Crimson Park

Chapter 32

          CP: we're in the casino on Sheffield [10:24 AM]

          JK: 10-4 [10:24 AM]

You clicked send then deleted the message before you slipped your phone back into your pocket. It was the day of the raid. Minho was clever to barricade himself behind a large population of civilians in one of the casinos. It would make it impossible for a SWAT team to raid and take him by surprise. No one was getting to Minho unless he instructed.

"You seem nervous, Y/N," Minho said to you, and you entered the board room and took your seat next to him.

"I don't like it. A million things could go wrong. Are you sure you want to challenge the police this way?"

"What Dongnam failed to do was to let the do-good-ers run rampant. That's how he ended up behind bars. That, and you, of course."

Your blood ran cold as he said it. Your mind instantly began to run wild with the possibilities that Minho knew what you were up to.

You looked up at him through narrowed eyes and flashed him a devious smile. "Well, don't piss me off and we won't have a problem," you laced your words with arrogance. Minho was amused by your boldness. He then leaned in close to you and placed his hand over your thigh.

"We should celebrate when this is all over," he gravelled. "I'll be sure not to piss you off - unless of course under some conditions you'd like that?" You bit your tongue to prevent yourself from gagging as you shot him a sultry look.

"I'm not sure if you're ready for that, sir. "

He smiled then looked back up to the room. "Are the monitors up?"

"Yes, sir," said one of the technicians. He flicked the screens to life. Your palms began to sweat as the monitors came into clear view. Any moment now and the raid would begin. Everything looked as if it was going according to plan. Minho's diversions were walking the floor of the warehouse, pretending to work but in reality, were armed and ready, as were the cavalry located in the adjacent buildings. Everything looked in place, all you could do now was pray that Namjoon kept his part of the deal.

Time passed, and the hit never came. It had been about one hour, and Minho was becoming increasingly irritable. He checked his phone often and as far as you could tell was not getting a response. Then suddenly, the flash and sound of gunfire was heard through the monitors, although it was taking place off camera. It had begun.

"What the fuck?!" Minho yelled. "What the fuck is going on?"

"I don't know!" hollered back one of the other men in the room. "They aren't where they're supposed to be!"

Another man held his ear. He must've been getting a transmission from the scene.

"SWAT has targeted our firepower. There's been a leak!" he said.

Minho jumped on his phone and dialled a number - you assumed he was calling Namjoon.

"What the fuck is going on?" he yelled into the receiver. You couldn't hear the exchange, but you could tell by Minho's face that he wasn't getting the answers he wanted.

"I hope you said goodbye to your fucking family this morning!"

He hung up the phone then made another call. "Take the wife and kids, now!"

You watched again as Minho's face flushed in dissatisfaction. He must've been learning that his thugs lost the tail.

"Fuck!" he screamed again. "Find them, now!"

The fire fight continued. Every few minutes reports came in that another cavalry had been taken into custody or was downed. Each call was a weight off your shoulders, but at the same time did nothing but increase your anxiety.