I Don't WANT You [ 𝑀𝑀 ]

Chapter 21 - Intense Content

There's no name for this kind of agony. No word savage enough.

Juan is crumpled on the concrete floor, his blood painting the cracks like it's trying to escape. It's everywhere. Spilling from him in slow, steady streams. Like time's running out and I'm fucking chained here, strapped to this chair like some caged animal, watching it happen.

I can't reach him. I can't even fucking crawl to him.

He's barely breathing. I can see it — his chest rising in these shallow, fragile gasps. Like his soul's already halfway gone, hovering above him, deciding whether or not to stay.

"Juan . . .", it comes out strangled. A broken sound from a man who's supposed to be feared. I'm supposed to be untouchable.

But none of that means shit when the only person I breathe for is bleeding out six feet from me and I can't do a goddamn thing.

This is my fault. Every drop. Every cut. Every fucking second I wasn't there.

They knew exactly how to destroy me. Not with bullets. Not with betrayal. But with him. He's not my boyfriend. That word's too soft. He's my soul. My fire. The only light I ever let in. And now that light is flickering out. Turning cold on a warehouse floor that smells like rust and death.

I want to die.

But first — I want to kill.

They made him bleed for loving me. For being mine. For softening something inside me that I didn't even know could be touched. He hated his scars. I worshipped them. Each one a story, a reason, a part of him I could love harder.

And now he added more. Deep ones. Cruel ones. He didn't just hurt him. He defiled him.

And me? He left me breathing, left me tied up, just to watch.

I scream until my throat hurts. But I don't care. I'd rip my own throat open if it meant I could reach him. Hold him. Tell him not to leave. That I'll kill the fucking world if he does.

Because this isn't heartbreak. This is obliteration.

I'm not going to forget this. I'm not going to recover.

When I get out of this chair, and I will, I'll find every last one of them. I'll burn their safehouses. Slaughter their friends. Carve his name into their flesh so they know exactly who ended them.

Because Juan isn't just my heart.

He's my goddamn reason.

And if they take him from me . . .

Then I'll take everything from them.

"I'll give you some time", Hugo sneers, his voice like rusted metal. "Maybe he'll bleed out before you're done crying. Who knows?"