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A/N: Happy Wednesday my wonderful readers. So, as guys have gathered, Wo Fat's sold some lies and you're probably wondering why Rowan would believe any of them. So for everyone who was wondering what happened with Rowan and why Wo Fat did what he did, this is it, you're gonna see why he did it and how bad things were. Trigger warning for abuse and torture, and terrible things are gonna happen in the next few chapters. I'll put trigger warnings before the scene though so just you guys know when it's coming. Just so you know, we got two marathons coming up this month, are you guys excited?! Don't forget to leave me a review and I'll see you guys on Friday!

Chapter 214

A month ago

Juan Carlos came sliding into the room where the two men were talking about battle plans to take on Diego, a rival drug pusher that had been hitting Armando hard the last couple of months. He looked panicked but Wo Fat hadn't been concerned because the boy startled like a rabbit. Wo Fat assumed that whatever had him startled this time was something as trivial as all the other times and would be dealt with by his Uncle. However he came straight to Wo Fat.

"You need to see this," he said holding out his phone.

Wo Fat found himself surprised. Startled by the gesture, he looked at the phone in the kid's hand and then turned his eyes away from it, and back to the map as if it were a chess board and he was plotting his next move. He had no time for viral memes or whatever else the child was interested in.

"I'm busy."

"Not for this you're not," he said, he pressed play on a video and then shoved it into Wo Fat's face.

It was a simple video, a ransom video, addressed to him. Two men demanding for the return of Noshimuri's money and normally he wouldn't have cared but something about this was wrong. There were only two people he cared enough about for something like this to work. If it were Jian he would have heard by now and Rowan… Rowan was with Steven wasn't she? But when they were done spouting demands and moved away, he could see who was behind them. Who they thought was worth ransoming to him.

They had Rowan, strapped to a chair, mirrored in a position he once had Steven in. Her head was hanging low, she was soaking wet, but he didn't pitch to his feet until the cattle prod hit her skin and her scream broke from behind clenched teeth. His eyes bulged watching her body pitch and strain, his heart fractured at the sound of her screams but the anger rose at the laughter behind it.

Was this how she had felt knowing he had been torturing her Steven? If so he was doubly upset for doing that to her, but at that moment he couldn't be blinded by the echoes of this situation. He needed her the fuck out of that chair.

"When did you get this?" Wo Fat asked, taking the phone. The video was 15 minutes. Why so long? He paused the video but scrolled through watching the screenshots that popped up, water boarding peppered with what looked to be severe beatings and even more electrocutions.

"This morning. But they say it's been circulating for two days," he said. "They… they go on to say that you're not answering your phone... that for each day you ignore them it'll… it'll get worse."

Of course he wasn't answering his phone, he didn't have service. Wo Fat was already moving. "I need to go. I need to go now."

Armando, who had been at his shoulder, took the phone his nephew offered him, he pressed play and Rowan's haunting cries hit his ears again. No, no he couldn't listen to that. He left the bunker racing towards his car, any car, he needed to get on a plane, he needed to get Rowan. NOW.

He got service on his phone and called McGarrett, ignoring the flood of messages that came in. He got the first few syllables of: "McGarrett, it's me, it's an emergency," out of his mouth, before Steven told him to fuck off and hung up the phone. That was strange, why had he done that? It was then he turned his attention to the messages.

The one from Rowan saying that she was going to head to one of his safe houses because her and Steven had had an argument and she was pretty sure they had broken up. Dated three days ago. A message from Steven saying that Rowan and him were over and that if they came back to the island he'd arrest her. Dated two days ago.

But the worse was the message that started with Rowan's shaky voice begging him to answer, and ended with her screaming in agony as her captors tormented her for him to hear. To play over and over and over.

It was that last message. It was that one that took the normal, human Wo, and snapped him straight back into the sociopathic monster everyone knew and feared.

That message. That video.

They started it all. They started a war.

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*Trigger warning guys! Lots of violence in this next part!

