#HeTouchedMe – Chapter Chapter 25 – The Devil is of ITS Out of His Cage #amwriting #amreading #sylLit

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 Author’s Notes…

Going through the motions and showing how volatile FT is becoming is difficult because I know I’ll have to make one decision for him.

I’m not the violent type of girl. Well, let me rephrase that. I don’t accept violence in my life. I try to nip it in the bud. From experience – being in a verbal and physically abusive relationship, I’ve found ways to nip that part in the bud. In a book, it’s less complicated in real life. I know in this book there is only ONE WAY to stop FT, and there needs to be a progression in returning Magnum to his position before the alcohol, before the insanity, and before he gave up on becoming his true self.

What took that away?

What led him to stop seeing himself?

This is his story arc. And it’s one that will come to the surface even if he finds his way to bring Zuri to hers.

I would also like to note that you will meet Jordyn Cytee from Betrayed. That’s an unfinished book, and it’s coming. So yeah. That happened.

How’s it going in your world as the reader? Do you like this arc? Does it work for you? Do you have a solution for FT? I’d love to hear what you have to say.

I added more questions at the end of this post that you could talk amongst your other readers that you’re going to invite. Or let me hear what you think in the comments.

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Chapter 25 – The Devil is Out of ITS Cage

The blood lust was immediately drained from him just as he was breaking his opponent’s jaw. The satisfying crunch of bone beneath his fist was a sharp contrast to the sudden clarity washing over him, each heartbeat echoing the tolls of a distant bell. Beads of sweat stung his eyes, a sour reminder of the heat that still simmered under his surface, demanding release.

The unofficial ref stepped between Magnum and his opponent, who lay out cold on the concrete. No longer thirsty to drive the demons out of his system because of the irritating heat in his chest, he ignored the ref kicking him out of the ring and left on his own.

Of course, everyone assumed he was drunk as hell, but it had been his most vicious fight, and Magnum knew why. He was wrestling with battles inside him that were more brutal than any fight he faced in the ring. It wasn’t just physical; it was mental, a tirade of doubt and a fear of repeating the same mistakes his family was known for. Every swing he took was not just against his opponent but against the chaos raging inside him—fueled by his past, burdened by his present, and haunted by a future he was desperate to shape. Magnum was fighting against becoming a reflection of what he feared most: a man incapable of change. This fight was different because he, for once, felt the sting of clarity cutting through the haze, making him question everything he knew about himself.

Her words. A chill descended over him, and he felt his fingers flex unconsciously as if squeezing some unseen truth between them. She had once said, “He brings out who you truly are,” words that echoed in his mind with an unsettling resonance. What did that mean? He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, a subtle restlessness revealing the turmoil within. Did she accept that? His brow furrowed, the question weighing on him like a leaden coat. That was an immediate red flag for any woman, wasn’t it? Yet she hadn’t run to her lawyer to break the contract. A puzzled look crossed his face, and he clenched his fists to steady himself, longing for answers.

Yet, she hadn’t run to her damn lawyer and broken the contract.

And he knew she wasn’t there for money. She needed his safety.

And he was sober as hell, but inside, a whirlwind of emotions made it hard for him to find peace. Zuri occupied his thoughts, a beacon of warmth amid the chaos. Instead of focusing on the violence that lingered in his fists and the venom in his heart, all he wanted was to lose himself in the comfort she represented. He imagined a moment where he could rest his head against her, hear the soft melody of her laughter filling the room, and feel her hand gently tracing the scar on his shoulder—a tangible solace against his turbulent life. He yearned for such a connection, but feared she would see through his turmoil and consider him unstable.

Was it wrong to want to drink her morning, noon, or night?

She wouldn’t allow it. She would shun him, but his thirst for liquor was little to none and was being replaced by something more potent.

By the time he reached the truck, his chest was burning, and he found his phone with only a pin.

Changing his clothes, he rushed over to see Lucas’ vehicle pulling away and his brother using the back of his hunting knife to beat the shit out of Zuri’s ex-fiancé. The doctor’s office was destroyed because FT had been throwing the lean man around like a sack of potatoes.

