Caius POV:

The air inside the abandoned warehouse was heavy with the scent of dust and blood. It was quiet now, the echoes of screams long faded, leaving behind only the faint metallic tang that clung to the cement walls.

I  stood in the center of the room, my shoulders relaxed, my stance casual. But my eyes were sharp, cold as the Russian winter, fixed on the metal door at the far end. I knew he was coming back. I had already listened to call recordings of Mark's Tomlinson and his boss Jermain Anderson.

I had listened to the calls between them , Clark had  hacked into their system and sent me all the information I needed . Eh likkle fucka coward undah style , wah weak likkle pussyhole. Mi smile as mi remebah how Jermain deal wid him pon eh call and how him bawl and a stamma bout how him aguh fix eh situation, well mi deh yah fi si him try.  Mi coudah lef him to Jermain and mek him kill him and then mi kill Jermain but, afta weh him do to Bria , him dead and a mi aguh deal wid him execution.

The door creaked, the sound of cautious footsteps breaking the silence. My mouth curved into a wicked smile, my fingers curling around the steel pipe resting at my sideRight on time. I had other weapons on me but, I had decided that it has been awhile since I last used my second favourite.

Mark Tomlinson stepped inside, his face pale, his eyes wide as he took in the scene. The bloodstains on the floor. The shattered chains. The remnants of his operation, torn apart. The police had already observed the scene and collected all the evidence they needed and I knew that despite that,  they wouldn't be able to put the pieces together because Mark Tomlinson had never physically interacted with the victims and whenever he had ,based on the videos I had seen, the victims were all blindfolded securely to ensure they would never be able to see him or reconized him in any way.

I stayed in the shadows, my presence hidden. I watched as he stumbled forward, his steps frantic, his breaths short and panicked. Searching for anything,  any clues , any signs that would help him figured out who had destroyed his operation.

A cold, cruel satisfaction coiled in my chest. The panic in his face was beautiful to watch and I could almost hear the thoughts going through his mind, his life was at stake and he was desperately trying to save himself,  fucking pussyhole.

His phone buzzed and his voice shook as he answered, “Jermain... mi deh a the warehouse, mi a try figa out a who responsible,  just gi mi likkle more time please".

My eyes gleamed, my fingers tightening around the pipe.  I could hear Jermain’s voice, faint but furious, shouting on the other end. Threats. Promises of blood. Good but, a mi aguh deal wid him eh right and proper way.

Mark turned, panic in his eyes.

" mi a search but, mi nuh find nuhun suh far but, mi aguh fix bredda ..."

I stepped out of the shadows from bdhind the wall I had been hiding my presence a dark silhouette against the dim light. " fix wah pussy?"

He spun around, his face draining of color. The phone slipped from his hand, clattering to the floor.

" who you? a you interfere inna wah nuh concern yuh ?"

I didn’t answer. I  didn’t need to. I crossed the room with deadly grace, my movements calculated, measured.

He took a step back, his legs shaking and I almost laugh at tye sight,  either dah man yah gyal or him a wah real weak piece a shit.

My eyes were cold, devoid of mercy. "Yuh try fi sell har ", my voice was low, deadly. "Yuh owna daughta ".

His face twisted in fear, his mouth opening to deny it. But I didn’t give him the chance. I moved swiftly, the steel pipe swinging with brutal precision.

A sickening crack echoed as the pipe connected with his arm. Bone shattered beneath the force, the limb bending at an unnatural angle.

He screamed , collapsing to his knees, his face contorted in agony. He cradled his broken arm, tears streaming down his cheeks. "P-Please... mi neva have nuh other choice , mi woudah dead if mi neva fucking dweet".

My lip curled in disgust. Pathetic.

"Suh yuh chose fi sell har instead?”

He sobbed, his shoulders shaking.

"She... she anuh mi daughta by blood mi just did a try fi save mislef ...."

My fury ignited, my eyes blazing with cold fire. "Wrong bloodclaat move yuh mek deh suh, she belong to mi ", my voice was dark, possessive, a low growl that echoed through the empty warehouse.

" yuh try fi save yuh fucking self ah sell my property? "

He looked up from where he was kneeling on the floor , his eyes wide with terror. "W-What... who... who yuh be ? Wah the fuck this affi do wid yuh?"

I  crouched down, my face inches from his,  my eyes piercing. I wanted him to see the death I had planned for him.

" mi a eh devil who walk inna yuh church and claim yuh daughta . And mi neva just claim har pussyhole, mi tek har soul".

I grabbed him by the throat, my grip unyielding. " yuh come back yahsuh fi find out a who fuck up yuh operation and a try save yuhslef but, yuh just walk inna yuh grave and trust mi when mi seh this, yuh aguh wish a Jermain did deal wid yuh execution".

His  body trembled, his breaths ragged. “P-Please... doh kill mi, mi have mi wife and mi daughta..." ,

My smile was cold, a merciless curve of my  lips. "Kill yuh?" I tilted my head, my eyes gleaming with dark amusement.

" how mi plan fi deal wid yuh , yuh aguh wish dead ".

I tightened  my grip, watching as his  face turned red, his eyes bulging.

" fus yah guh feel every ounce a pain she did feel , mi aguh mek yuh suffa, slow and brutal and yah guh beg fi yuh life" , I continued squeezing his throat fighting the urge to just snapped it and

his body went limp, his spirit shattered. I released him, watching him crumple to the floor, gasping for air.

I straightened, my expression cold, calculating.

" time fi yuh repent fi sins dem . God busy a handle fi him thing suh mi will handle this fi him" and I lifted the heavy  piece of steel and brought it down swift and hard,  cracking his temple and knocking him unconscious. Done wid that mi drag him body out to mi car and fling him inna eh trunk and just as mi lock it mi phone ring and mi si seh a Bria.

" deh pon mi way ", I said without waiting for her to say anything. She didn't need to.