A van drove up to the nondescript, typical warehouse-by the Tokyo bay building. Inside it was a small team of very dedicated, very angry men ready to storm the place for the person they were rescuing. A team that had been donated by Armando and had Wo Fat at the lead.

Determination was on his face. Anger didn't cover the emotion in his chest. He was nothing but pain wrapped in seething blackened rage. Raw and unaltered. That video burned in his mind, he had watched the 15 minutes in entirety so he'd know, so he could hold onto the rage, so he could catalogue the ways he was going to make them suffer. Those screams, her screams, echoed in his head, he couldn't stop seeing it, hearing it, and he wouldn't be calm until he had her out of that building and in his arms.

As they walked towards the buildings, they didn't bother to hide their guns. He ignored the shouts and cries of warning that erupted from the building as they were spotted. Wo Fat openly checked to make sure the magazine in his MPG was ready to go, switched the safety off, signaled to the small battalion of men that had come with him, pulled a grenade from his pocket, pulled the pin and then threw it through the doors.

Three floors below, Rowan pitched and screamed. She couldn't help it. Couldn't escape it. Punishment for escaping. Punishment for making a phone call to someone who wasn't Wo Fat. Punishment for trying to ask for help. A phone tilted on it's side, recording everything. Another video to send Wo Fat, to show him that it was getting worse, that it was his fault for not responding. And beside it was the gun. The one they were going to use and finish her off. He had waited too long, they had said. It was time to take out the garbage.

The electricity crackled and burned. She had twisted and bucked, something in her arm had snapped, she swore she heard a pop in her shoulder. Her whole left side had gone up in flames.

They withdrew the cattle prod and doused her in water again. Above them came the distinct sound of an explosion, far away but loud enough to be heard. Her abusers turned their eyes to the ceiling and Rowan started to laugh.

It couldn't have been Steve, she had just called him and he was too far away. But he easily could have sent someone. It easily could have been Wo Fat.

A second explosion went off followed by the easily distinguished rat-a-tat-tat of a very quickly firing gun. Wo Fat was fond of his MPGs. Then again so was Steve.

They slammed the door to her cell shut, locking it. They grabbed guns with shaking hands. Just two men alone against whatever was crawling its way towards them.

Rowan wanted them to suffer. Like she had. She couldn't do anything physically but she could do something else.

Shiver my timbers, shiver my soul, yo ho heave ho. There are men whose hearts are as black as coal, yo ho heave ho

He's come for me cross the ocean blue. A blood-thirsty psycho and a cut-throat crew. It's as dark a tale as was ever told, of the love of family and revenge served cold.

Shiver my timbers, shiver my sides, yo ho heave ho. His anger's as strong as the wind and tides, yo ho heave ho.

They stared at her eyes wide with horror as she sung Wo Fat's favourite songs. Each lyric changed to scare them. Each lyric meant to put the fear of God or Wo Fat into them.

The one in charge. The man she called Punchy turned on her. He cut off her words, punching her, each blow landing meant to hurt her. To damage her. Each hit cracked again her jaw, her shoulder, her stomach, her chest.

She cried out. She gasped for air. She struggled to breathe and when he was done, Rowan hung limply against the bonds of her chair, trying to regain her breath. The only sounds the ones of the war descending on them. Gunshots, bullets, screams. They were so loud she was certain they were right outside the door.

She laughed, forced herself to look back up to them and started singing again. This time louder, this time no longer singing but practically screaming it, this time with a look of utter insanity on her face. Both men backed away from her, horrified by what they saw.

Shiver my timbers, shiver my bones, yo ho heave ho. When he's done with you they won't hear your groans, yo ho heave ho.

You've made your choice and your bed is made, there's no turning back from this course you've laid. And when he sees what you've done to me, you can bet your boots there'll be treachery.

That was when the banging started. Pounding against the door. The sound of someone counting off and shoulders slamming into the door. It creaked under the strain but the door didn't give way.

