Caius POV:

It has been over a 1 week now since Celine Bria's sister had disappeared and neither her nor her mother was taking it easy. Bria hardly ate or slept and every time that her phone rang she jumped probably expecting it to be the police calling with bad news and it really pained me to see her in such a state especially after she had just made the biggest achievement of her life.

I had my own men on the case working around the clock to find her especially Clark my best worker but, so far they hadn't found anything and the more days that passed the worse I felt and the more depressed and terrified Bria became because we both knew the hard truth was that , the longer she remained missing the more the possibility of us finding her alive became slim.

Wednesday night , the third day into the second week as I was leaving work , I got a call from Clark and what he told me had me racing for my car in the parking lot . He stated that he had been following a lead with Jermain Anderson who had supposedly disappeared off the planet 3 years prior because I had tried to find him after what had happened with Bria and her father so I could give him the same justice I had dealt out to Mark Tomlinson but, as if suspecting that the police and other people would be after him he had disappeared, went into hiding and we had lost his trail but, now Clark stated he was back but, operating under a different name and in a whole different parish , St.Mary to be exact.

Clark stated that he was leaving now and sent the location of where he was heading to my phone because he had a suspicion that Celine was there and I wanted to fucking cursed myself for having not tried harder to kill that fucking waste of human life and saved Bria all this heartache and pain.

I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white as my car tore through the now dark streets, trying to avoid the other vehicles on the road .

About five mintues into my driving I received another call from Clark stating that Felix one of my other workers had managed to hang into the server with the calls between Jermain and his new supplier a man by the name of Brandon Robinson and he sent the recording of the call to me and I listened my hands on the stearing tightening.

In the call , Brandon discussed with Jermain how he had a new girl for him and that this one wqs special and when Brandon mentioned her name and confirmed it was Celine , I heard Jermain chuckled on the other end and I knew he remembered about Bria and her father and had probably been plotting and waiting for this exact moment. I told Clark that I was on my way to the location and continued driving hoping for Bria's sake that her sister was still alive .

Celine. Bria's little sister. The girl who should've been safe, untouched by the world's darkness. But she wasn't and I was going to fix that, no matter the cost.

My car screeched to a halt half an hour later in front of the rundown building, shadows swallowing its edges, windows shattered, the air heavy with decay. Clark was waiting outside, his face pale, his gun ready. He was good at his job, sharp with technology and dangerous in the field. I trusted him. I had to. I would have alerted my connections that I had in the JDF and JCF but , I wanted to handle this alone before doing so. Mi did a plan fi kill eh fucking pussyhole fi put him hand pon har .

Clark's voice was low, steady, but I could see the tension in his jaw. "Three guards on the outside. At least four more inside. They're heavily armed" , he stated. Suh him up him security ?

"Doesn't matter", I growled, my eyes locked on the warehouse.

"We get Celine and wi fucking murdah eh whole a dem . None nah escape from yahsuh alive ".

Clark nodded, his grip tightening on his weapon. "You tek eh back , mi will deal wid who deh a eh front ".

I didn't respond, mybmind already focused, my body coiled tight, ready to strike. I moved quickly, my footsteps silent, mybgun held steady as I rounded the back of the building. The guard at the back entrance didn't see me coming, his body dropping with a single shot to the head. I didn't pause, didn't think. Just moved. One down.

I slipped inside, the air stale, heavy with dust. The building was dark, shadows twisting along the walls, but my eyes adjusted quickly, my senses sharp. I heard the muffled voices, the laughter. My blood boiled, rage twisting through me.

I rounded the corner, my gun raised just as a guard turned, his eyes widening in shock. I didn't hesitate, my finger pulling the trigger, the man's body crumpling to the ground but, the sound echoed, bouncing off the walls, and then the shouting started.

Gunfire erupted, bullets tearing through the air. I ducked, my back pressed against the wall as splinters exploded around me . I moved fast, my body low as I rounded the corner, my gun firing with precision, taking down two more men.

Clark was at the front, his own gun blazing, his body a shadow as he moved through the chaos but, there were too many of them. skilled shooters , highly trained. And they were ready. Fuck!