“That’s enough,” Magnum said in a low, calm tone.

FT immediately stopped mid-air and put his knife away, shoving Rodney away.

Rodney’s face was fucked up, but he was amazingly still standing, looking from Magnum to Rodney. “You’ll never have her,” he chortled through a crooked smile courtesy of FT. “She’s fucked up in the head! And her pussy is dry as shit, and she’s trash in bed! All she’s good for is that money her momma promised me.”

Magnum’s rage burst out of him, and for two minutes, he couldn’t stop himself from trying to drive his fist through Rodney’s chest.

FT pulled him off and dragged him out into the parking lot, leaving Rodney gasping for breath. “It’s my fucking job to kill them now, Mag. You’re supposed to clean up my shit.” Yet, FT was smirking.

They could hear the police in the distance.

“You got this?” FT asked with assurance, already walking away.

Magnum cursed, viciously fighting the urge to go back into the office and finish up what FT had started. Still, he pulled himself together and spoke to the police on the scene, and, of course, he let them know he’d bring Zuri to the police department tomorrow morning to discuss what had happened.

He was also informed that Brenda had been released on bail. The news hit him with a sense of foreboding, like a storm gathering at the edge of a clear sky. He suspected the mother had illegally used the house to secure it, a maneuver as reckless as it was desperate. He paused, letting the thought linger in the stillness, before sending word to the lawyer. With every assurance, they would take care of the piece of shit, and Magnum, leaving a blank check with the doctor, took off for his office, where Tyler said he’d instructed Lucas to go. His mind was on getting to Zuri, and when he walked into his office, he didn’t want to address the bodyguard.

Having Zuri alone again, Magnum found himself conflicted. He went to the bar to make himself a drink, but he didn’t want the liquor. The untouched glass remained a silent testament to his battle between control and chaos, its presence a reminder of the internal storm. Each glance he cast at the drink echoed his decision to resist the pull of old habits. He could have barked her out there, and he had a feeling she would have come, but he wanted to give her time. She’d been through a lot from last night to now, and his countenance might be overwhelming.

He could fully understand why his brother had been drawn to her. There was this innocence in her face, but behind it was this strong wickedness he wanted to draw out and soak in.

Everything inside of him wanted to dive into her and figure things out. Zuri was like a complicated code, full of unfamiliar errors, but the thought of deciphering them terrified him. It was only going to be four months, and every step towards understanding her would feel like walking a tightrope over a chasm of vulnerability. Opening up to her didn’t just mean sharing his life—it meant exposing the raw, unpolished parts of himself. He worried about the burden of his past mistakes and was haunted by the fear of being judged unworthy. It required sacrificing the armor he had long worn, leaving him defenseless and at risk of the very change he feared. This vulnerability was a weakness he detested, a weakness that fueled his brother’s anger and murderous rage. The struggle within Magnum was not just about understanding Zuri; it was about reckoning with his own resistance to change.

Magnum had made the offer to FT because, just as with code, if he knew an expert on something, he didn’t mind learning it faster rather than trying to figure it out himself.

Yet, he knew if he allowed FT to show him Zuri on old terms, his brother would take too much pleasure and too much control. Magnum needed to control the situation.

So when FT called him, Magnum knew that getting all the weapons off his brother would be advantageous. Yet, seeing Zuri look to him for approval made his shaft twitch harder than he’d ever felt before. Gawd, he wanted to snatch her back before she walked over to FT and do…

What?

All the shit the duke had talked about sounded good in theory, but the practice of it was difficult when his fingers had done nothing but break bones and rip body parts off people.

Yet she walked over confidently with the knowledge that Magnum would save her. She didn’t have to say it, but he knew that was the only reason she walked to FT, and Magnum loved seeing how his brother cut an almost murderous glare at him.

Just when Zuri got close to FT, his brother shot his hand out, turned her around, and yanked her body against him.

Magnum had to control his need to protect her, needing to make his brother think he was still conflicted, but every hour without alcohol, he found his mind clearer and more deadly. And he knew if he jumped over the desk, to drive his fist in his brother’s face, it might cause harm to Zuri between them.

