Caius POV:

She wanted to know why I had kissed her . Of course she did but, it was a mistake that shouldn't have happened so I wasn't going to offer an explanation. I don't do affection, it was a sign of weakness and if you aren't careful, you could be easily manipulated.

She was here for one purpose only. So I could break her , replaced that light and purity that I saw inside her with darkness and pain and I wasn't going to get distracted from that goal . Once I had achieved that , then I would do whatever I saw fit except get intimate with her but, I couldn't ignore that foreign feeling of confliction that I had felt when I saw her broken and shaking.

I went into my study, deciding that even though I already had Bria , I would still review the surveillance cameras footages to see what was happening inside her house plus it gave me an added advantage with her parents.

Of course since there daughter was missing I knew that they would be communicating with the police in trying to find her and though I had ensured to cover my tracks carefully, it didn't hurt to listened in on their conversation because I needed to be one step ahead at all times .

I had contacts in the JDF as well as the JCF,  important and powerful persons who owed me favours and not just here in Jamaica so if it came to it , I would have the investigation into Bria's disappearance stopped immediately but,  for now I would just watch.

I sat down in the swivel chair and started to review the footages on the hidden cameras and within an hour I had found out more than I had bargain for . First Bria's male caretaker , because let's face it , he wasn't her biological father so I only saw them as her caretakers.

He was acting highly suspicious , like he was hiding something and even though it was none of my business what he was involved in , I figured it couldn't hurt if I found out because I could use it for my own personal use, maybe to show Bria that her female caretaker wasn't the only hypocrite and liar in her life .

I sent his name over to Clark and asked him to do some research along with the rest of the tech team and provided me with all the information they found and I continued to watch the footage.

"We’re doing everything we can to find your daughter, Mr. Tomlinson," the officer assured on camera and I listened intently.

Mr. Tomlinson exhaled sharply. His demeanor was off, too controlled, too unaffected. When his wife let out a choked sob, he barely reacted.

I tilted my head, blue eyes narrowing. Sumuh nuh right. Dah man yah nuh look half as concerned as him wife at all.

Mi si how people react when people weh dem related to or close wid guh missing but , dah man yah? Him looked… inconvenienced, like him woulda rather deh somwheh else and even though mi know seh Bria anuh him biological daughta,  fi a man who supposed to a tek care a har fi 18 years , him nuh look even eh slitest bit concerned bout har safety.

It was a small detail, but I knew better than to ignore small details.

My fingers danced over the keyboard, pulling up the audio file Clark had just sent back to me . It was a compilation of flagged phone calls and texts traced back to Mr. Tomlinson.

I played the first one.

A distorted male voice crackled through the speakers.

"Another shipment will be ready soon. Usual arrangements?"

Mr. Tomlinson’s voice followed, calm, businesslike.

"Make sure they’re cleaned up this time. No bruises. The buyers prefer them untouched."

I froze, the footage on screen forgotten at the moment.

A slow smirk curled on my lips, but there was no amusement behind it.

I clicked open the second file , bank statements.

A series of deposits, hundreds of thousands of dollars, funneled through multiple offshore accounts. Clark had already traced them back to known trafficking rings operating out of Jamaica, Haiti, and Mexico. Wah the actual rawce a gwaan?

The final file contained footage from a dockside warehouse.

I  watched as Mr. Tomlinson stepped out of a black SUV, greeted by three men dragging a young girl from the back of a dark blue probox that looked like it operated as a taxi . The girl  was barely conscious, her face slack with sedation.

"Tek har inside," Mr. Tomlinson instructed.

I  let out a low, humorless chuckle.

So that was it. Bria’s father wasn’t just involved, he was the orchestrator. The one running the show. Suh him traffic women ? Fuck,  him shoudah neva mek mi find out.

I  exhaled slowly, my jaw tightening. My initial obsession with Bria had been about breaking her, twisting her light into darkness. But now?

Now, this was personal. I didn't condone rape , especially when it comes to women , even Ivan knew that because the first time he had attempted to involved trafficking into the Romanov operations, I had single handedly massacred over 20 of his allies that had agreed with him and put a stop on the operation immediately.

I reached for my phone, dialing Clark.

The line barely rang before he answered.

"I assume you saw everything sir ?"

My voice was dangerously smooth. Cold, lethal, amused.

"Find out where he’s keeping them. Every warehouse, every holding facility. I want it all."

A pause. Then Clark’s voice came through, steady.

"Understood. What’s the next move?"

My eyes went back to the footage still playing on the computer screen.

"Dah pussy yah aguh meet Satan" , I replied and ended the call. I resumed the footage and then found out the second thing. Bria's sister was rushed to the hospital and it didn't take me long to figure out why. Base on my medical knowledge and the symptoms I heard her explaining to her mother and the fact that she had collapsed , Celine had kidney failure.  Fuck!

Now I had to make a choice . Though I wanted to keep Bria to myself , to enjoy breaking her,  I couldn't keep her away from her sister , not if it meant that she would die because I enjoyed inflicting pain but, Bria Tomlinson was beginning to change that and I had to let her go.

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