Slappy, the nicer of her abusers, rushed forward to brace the door, pulling the chair to it and lodging it under the door handle. Punchy had backed away, a hand on Rowan's good shoulder a gun ready to aim at her head.

The explosion that blew the door of the handles knocked into Rowan, but she didn't tumble, it just jerked her against her bonds. It threw Slappy back, the man now missing a hand, his chest carved open, impaled by the debris of the door.

Punchy shot at the door where nothing but smoke was drifting in. He shot until he was almost out of bullets and then he peered into the shadows and smoke trying to discern movement. He coughed into the crook of his elbow.

"I'll kill her, I swear!" he called out to nothing. No one responded. No one came forward.

From her bowed head came a single and final sung line: Shiver my timbers, shiver my sails…

A gun pressed behind his ear. How someone had gotten in, how someone had gotten past him is surprising. A low, cold masculine voice whispered, in echoing to her song: "Dead men tell no tales."

And with a deafening bang it all went black.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Her head hung lowly. Her body was limp. He struggled to free her with shaking hands. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her breathing ran ragged. She was alive. Badly beaten. Face swollen. Left arm in an awkward angle, and she winced when he touched it. Burns littered her arms. She was damp to the touch. She was bleeding from her nose, from her mouth, from the cuts and welts and raging blistering burns on her arms and chest. He was angry. He was in agonizing anguish. It was nothing compared to what she had to be feeling.

He got her out of the chair, got her into his arms. Something rumbled against his chest and arms in time to each staggeringly shallow breath she was taking. He heard the gurgling from her lips as she struggled to breathe through the ash and the smoke and knew without a doctor's opinion that she must have water in her lungs. Probably from the hours of water boarding.

The dog tags…

It was her only request, her fingers digging into him, through the Kevlar he was wearing, scratching into his neck. She was looking for something real to cling to, and for in that moment it was him. The dogtags were Steven's, and they had emotional value. They were the last things she asked for before the pain took her consciousness away from her.

He looked around but didn't see the tags. A noise escaped Rowan and it frightened him. He realized he didn't have time to search for them. He stopped searching but he did take the phone that was left on the table. He could tell it was recording ad he wanted to see what was on it. Then he was taking Rowan out of that room. He and his team had made quick work of the warehouse. All levels of it. He had been clear before going in.

No survivors.

All involved. They needed to pay. And they had. Well… almost.

He emerged from the fires, his team was waiting for him by the van. Juan Carlos was on him first, he took one look at her face and swore.

He held her closer to his chest. It wasn't that bad, it just looked bad. He held onto that thought because it was what was keeping him calm, keeping him from turning into something even more monstrous then what he had already slipped back into since receiving that video.

He gave them the name of a Doctor. A man who owed him dearly. Too afraid to take her to Jian. Knowing that if Jian failed to save his sister's life he'd never forgive her, even if it wasn't her fault.

He left the others behind with an order, something they needed to make sure happened.

Burn it to the ground. Make sure no one comes out of that building alive. No. one.

And then he was gone. Crushing his sister to his chest. Relief had not hit him yet, fear was the primary emotion rolling around in his torso, it had a hold of his lungs, he could no longer breathe properly. Juan Carlos drove fast, and that sort of helped him cope.

Because if he lost his sister… if she didn't survive her injuries… not even god himself could save them from him.

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The mob doctor he had called in, Dr. Hinohara, had not been able to treat all her injuries, a secondary doctor had been brought in to drain the water from her lungs, to help him set her broken arm. Dōsan was a doctor that Wo Fat normally didn't trust, he had turned him in once to the cops, but for Rowan he was willing to give him a second chance. After dealing with the water in her lungs and that spiral fracture in her arm they had bandaged her burns, but they wouldn't be able to do anything to heal them, they'd scar no matter what they did. They then laid out a catalogue of wounds for him to take in.

