Chapter 32: 𝐂𝐡.𝟑𝟎 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭

𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚

I clenched fist slammed against the bars of the cell, my eyes filled with a burning intensity as I reached for her.

I voice dropped to a deep rumble, filled with protective possessiveness.

"I couldn't stand seeing her locked up like this, innocent and vulnerable. It was wrong. Wrong! She didn't belong in here. She was mine, and I was damn well going to get her out."

My eyes never leave hers, I  gaze burning with unbridled passion.

I reache through the bars, my fingers longing to touch her, to hold her and comfort her.

"I don't care what anyone says," I  growled.

"She's not staying here. Not a second longer. I can't stand the thought of her spending one more night in this place. I'll do whatever it takes to set her free."

My hand wraps tightly around the bars of the cell, my knuckles white with the force of my grip.

My voice is filled with determination and possessiveness.

"I won't rest until she's out of here," i said, his voice low and filled with a dangerous edge.

"I'll tear down every obstacle, break any law, and fight anyone who stands in my way. She doesn't belong in here. She's mine, and I'm not letting anyone keep her locked up like some caged bird."

My gaze flicked over to the officers who had gathered around the cell, watching the scene unfold.

I glared at them with a mixture of anger and defiance.

"And none of you will stop me," I  warned, my voice a low rumble.

"She's innocent. And I won't let you keep her here just because some damn paperwork says so."

I noticed that the officers exchanged nervous glances, clearly intimidated by my intensity and determination.

One of the officers stepped forward, his voice shaky but determined.

"You can't just break her out," he protested.

"She's under arrest. There are procedures, legal channels..."

My fixed the officer with a cold, unwavering glare. My voice was low and intense.

"Those channels can burn," I  said.

"I won't wait for them to work. I won't wait for red tape and bureaucracy to free her. She's leaving here now, with or without your permission."

I clenched my jaw, the realization hitting him that her father was behind the false charges.

It only added fuel to my anger. How dare her father try to control her like that?

"Damn him," i growled.

"It was her father, wasn't it? He's trying to control her, use this as a way to get her back under his thumb."

My frustration boiled over. I slammed my fist against the cell bars again, the sound echoing through the room.

I looked at the officers with a fiery intensity, my voice low and deadly.

"I've had enough," i said.

"You're going to let her out right now, or I'll take matters into my own hands."

I stepped closer to the cell bars, my body practically shaking with the intensity of my emotions.

As i looked at her, sitting there in the cell, a wave of protectiveness washed over me.

She looked so small, so vulnerable, and it only heightened his determination to set her free.

I reached out through the bars again, my hand grasping for hers.

"Don't worry," I  whispered, his voice low despite the officers around him.

"I'll get you out of here. I promise."

As she got up and approached the cell bars, my eyes widened, heart pounding.

Despite the obstacles between them, I  longed to touch her, to hold her, to protect her from everything that had happened.

I reached through the bars again, my hand grasping for hers.

The touch was brief, my fingers barely skimming hers, but it was enough to send a pang of longing through me.

"Just a little longer," he said. "I'll get you out of here, no matter what it takes."

The sight of her miserable state only fueled my anger even more.

Her eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks tear-stained, and her entire demeanor was one of exhaustion and despair.

I wanted to break every bone in her father's body for reducing her to this.

"Damn it," i muttered under his breath.

"What did he do to you? What pain did he put you through?"

My heart ached as i saw her struggling to hold back her emotions.

I longed to comfort her, to ease her pain, but the damn cell bars were separating us, keeping him from holding her in my arms.

I reached out through the bars again, my fingers gently grasping her chin and tilting her head up to meet my gaze.

She looked up but didn't meet his eyes but rather the space behind him.

I could see the pain and fear in her eyes, and it made my chest ache with the need to protect her.

But she wouldn't look at me, her gaze fixed on the space behind me.

I gently tightened my grip on her chin, his voice soft but firm.

"Look at me," I ordered. "I need to see your face."

Finally looked at him "h-he de-umm denied t--uhh help me"

I saw the pleading look in her eyes and my heart broke a little more.

I knew what she was trying to say without the words leaving her mouth. Her father had denied her help, left her to suffer.

My jaw clenched tightly, my fingers still on her chin as my grip tightened slightly.

"Damn him," i muttered through clenched teeth.

"What kind of father denies his own daughter help when she's in trouble?"

"Pwes get me out"

I nodded firmly, my gaze filled with determination.

"I will," I promised.

"I won't leave you here a moment longer."

I turned my attention back to the officers, who stood watching the scene with apprehensive expressions.

"You heard her," I  said, his voice cold and authoritative. "Release her. Now."

The officers exchanged nervous glances before finally moving to unlock the cell door.

As the cell door swung open, I stepped forward, my gaze never leaving hers.

I gently pulled her out of the cell, my arms instinctively encircling around her slender frame.

I could feel her trembling slightly against me, the tension and fear radiating off her body.

I held her close, one arm around her waist while my other hand rubbed soothing circles along her back.

I held her firmly in my arms, my fingers tracing soft, reassuring patterns along her back.

Her head rested against my chest, the steady rhythm of my heartbeat providing a faint sense of comfort.

I voice was low and soothing as i spoke into her ear, my breath sending a shiver down her spine.

"You're safe now," I whispered. "I've got you. No one's going to hurt you again."

"I was scared" stutter

I pulled her even closer, my arms tightening around her in a protective embrace.

Her small, fragile frame fitted perfectly against my larger, stronger one, and it only heightened my determination to keep her safe and protected.

My voice was low and soothing as I responded to her admission of fear.

"I know," I whispered.

"I know you were scared. But you don't have to be anymore. I won't let anyone hurt you again."

"Take me" whispered against his chest.

My heart skipped a beat at her whispered words, my body responding instantly to her quiet plea.

I wrapped my arms tighter around her, my grip firm and possessive.

I could feel her breath on my chest, the soft puffs of air sending a shiver down my spine. My voice was low and deep as i responded.

"Yes," I said. "I'll take you. I'll take you far away from here, somewhere safe and out of reach from the people who've hurt you."