Vengeance Is Mine

chapter 3. BT21

"Hey, you little piece of shit."

Taehyung stood in the center of the warehouse, his white shirt perfectly tucked, brunette waves falling over his eyes. He looked more like a model than a killer, which made the heavy crack of his fist against the man's jaw even more jarring. His opponent hit the floor hard. Without missing a beat, Taehyung snatched the black case from the ground.

Instantly, the room clicked with the sound of fifteen safety catches being switched off. Barrels aimed squarely at his chest. Taehyung didn't flinch.

"Shit, shit, shit—Taehyung, you're dead!" a voice hissed in his earpiece. It was Jimin, perched somewhere in the rafters, but his warning was drowned out by the cold authority of Jungkook.

"Listen—it's fifteen against two," Jungkook whispered from behind a rusted van near the exit. "Priority is the case. Get to the car. Now."

Taehyung exhaled, his eyes scanning the circle of gunmen. In one fluid motion, he ripped a pistol from his ankle holster while grabbing the fallen leader by the collar, hauling him up as a human shield. He pressed the cold steel against the man's temple.

"Let us walk," Taehyung growled, his voice vibrating in the tense silence, "or he bleeds."

For a second, the world held its breath. Then, the captive jerked. He threw his weight back, knocking Taehyung off balance.

"Fire!"

The warehouse erupted. Taehyung rolled behind a concrete pillar as bullets chewed through the stone.

"Jungkook! The car!"

"I'm on it!" Jungkook roared, tires screaming as he swung the getaway vehicle around the corner. Taehyung lunged for the door, Jungkook providing cover fire with terrifying precision. But then—pop, pop. The tires shredded under a hail of lead. The car slumped, dead.

"Fuck!" they cursed together, diving behind the smoking shell of the vehicle. Nine men were still standing, closing the circle. They were out of ammo. Out of luck.

Then, a high-pitched scream of tires tore through the gunshots.

A white Porsche 911 Turbo S drifted into the lot, smashing through metal drums. The passenger window slid down. A steady hand emerged, firing two silent, lethal shots. Two men dropped. The Porsche lurched forward, sliding sideways to create a barrier between the boys and the gang.

"Hop in," a cold, feminine voice commanded from the driver's seat.

Taehyung and Jungkook froze.

"You want to die here?!" the voice snapped.

That broke the spell. Jungkook ripped the front door open; Taehyung dived into the back. As they pulled away, the driver's hand flicked out the window one last time, dropping another gunman without even looking.

The silence in the car was heavy. Jungkook turned to thank their savior, but the words died in his throat.

It was a girl. All black clothes, dark hair hitting her shoulders, hands gripping the wheel with white knuckles. She looked barely older than them, but her eyes were like flint.

"Who—"

Clang. A bullet bounced off the rear armor. Three SUVs were screaming behind them.

"Not my car, you bastards," the girl hissed. She hit a button, rolling the windows down. "Shoot. Now."

Taehyung and Jungkook leaned out, emptying their spare mags. They blew a tire on the lead SUV, but the other two kept coming, gaining ground.

"We're dry!" Taehyung yelled over the wind. "No ammo!"