TWO PART POV:

Mrs.Tomlinson POV:

I paced the length of the living room, my heart pounding harder with each passing minute. I dialed Bria’s phone again, only to be met with the same cold, empty voicemail. My hands trembled as I  ended the call , the weight of worry pressing down on my chest. Bria was gone, ,again. I needed to calm down .

I had called Mark and told him that she was missing but, he had waved away my concerned saying that he had sent her into town to collect a file from a  co worker and that she was probably on her way home by now but, that had been almost 2 hours ago and she still hadn't reached and I knew something was wrong .

The first time, she had been taken by her stalker. The memory of those terrifying days replayed in my mind like a haunting melody, and now, fear clawed at my insides. Could he have taken her again? Had he found her once more? Wah him coudah want suh wid mi daughta ?

But then, my eyes drifted to the door of Mark's office, and a chill ran through me . My fingers tingled as I recalled what I had found. The safe, hidden behind stacks of paperwork, had revealed more than I could have ever imagined.

A bloodstained shirt, the deep crimson smeared across the fabric like a sinister warning. Stacks of cash, bundled tightly as if prepared for something illegal. Multiple phones, each one identical, blank, and soulless.

A knot tightened in my throat. I had wanted to ask him about them but, fear had prevented me . Not just fear of him but, also fear for Celine and the fear of having my life as I knew it completely erased , I didn't think I would be able to handle the truth.

The front door creaked open, and my head snapped up. Mark stepped inside, loosening his tie, his expression blank. He looked normal, like the husband I had known for years but, now I  saw the mask he wore. My hands curled into fists. I wouldn’t wait another second, enough was enough. I marched toward him.

" weh she deh Mark?"  My voice trembled slightly but, I fixed my gaze on him, stubbornly refusing to move out of his way.

He blinked, caught off guard.

"Who?"

"Doh play  nuh game wid me, Mark" my voice rose, cracking under the pressure of my fear.

"Bria still nuh reach home yet and I’ve called her at least 12 times now and  she’s not answering".

His face twitched, just for a second.

But I  saw it, I saw the way his jaw tightened, the way his eyes shifted.

"And yuh think seh mi have  something fi do wid that ?" he asked, his tone careful, guarded.

" mi nuh know wah fi think nuh more Mark " , I felt the tears pricked my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

" mi just know seh eva since Celine did get sick, sumuh bout yuh change and maybe even before that and mi just neva did a tek eh time fi notice and  then I found ... mi find dem things  deh inna yuh safe".

His shoulders stiffened, eyes narrowing.

"Yuh guh inna mi office Sashana?"

I took a step closer, my gaze never leaving his. "yes mi find eh bloody shirt Mark and mi find the money. And those phones. Who yuh actually be Mark ? and which part Bria deh ?

His expression hardened, the mask slipping just a little. His eyes grew cold, calculating.

" suh yuh invade mi personal space and guh through mi things . Weh yuh think yuh know Sash? Why the fuck yuh think mi do sumuh to Bria ? excuse out a mi way" , he moved past me pushing me aside, heading toward his office.

I grabbed his arm, my nails digging into his suit jacket. "Yuh nuh get fi walk weh  from this. Not this time. Weh yuh involved inna? Weh yuh really a hide Mark?"

He stared at my hand on his arm, then lifted his gaze to meet mine. His voice dropped to a whisper, chilling and detached.

" leggo off a mi hand Sashana,  mi nuh wah do sumuh weh mi aguh regret".

My stomach turned to ice. For the first time, I realized I was looking at a stranger. The man I had known and  married for years was gone, had been gone but, I had been too caught up in my own life to actually noticed and maybe I had but, had tried to pretend for the sake of my marriage.

He pulled his arm free , walked to his office and shut the office door behind him after he entered , the lock clicking into place.

And I  was left standing alone, my heart shattered, fear wrapping around me like a cold, suffocating blanket.