Broken ribs, fractures in her skull under her eyes and around her orbital bones, spiral fracture in her right arm most likely from trying to escape her bonds, countless burns from different kinds of cattle prods, countless bruises from countless beatings, her lungs were more water then air and she officially had pneumonia. She had been starved, she was dehydrated, all her burns and minor scrapes were infected because she hadn't been given access to clean water and the conditions they were holding her in were disgusting.

He stood in that room above her listening to her death rattle, both eyes circled in purple, her nose red from bleeding, barely alive. He saw every inch of physical trauma living on her skin, but he knew it was the psychological trauma that would kill her, and he didn't know how to help her with it. All he saw was his innocent sister, who only tried to do good with her life, lying lifeless in a hospital bed.

And he couldn't bear to look at her.

He found himself outside her door shaking. The catalogue of injuries burned brightly behind his eyes, branding themselves into his brain. He'd never forget them, the bandages, the blood, her screams and cries. He thought when he saved her, when he had her safe and with him that he'd feel better. But relief never came to him, she was fine he kept repeating to himself. But it wasn't helping.

He was angry, enraged, that this had happened to her. So many warnings. So many people who knew what he'd do. Did they think he was bluffing? Did they think he wouldn't? His anger burned brighter than the fire that consumed the warehouse and without Rowan's soft voice to soothe him, Wo Fat found that he couldn't calm down.

Juan Carlos was beside him, he was covered in soot, and he too had suffered a flesh wound that Hinohara had just finished patching up. He had been taken right after Wo Fat had been patched up and briefed. He had his hands in his pockets as he stared at him.

"They said it was good news."

"Yes. She'll live."

"That's good. Then we got to her in time."

"Not before the electrocuted her, not before they snapped her forearm, and dislocated her shoulder. Not before they fractured the bones around her eyes, and broke her ribs. She's covered in dirt and cuts and burns, most of which are infected. She's malnourished, dehydrated and they drained a goddamn lake from her lungs."

"But she's going to be okay."

Her body may heal but would her mind? Wo Fat couldn't think about these things. He was so upset. Afraid for her, worried for her, scared for her. Livid with himself for not being there. Livid with McGarrett for not noticing she was gone. Beyond enraged with the people behind this.

"I uh… I got that intel you asked for. The intel you asked Uncle Mando to look up. He just sent it over," His voice was small and quiet. Like he didn't want to tell Wo Fat what was wrong. Wo turned his eyes to him, holding the glare until the younger man looked away and down to his shoes. "Her kidnapping was sanctioned by the Yakuza and executed by a guy named Waincroft. They wanted… they wanted…"

Noshimuri's money.

All of this over money he said he'd hand over? All of this over money that was never theirs to begin with, the kind of money they made in a month?

And in that moment, he became the something monstrous people feared him for. And he left his sister's side to make sure the monster rampaged as far away from her as possble.

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*Another Trigger warning guys! This is graphic and terrible, This contains sexual assault and brutal murder, avoid this part if that is something that will trigger you*

Riku Sato struggled against his bonds. Behind the door that lead to his bedroom he could hear his wife's crying. It's worse than the screaming when they dragged her in there and started… god he didn't even want to think about it.

In front of him were his children were bound and sobbing, each had a man behind them, holding them in place while he had two.

At his desk sat the man who was behind this whole operation, who lounged back with his feet on the desk listening to the sounds of the chaos he had created like it was a symphony. The man who, if Riku didn't think fast, was going to kill him and his family.

Wo Fat smiled down at him. "You look perturbed, something the matter, Riku?" Wo Fat asked

Yes there was something wrong. This man stormed his home, killed his guards, he had men holding him, his arms held outward their hands on his shoulder blades, one press to them and they'd dislocated. He was letting his men take turns raping his wife, and was threatening to kill his children. Yes, all of this was very wrong.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Why?" Wo Fat asked, standing up. "Why have I done this? Do you know what I just pulled out of a warehouse by the bay? Did you watch the video that circulated through my contacts before it reached me? Do you know the damage done, not just to her face but her body and her lungs? Do you know how loudly she screamed? And for what Sato? For what have you done this for? Money? Money that belonged to Shioma and not you?"

