken right in front of me God, it was eating me alive.

I slammed my fist into the nearest wall, the pain shooting up my arm but doing nothing to calm the storm inside.

Suddenly, my laptop buzzed.

A message. A video message.

I stared at the screen, dread pooling in my stomach as I opened it. James' face appeared, smirking, with Kamari's pale and tear-streaked face in the background.

"Sawyer," James's voice drawled over the speaker, "I thought you might want to see what's happening to your little bella. She' quite the fighter, but don't worry I'll break her."

The moment the video started, I felt the ground shift beneath me. Kamari's terrified face filled the screen, her eyes wide, her body shaking. The sound of her choked sobs was enough to make my blood freeze. I gripped the edge of the laptop so hard my knuckles turned white.

James's sick voice echoed, taunting her, degrading her. My mind screamed to turn it off, but I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. Every second I watched felt like a punch to the gut, my heart pounding against my ribs.

I clenched my jaw, trying to hold it together, but then she screamed—a sound so raw, so broken, that it tore through me like a blade. The room started to spin. My vision blurred, my hands trembling.

I can't watch this.

My body acted on its own, slamming the laptop shut before I could take another breath.

If I didn't go on with this fucked up plan...this wouldn't have happened.

My chest was heaving, my heart racing so fast I thought I might pass out. I could still hear her cries in my head, like a haunting echo that wouldn't stop.

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, and I wiped them away with the back of my hand, angry at myself. I should've been there. I should've protected her.

But I couldn't even finish the video.

I couldn't save her.

And I didn't know if I'd ever get to her in time.

I clenched my fists, the weight of helplessness threatening to break me. My mind raced with every detail of the video her screams, the tears in her eyes, the bastard's twisted grin.

I couldn't let this go on. I won't let this go on.

I would stop till I have his fucking head and every part of his body he uses to cause her pain, I'll have it sent to his family.