Mr.Tomlinson POV:

My hands trembled as I clutched my phone, my heart pounding so violently I  thought it might crack my ribs. I  sat in my  office, the door locked . The air was stifling, heavy with fear. First my wife had found out about what I kept inside my safe and now she was asking questions but, I had a much more pressing situation that was going to cost me my life .

Jermain Anderson’s voice echoed in my ears, cold and lethal through the phone "Yuh promised me dah girl deh Mark. Yuh tell mi seh she aguh mek mi some serious money".

"Mi ... mi know".  My throat was dry, my words coming out as a raspy whisper.

" mi did have everything undah control Jermain".

A cold, mocking laugh came through the phone, sending a chill down my spine. “Undah control? Yuh last all fifteen a  them. Fifteen bloodclaat shipments weh did supposed to get delivered this mawning pussyhole and because a yuh incompetence, mi entire operation now undah  fucking police surveillance ".

I swallowed, my tongue heavy and useless. How had this happened? Everything had been planned so carefully. I had made sure Bria would be taken without a hitch. She was the perfect offering, the perfect way to repay the debt and avoid Jermain’s wrath.

But someone had intervened. Someone powerful enough to slaughter all his men and expose the warehouse to the police. But who? Who would go to such lengths to save Bria?

" mi nuh know a who responsible fi wah gwaan, mi nuh know how she managed fi escape or who kill eh man dem" I stammered, my palms slick with sweat.

"Mi nuh know who come fi har becauese eh security camera dem nuh have nuh footage a wah gwaan but, mi cah find out. Mi will deal wid it and mek it right".

Jermain’s voice dropped, cold and merciless. "Make it right? Yuh think this cah fixed just suh ediat ? Yuh fail mi Mark and yuh fuck up mi business.

Yuh cost me millions and now, yah fi guh pay eh price".

A cold wave of dread washed over me. I knew what that meant. Blood. Retribution. Not just my own life, but mh family’s as well. Sashana and Celine , mi mada and god know who else.

Panic seized my chest.

"Wait, wait, please! I-I can fix this. Mi will find har and mi will find out a who responsible fi everything wah gwaan and mi swear , mi aguh deal wid dem , just gi mi likkle more time!".

"Yuh run out a time", Jermain replied, his voice terrifyingly calm. "And fi yuh life anuh eh only one mi aguh tek pussyhole.  Yuh whole fucking family a get it, every single bloodclaat last one a dem, aguh show yuh nuh fi fuck wid mi".

The line went dead.

I stared at my phone, my heart thundering in my  chest. My body felt cold, my mind reeling. I was going to die.

Who had done this? Who had come for Bria? The girl was just an inconvenience, a necessary sacrifice. But someone had gone through the trouble of finding her, rescuing her, and tearing Jermain’s operation apart in the process.

I slammed my fist on the desk, my vision blurring with fury and fear. Who the hell would risk everything for that girl? Who was powerful enough to challenge Jermain’s network and come out victorious?

My thoughts raced, piecing together fragments of information. The precision, the brutality... it wasn’t random. Whoever had done this was a professional. Calculated. Ruthless.

My eyes widened as a chilling possibility crept into my mind. Could it be... her stalker? The man who had taken her once before? Had he come back for her?

My stomach churned, a sickening fear twisting my insides. If that was true, then this man was more dangerous than I had ever imagined. More powerful than any of Jermain’s enemies.

And now, I  was caught in the middle.

A knock at the office door made me jump, my heart leaping into my throat. Sashana's voice floated through the wood, trembling and broken.

"Mark open eh door , who yah talk to ? Please Mark wi need fi find Bria".

I squeezed my eyes shut, my hands trembling. I couldn’t tell her. She couldn’t know. Not about Bria. Not about the debt. Not about Jermain’s threat to kill us all.

I  was trapped. Cornered. And for the first time, I  felt truly helpless.

Because no matter which way I  turned, the walls were closing in. And my time was running out.