I heard Clark's shout, saw the flash of the bullet, and then Clark's body staggered, his gun falling from his hands . Time slowed, the air thick, and I watched as he dropped to his knees, blood pouring from his chest.

"CLARK!".

But there was no time, no chance to help. More gunfire. I felt the impact before the pain, my arm jerking back, blood splattering the wall then another shot, searing pain ripping through my leg, mybbody collapsing against the floor.

I gritted my teeth, my vision blurring but, I forced myself up , my fingers gripping my gun as I fired, my shots precise, lethal. I moved forward, dragging my injured leg behind me, my heart thundering.

Celine. I had to find Celine.

The building shook as I stumbled down the hallway, the walls echoing with gunfire. I killed them all, every man who stood in my way, my body moving on pure adrenaline, my vision tunneling. Blood dripped from my arm, my leg, my breath ragged, but I didn't stop.

I found her locked in a cell down lower into what appeared to be some sort of basement, her small body huddled in the corner, her eyes wide, terrified. "Celine!"

She looked up, her face pale, tears streaking her cheeks. "C-Caius?"

I took aim and shot the lock, the door swinging open. Pain shot through my leg as I stepped inside, my body swaying, but I reached out, my hand gripping her arm, pulling her to her feet. " yuh affi lef , now ".

She stumbled, her body weak, but I held her up, dragging her toward the window at the end of the hall. My vision was darkening, my body screaming, but I kept moving, kept pushing forward.

I smashed the window with my elbow, glass shattering, the cold air rushing in. I lifted Celine with effort , my muscles trembling, my vision dimming. The drop from the window was going to do a little damage maybe a twisted ankle or broken arm but, it was better than her being dead.

"Go. Run. Don't fucking stop until yuh find help Celine".

She looked at me fear and confusion twisting her face. "But... Caius...",

I shoved her through the window, my voice rough, unyielding. " Gwaan Celine".

She fell, her body rolling as she hit the ground outside, her face pale, her eyes wide. She hesitated, just for a second, and then she was up, running into the darkness.

I turned, my back hitting the wall, my body sliding to the floor. I was losing too much blood. My vision was swimming, the edges going dark.

The hallway was silent, the air heavy but, then I heard the footsteps, slow, measured. A shadow appeared, stepping out from the darkness.

Jermain Anderson.

The man's face twisted into a cold smile, his eyes gleaming as he looked down at Caius. "You really think yuh coudah save har?"

I gritted my teeth, my fingers tightening around the weapon but, my body was weak, my muscles shaking.

Jermain stepped closer, his movements slow, calculated. "You're a fool, Caius Romanov just like Bria fucking fada who think seh him coudah fuck wid mi and get weh scotch free just suh".

He pulled out a knife, the blade gleaming in the dim light.

" anuh you alone have hacker pussy and mi know things to . Think a now mi a plan fi yuh and eh one Mark Tomlinson but, yuh deal wid him a ready and now a time fi mi deal wid you , tek eh payment fi wah gwaan wid Bria couple years back. Yuh fuck up mi operation, mek mi lose how much bombohole client and have police and people a hunt mi dung pussyhole, dead yah guh fucking dead tonight ".

My lips twisted into a cold smile, my eyes locking with his.

" kill mi then pussy ".

I moved fast, mynarm shooting out, the gun firing. The bullet tore through his stomach, blood splattering the walls but, he didn't go down. His body staggered as he lunged forward and my vision went dark for a second duw to blood loss and by time it cleared it was too late as Jermain's knife plunging into my chest.

Pain exploded, white-hot, blinding.

I felt my heart twisted, my vision going dark but, I didn't let go , my fingers tightened on the trigger, my gun firing again, and Jermain's body jerked, his face twisting in pain.

The air was thick, heavy and then I smelled it. Gas. Leaking from somewhere inside the building and filling the room.

Jermain's body fell, his eyes wide, his mouth open. Dead.

My vision blurred, my chest burning, the knife still buried deep. I heard the crackle of flames, saw the sparks flickering through the darkness.

The explosion ripped through the air, fire swallowing the building, the walls shattering, the ground shaking.

And then... nothing.