DÉJÀ VU

8| Worst Mistake✭

Kairo Kyzier Mullings|18

The screen was blurry at first, but as the video played, everything became clear—too clear.

It was Xanai, standing at the edge of a dark street, her face pale under the streetlights. She looked shaken, terrified. Her hands were trembling, barely holding onto something—wait, no—someone. There was a man next to her, some unknown figure in a hoodie, dragging her toward a car parked on the side of the road.

My blood froze. Who the fuck was that?

I stared at the screen, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had prepared for police pressure, but this? This was a whole different kind of threat.

As the video continued, Xanai's lips moved like she was talking, pleading, but no sound came from the phone. The bastard had muted the video, probably to hide whatever threats he was throwing at her. I feel my heart rate pick up—rage boiling my insides. The way she clutched her arms around herself, vulnerable and scared... I knew something was wrong.

"Where the fuck is this?!" I snapped, looking up at the officer who handed me the phone.

He shrugged, looking just as clueless. "It was sent to the precinct half an hour ago. Anonymous. We don't know who or where this is from. We were hoping you might."

I felt the temperature in the room drop. An anonymous threat? This wasn't random—this was about me. Someone wanted leverage. They knew dragging Xanai into this would hit me where it hurt most. Mi feel mi fists tighten till mi nails dig into mi palms.

But mi couldn't lose it. Mi had to think. Had to act fast.

Mi stood up abruptly, pacing in the small holding room. "Yow, unnu cya track the location of where that video come from?"

The officer shook his head. "Not from the video itself. Whoever sent it covered their tracks well."

I cursed under my breath. Mi mind racing. Was this a setup? A warning?

I hissed, and was about to give back the phone, but stopped as another video came in. My brows furrowed, and I clicked on it.

Xanai was lying on the ground now. Her clothes... gone. Her skin was smeared in blood, trembling uncontrollably, her face streaked with tears. She was shaking, crying, her chest rising and falling like she could barely breathe.

There was a message attached to the video. Mi felt mi vision blur for a second, pure anger washing over mi.

"Har pussy good too enuh. Shame she affi dead."

Mi couldn't breathe. The world around me collapsed.

Mi stared at the screen, mi body frozen, fists clenched so tight mi knuckles turned white. Whoever sent this... they were already dead in mi eyes.