That bitch. It was all about Rowan. Sato had known that he'd freak out when he found out what they had done to Rowan. He had known that Wo Fat would want vengeance… but never had he thought Wo Fat would do this. Not when none of this was Sato's idea.

"You were warned, Sato," Wo Fat said leaning in close to him. Close enough that he could see the gleam of insanity in his eyes. "You tried to take my sister from me. You made me listen to her screams. So I'm going to take everything you love from you. I'm going to make you listen to their screams. I'm going to make you live with those noises echoing in your head, just like I'll have to. So you'll know what it's like to sit by helpless as someone you loves screams for you to save them."

"But she's not dead! You got her out of there! She's fine, I mean, she's a little battered but she's fine."

The latest man that had been on top of his wife came out of the room fixing his pants. Wo Fat stood to stare at him. "Everyone had a chance?" he asked them and they all nodded. "Alright, bring her out."

Riku was getting worried. Wo Fat didn't seem to be listening to reason. "Shall we take out the garbage?" he asked him.

"No! No don't. Wait. It wasn't all my idea. It was Gabriel. It was Gabriel Waincroft. He said they had a plan. Gabriel said he could get her to give us the money that, if we took her you'd do anything to get her back. I just gave him the space and the men to pull it off."

Wo Fat smiled at him. "I know. Don't worry, Sato, I did my research and Waincroft will get what's coming to him. But you had been warned, Sato, multiple times and yet you still gave them the permission and the order to go through with it… now didn't you?" he reminded him and yes, that was true but he didn't think that it deserved this level of retribution. "And you're gonna get what's coming to you too. Slit her throat."

Riku cried out, his wife managed to make a strangled sort of noise. She had been on her knees, her night gown ripped, her collarbones littered with marks, bruising, hickeys from men that weren't him. He was forced to watch as they peeled her head back and the knife slid across his wife's throat. Her scream cut off but his continued, blood sprayed across the room and himself. His children screamed, he screamed, he raged and swore but Wo Fat just smiled.

With a snap of his fingers his children were next, their cries and screams silenced as their throats were also cut. Ear to ear. And then they were dropped. He was surrounded by the flailing twitching bodies of his beloved family, forced to watch as the life drained out of them.

Riku sat there, screaming and sobbing. His children, his beautiful innocent children, his wonderful understanding, loyal wife, no one was safe from this maniac. He'd kill him, he'd kill Rowan, he'd make them both suffer much worse than what they had suffered these past four days.

"I warned you Sato. I told you, if you even so much as breathed in Rowan's direction I'd make you suffer," he said coming to stand in front of him. He leant down close to him to whisper: "Are you suffering yet?"

"I swear to God, Fat. I'm going to kill you. I don't care how long it's going to take but I'm going to get you and your stupid little sister too! You think the screams were bad then? You're going to listen to me rape her, you're going to listen to her beg for you to save her and when that's done I'm going to kill her in the most imaginable way possible and I'm going to make you watch."

Wo Fat took this all in, a sense of serene mocking calmness on his face. Sato wanted to hit him, he wanted to knock that stupid look off of his stupid face.

"Well we can't have that. Can we?" Wo Fat said, his back to him. If his men let him up he'd get a knife in his back. "Don't worry Sato. I'll end your suffering for you."

When he turned there was a gun in his hand. The silencer flush against his forehead. Riku shut his eyes, accepting his fate.

And then Wo Fat pulled the trigger.

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Her eyes opened, a pair of blue slits looking back at him. Wo Fat went from sitting back to perched on the edge of his chair. He had thoroughly washed the blood from his hands, the monster was thoroughly caged behind walls of worry and desperate fear. He still felt dirty, but the excitement of her consciousness so soon after getting rescued buried those feelings.

"Hey, hey, hey… how… how are you feeling?"

Rowan's head slowly turned away from him to the other side of the room. Her eyebrows crinkled in confusion.

