Amahle and Jey thought they had overcome the worst of their challenges of their relationship. Their love, forged in the fires of adversity, seemed unbreakable.
But, as they settle on their new paths they both try to tackle, unforeseen obstacles beg...
Warning: This chapter includes some violence (JUSTICE)... Reader's discretion is advised
Hey my babies!
I know this is dropping earlier than expected. I had time to work and proof-read this for yall. Right on time!
I hope yall enjoy. And, please...
Excuse any typos or misspellings.
Thanks for reading.
~CHARMED
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JEY|
The road blurred beneath me as I tore through the night, my knuckles white as I gripped the wheel. I couldn't shake the image—the way Amahle looked in that damn photo. Blood covering her face, her eyes empty. I didn't know who sent it, didn't know where they were hiding her, but none of that mattered. All I knew was that she was alone, and she was hurt, and I wasn't there.
The message burned in my mind. "Ain't she pretty? This is the last time you'll ever see her."
Every word was another knife twisting in my gut. The last time. They wanted me to remember it, wanted to cut me down from the inside. They wanted me broken, too. But all they did was set something loose I couldn't control.
The engine growled as I floored the pedal, my body acting on its own. I didn't hear Dwayne, didn't see anyone in my way; all I saw was that image. I'd made her a promise, a real one, to be there for her no matter what. And they took my baby away. They thought they could hide her from me? They thought I'd let this shit go?
The car hit eighty, then ninety, the lines on the road blurring into one solid streak. My mind was back with her, replaying every moment I'd spent with Amahle—the way she'd laugh when I cracked a dumb joke, the way she'd always tease me for something, anything, just to get a rise out of me. That spirit, that fire...they were trying to break her, but I knew her better than that. She was fighting right now, wherever she was. She was holding on for me.