She gasped, surprised by FT’s roughness, and Magnum could see she was caught off guard by his brother’s move.

FT wrapped his arm around her waist, and his other hand moved around her neck to hold her securely in place. “Look at her, Magnum. All this is because of her. Never thought you’d let a woman keep you from a proper drink.”

Magnum didn’t know why he felt self-conscious about his brother noticing he hadn’t tasted the liquor he had poured.

FT added, “But we can take out the weakness together. Get rid of what’s holding you back.”

Magnum was glad the desk was between them. His whole body was attuned to Zuri’s rapid heartbeat. FT was holding her a little too tightly, to her comfort and Magnum’s disapproval.

“That’s always been your goal.”

“It was our goal.”

Grounding his teeth, he looked from Zuri to his brother.

“Show her the real monster,” FT encouraged those fingers plying at Zuri’s neck as if itching to snuff the life from her body.

Zuri didn’t understand she was in the hands of a manic psychopath, but Magnum would protect her. Memories of a violent past where promises of safety were shattered lingered in his mind. The echo of helpless cries from a long-ago night reverberated in his thoughts, fueling his determination. He wouldn’t allow what happened last time to happen again.

“This man has broken bones, torn ligaments, and even ripped off ears, little queen,” FT said proudly. “Pull up your dress and welcome his touch, Zuri.”

She was too terrified to move.

Magnum looked above his brother’s head briefly to note the time, knowing he’d promise the lawyer she would be at the bank in time, which meant he had very little time to coddle FT’s insanity.

Yet, with Zuri between them, she could get hurt.

Removing his shirt because he didn’t want blood on it, Magnum listened to Zuri’s heart rate deepen. She was still between one hundred thirty and forty beats a minute, but the tachycardia had intensified. Her eyes were on him.

Damn, he needed to drink to control the monster caged in his soul. Magnum started to reach for the glass he’d left on the desk.

Zuri’s heart rate increased. Her eyes darted disapprovingly at the glass and then at him, and she was pleased that Magnum did not touch the drink.

“She doesn’t want you to drink that alcohol,” FT surmised. “She wants you to drink hers.”

And Magnum did, but…

Not in this state. Not when he could break her. And not when FT had full control of the situation. It was time for Magnum to take control, but he knew it was going to be a fight – a real fight.

“Pull your dress up, little queen,” FT encouraged her. “Show my big brother what you want him to drink.”

Aww damn! That dig at being the big brother had long been a bone of contention for FT, and the animosity in his tone clearly told Magnum that FT’s plan to fuck up his life was still on track.

Zuri’s finger plied her maxi dress up until she revealed those thick, beautiful, dark thighs, and the white underwear, starting to show remnants of her pre-arousal.

He licked the bottom inside of his mouth that had gone suddenly dry, thirsty as fuck.

But the time!

“Take what you want, like we used to, Magnum,” FT enticed.

Magnum could hear her heart rate increase with each step he took towards her, and he deliberately shoved his fingers between her legs. She gasped loudly and jumped, but FT held her firmly in place.

Her look of perplexity as Magnum snatched her to him, lifting her away from FT and behind him, almost brought humor to his eyes, but as quickly as he moved her, once his arm was free, he swung over and punched FT in the face.

“Zuri, grab your purse and leave the way you came. Your guard is in the parking lot. My brother and I have to speak about respecting your schedule,” Magnum growled at her without turning around, cracking his knuckles in preparation. “And take that small knife of his with you as protection.”

FT had fallen over the love seat, shocked that Magnum had not taken his lustful bait, wiping the blood that was seeping from his nose. As he stayed down the whole time, Zuri walked to the bathroom and then out of the odor, the snarl on his lips increasing a millimeter at a time, like a rabid wild dog realizing he was about to attack his master.

Magnum didn’t see Zuri’s face, but she was probably confused to the highest degree. There was no time to explain, but when he heard her close the office back door, the silence that followed was filled with tension. The quiet was broken only by the faint dripping of a leaky faucet in the corner, a steady rhythm contrasting against the chaos that had just unfolded. Magnum relaxed, knowing she was safe for now. Yet, the quiet drip seemed to mark the passage of time, each drop a reminder of the dread that continued to pulse through him.