Wo Fat put a hand to hers and she looked back at him. "Hey, it's okay. I got you… you're safe now…"

"Where's Steve?"

Yes, where was Steve? On his way. Other then the voicemails he had left on the app, other than picking up one of many calls to tell the man to fuck off when Wo Fat was too busy rescuing her, other the text Wo Fat had sent, he had hadn't a chance to connect with him yet. He was probably still on the plane.

"He's on his way. Are you okay?"

Rowan's eyebrows crinkled. "No."

Okay. Fair. "How did this happen Ro? I thought you were with him… How did he… how did he not know you were here? Four days Rowan, four days you were in that room, where was your McGarrett when you needed him?"

"He made me choose again. He said you or him… he said he'd marry Catherine if I didn't pick him."

"He said that to you?"

Well that explained the messages he received before she got kidnapped. Rowan nodded, the motion clearly painful for her. She closed her eyes, squeezed them shut against the pain and when she opened them again her eyes were a little wider, enough for Wo Fat to gage how high she was.

Fucking hella.

"I left. I went to the airport, the one that… that you said would always take me. I was gonna fly out to one of your safe houses until Steve smartened up… and they… they grabbed me… He must have thought… he must have thought I went to you…" her breathing hitched, she started to cry and the heart Wo Fat didn't think he had snapped in two again. She was in so much pain, she was so afraid, and he hadn't gotten her in time to save her from this. That anger in him doubled, he should have done more to Sato, he should have kept him alive so he could take this anger out on him.

But it explained how Steve didn't know. Steve thought Rowan was with him and he thought Rowan was with Steve. Rowan ended up being tortured in a basement for four days without either of them knowing.

He held her hand a little tighter. "It's okay… it's okay… I know… I know what they did and none of them can hurt you anymore. I promise you… I promise you…"

"I want to go home," she hiccupped. "I want Steve and I want to go home."

Wo Fat nodded. Of course she did, she always wanted Steve. "Yes… okay… I'll… I'll make sure he gets here, as soon as he lands, okay?"

A sleepy dreamy smile stretched over her face for a brief moment, like the promise of Steve in the future was more comforting then all the pain meds they had her on. She squeezed his hand tightly. "I love you," Rowan whispered to him, her eyes closing, clearly too tired to continue this conversation. He almost got his own, I love you out too but she continued talking. "I love you and I'm gonna miss you."

"Uhmm… miss me? Where am I going?" when Rowan didn't answer he shook her again. She groaned in pain but he didn't have time to feel guilty about that now, he'd feel guilty about it later. "What do you mean when you said you were going to miss me?"

Rowan narrowed her eyes at him, she shifted in her hospital bed and blinked her eyes at him. For a moment he thought she might fall asleep on him but she surprised him. "I love him, Wo. I love Steve so much… I don't… I don't want him to marry Catherine. I want him to marry me."

Oh god. No. She better not say it.

"I'm going to pick him."

THE FUCK SHE WAS.

"Just until I can get him over everything. I'm going to pick him and then when he calms down… I'll start calling you again. I promise."

Wo Fat stared at her, she smiled at him, soft and wistful like, before closing her eyes and falling asleep. He couldn't let her do this to them. If Steve got her, if he got her to stop talking to him, Wo would never get her back. And he couldn't trust Steve with her, look what happened to her when Wo Fat wasn't there to watch over her. Wo Fat and his network was the only thing keeping Rowan alive. McGarrett was essentially useless.

No… he couldn't let this happen.

With Rowan asleep again, Wo Fat carefully leant forward to grab her hand. He took his phone, opened up the app and then put her thumb onto imaging screen. Once it switched over into her side of the app, he left his chair and walked out of the room. He looked over all the options and then pulled up the one that he needed at that moment. With the function flashing on the screen, waiting for that confirmation, Wo Fat paused. He knew, once he pushed that button there would be no going back.

Confirm activation of Captain America Contingency Plan at DEFCON level.

He took in a sharp breath, steeling himself for what was going to be a completely different battle and then pressed confirm.