“You think I’m going to make this shit easy for you?” FT sneered, jumping to his feet.

“I’m doing this for you,” Magnum said with reason.

FT cackled maniacally. “For me? Like you’re selling the company for me? I didn’t give you control to give it over to those greedy fuckers.”

Magnum knew his brother had figured out only part of his plans with the adopted side of the family. “I’m not doing what you think, and you know I wouldn’t give those pieces of shits anything. Don’t you worry about that. Just worry about the fact that I’m not going to let you control this situation with Zuri. If you’re helping me, then it’ll be under my terms. How I want it to go, otherwise we’ll end up driving her insane just like we’ve done before, FT.”

“What if my intentions are to hurt her? It doesn’t matter that you took my weapons. I could’ve ripped her throat out if I wanted to.”

Shrugging, Magnum stated, “You could have tried, but then you want your fingers, FT.” To make his brother think he’d let his guard down, he moved over to the desk and picked up the drink, partially turning his back to FT.

“You can’t handle her, Magnum. You know that. You can’t fucking have her because you carry the past like dead weight,” FT accused. “She needs a real man to fuck her. And you don’t know shit about that.”

“What is it, brother? You want to kill her or protect her?” Magnum questioned. “I know you can’t have her because all you think about is making sure no one knows who you really are.”

This was the line that got FT to lose it.

That was fine because Magnum needed to unleash more violence. Using the glass, as FT leaped over the loveseat to attack him, Magnum made a direct connection to the side of FT’s skull, shattering the glass into pieces.

FT stepped back and gathered himself.

Realization crossed his brother’s features, knowing he wasn’t dealing with a drunk Magnum.

No, this was the sober version of his big brother, and FT was about to fuck with the wrong negro at the wrong time, but Magnum knew his brother would not back down.

Not until they were dead.

***

Before the elevator doors closed, Zuri heard the sounds as if the whole building was about to come down on her. She was almost tempted to go back to the office and see if they were trying to kill each other.

There were knives on the desk, and then the liquor bottles could be used as weapons? Was she going to see Magnum again?

Zuri rushed out of the building even more dazed and confused than before. Maybe pitting brother against brother was a bad idea.

Just as Magnum said, Lucas was waiting in the car.

“Are you okay?” Lucas questioned when she jumped in, rattled.

“I think so,” she said, shivering.

Lucas drove away, and she faintly looked back to see if Magnum had come down out of the elevator to catch her. Perhaps he wanted to finish what FT started.

Disappointed seeing nothing, she turned back in her seat and pondered what had happened.

She surmised Magnum was always cleaning up his little brother’s mess.

What made Magnum cower in front of his brother? FT’s hold over him was like a shadow at noon, ever-present and inescapable. It embodied more than just family dynamics; it was a shared history, a trigger under constant tension. The grip of unresolved secrets and the weight of unspoken debts defined their bond, always ready to pull him back with just a glance. What sort of leverage did FT possess? The knowledge of past moments that Magnum longed to keep buried, leaving him exposed and under FT’s control.

He’d admitted his inexperience with women, but that couldn’t have been all of it.

When FT ordered her to raise her dress, Zuri felt her heart race, a mix of heat and nausea twisting her insides as FT’s command hung in the air. Her skin flushed hot, but not from desire; a molten anger simmered beneath her vulnerability, clashing with a resolve that gripped her mind like a vise. In that moment, she realized the deep injustice of her predicament, and without overt resistance, she acknowledged the flicker of agency that played across her consciousness, electrifying her senses with a searing clarity. The gravity of FT’s words settled over her like an oppressive fog, but she could feel the faint flicker of determination rising from within, nudging her toward a decision that was hers alone to make.

She tried to remember everything else that had happened, but her thoughts seemed to repeat over and over again what Magnum had done when he crossed the room and shoved his fingers between her legs.

Knowing she wasn’t ready, she wanted to scream, but when Magnum’s fingers parted to the side, going under her underwear, she knew he wasn’t trying to inflict pain on her. Rodney would have. He wouldn’t have cared that she wasn’t ready.

She trembled at the memory of feeling Rodney’s fingers digging in her snatch like he was trying really hard to make her wet, but all it did was hurt. And then he’d get the lube and coat his hands, a cold and clinical touch. In stark contrast, Magnum’s tentative warmth enveloped her, a gentle reminder of what touch could mean beyond pain. This juxtaposition sharpened her emotional realization, highlighting a truth she couldn’t ignore.

The artificial liquid never really did it for her, but it stopped her from focusing on the pain and tried to make the experience better for her.

With Magnum, she was there, mentally and emotionally, and not just physically. She was drawn into him to a place in her soul where she wanted to be, willingly.

You want this!

She gasped because that was FT’s voice in her head, and he was not who she wanted, but her body… She knew her body couldn’t tell the difference. Not because they were twins. There was something deeper, and she couldn’t figure it out. Her memory became fuzzy.

“We’re here,” Lucas announced. “Do you need a minute?”

Zuri had been so deep in thought that she had forgotten she had scheduled appointments. The vehicle was sitting in front of the bank, and she remembered she had to be here to open her father’s box – the box Rodney wanted access to. Now she would understand what was so important about the box.

Assuring the bodyguard, she said calmly, “I’m fine, but could you do me a favor and find out what’s going on with Rodney and my mother?”

“Do you really need to upset yourself like that?”

Taking a deep breath, she said, “I need to grow up, Lucas. I no longer shield myself from the bad things happening around me. And I think I can face what’s happening. I understand my mother is trying to hurt me for a couple of hundred dollars. I don’t know why. She’s still my mother, though, and I should know what’s happening.” Her mind was going back and forth.

“And Rodney?”
“I’m done with him, but I’d like to know if he’s dead or alive.”

Lucas said, “I’ll find out what I can.” He got out of the vehicle and walked around to the sidewalk to open her passenger-side door. “Text me when you’re ready to come out, and I’ll meet you by the door. “

“Thank you, Lucas,” she said appreciatively.

Getting out of the vehicle, Zuri confidently walked into the bank. The greeter immediately took her over to the bank’s interim manager.

Jordyn Cytee was a little younger than Zuri, with almost a baby face and expressive, direct brown eyes.

“When your lawyer called me up and discussed giving you access to the box, I was a bit jarred because we’ve been waiting on someone to come for that box for years,” Jordyn said, after verifying Zuri’s identification very thoroughly.

“Years?”

“Yes, it’s actually the holdup in doing reconstruction on the side of this old building,” the manager responded. Originally, this bank’s building was an underground financial institution. Lots of African Americans in Detroit had used the old alcohol storage from the prohibition era to build an underground bank and vault system. Since this bank is located near the former Black Bottom of Detroit and Paradise Valley, it was a perfect place. This box was gifted to your father’s family, and when his father passed away, no one knew who had the key. Those boxes aren’t recorded for privacy reasons. It was an unwritten rule, and only the person who had access could get through the door and into the box.” Jordyn handed her a dark green cloak, similar to her own. “So I can’t make you sign anything. The only thing I told the lawyer was that I needed to see your key and make sure you have the right to go down there.”

Zuri was grateful to Magun for reminding her to get her purse; she’d been so out of it that she would have left and forgotten everything.

Digging through her bag, she produced the slightly tarnished key and showed it to Jordyn.

The bank manager didn’t make an effort to touch it, but she looked it over closely. “Thank you for your patience in this matter. We’ve had lots of fakes come through. As I said, items in those boxes were worth millions of dollars, and some had been sitting in there for over a decade.”

“What’s the cloak for?” Zuri questioned.

“There’s construction dust around, and you might want to protect your clothes. Follow me, and I hope you have great thighs,” Jordyn instructed her and led her out of the cubicle down a long hallway to the back of the bank, where a guard stood.

He put a code into the door, and Jordyn swiped her employee badge. The door slid open to two sets of staircases. Jordyn took the older set down several floors. Zuri could see that the building was aging on each level until they reached the third.

“The elevator doesn’t go down this far anymore due to construction, and you’ll feel the real burn when you have to come up those steep stairs,” Jordyn warned.

The stairs stopped at a nine-foot-thick metal door with a very small hole in the middle.

“You said only one key gets in, but I only have a key to the box,” Zuri said disappointedly.

“Oh, the key fits in the door as well. This door was invented by my great-great-great-grandfather, Omaha Cytee. He studied under Linus Yale, Jr., who invented the modern pin tumbler. Lockpicking runs in my family,” she admitted with a flush. “I’m pretty proud of this door. You turn the key backward in the hole, then counterclockwise. You’ll hear a click, then press the key again. Turn it clockwise, and the door opens.”

Zuri was fascinated by the science of opening the door and followed Jordyn’s instructions.

Just as Jordyn said, the door clicked open for Zuri. Jordyn stepped away as Zuri swung the door open. Several motion lights came on inside the closet-type room. A smell of old wood and even older times permeated the air.

“We installed the motion lights when we initially had access to the room because it was usually lit by a lantern,” Jordyn explained.

“Are you coming in with me?”

Adamantly shaking her head, the manager said, “Only persons with a key are allowed to enter that room until all boxes are claimed and closed. Even though you are the last, I will not break the rules that were instilled in this institution. Trust is very important at this bank. Once you’ve removed your box, I can set the demolition for this side of the building, of course, after extensive pictures are taken. Take as long as you like. I’ll have a guard at the top of the stairs.” Jordyn handed her a walkie-talkie. When you’re done, if you need any help, you can call him down. There is a large pocket in the cloak for anything you want to keep, and you may take the cloak with you. That way, if you leave, no one needs to know what you took out. If you need to open another bank box at the new location, we can arrange it before you leave the bank. Your family’s account is still very much open.”

“My family?”

“Yes, your father’s account,” Jordyn said as if it were obvious.

Zuri frowned in confusion. “My lawyer never said anything about an account. Only about the box.”

“Well, I only work for the bank, and any account information is only given to people who are on the account. Your lawyer wasn’t. Yes, you are now the owner of what your father left. The bank box and the family’s bank account. His father passed it to him and not his wife, who had been trying to gain access to it for years through probate court, and then your mother had been trying as well once that woman passed away.”

“My mother knew of these accounts, also?”

“I don’t think your mother knew as much as your grandmother did because every court order she tried to get only summarized what could be here, not what was here, but I can only release information to the holder of the account or their official court-ordered proxy.”

Zuri looked back at the wall of old boxes and swallowed with dread. “Thank you for your trust, Ms. Cytee.”

“You’re most welcome. If you want to discuss the account, come back to my desk once you’re done here, Ms. Carter.”

Being left alone in the old room, Zuri checked the key number again. 42.

She walked up to the only unopened box in the room and put the key in the two-by-two-foot door. The box popped open, and Zuri had to pull it open like a file drawer to see what was inside.

Her heart raced as she laid eyes on what remained of her father’s legacy. The air felt charged, as if electrified by the weight of secrets long buried, just waiting to breathe life once more. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the contents, each second stretched into eternity, anticipation tightening like a taut bowstring. The soft whisper of the past seemed to caress her skin, promising revelations that could reshape her world. Something Zuri had no idea about. Perhaps this drawer held not just objects, but keys to the mysteries cloaked within her family’s shadowy history. Could these secrets finally help her leave the past behind and move on with her life, or would they drag her further into its depths?

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READER QUESTIONS MIGHT ASK:

Character motivation · What exactly drives FT’s obsession with Zuri and his antagonism toward Magnum?

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Backstory · What happened in the past between Magnum, FT, and Zuri that led to such high stakes and trauma?

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Zuri’s agency · How does Zuri truly feel about the violence and control around her, and will she assert herself more?

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Family secrets · What is inside the bank box, and how will it impact Zuri’s future and her relationship with her family?

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Mother’s motives · Why is Zuri’s mother so intent on hurting her for money, and what is her endgame?

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