The Invincibles-KTH FF (BOOK II)

-EIGHTY TWO-

That didn't stop my partner from coming up to me. "What was that about?" Beau asked, grabbing the file off his desk.

I wanted to trust him, but I didn't know if I could. "Nothing, the boss man was just laying one into me again for talking to the Kims."

"I told you." He sighed. "Just keep your head up, okay? Don't let it get to you."

"Yea, thanks. I'm going to head out." I didn't wait. Grabbing my keys, I left the station as more officers came in. Everyone had been working around the clock to find Mrs. Kim. It felt like there were more people searching for her than there were looking for the President's killer. If she had only listened to me. I had thought she was in on it, in whatever operation they had going. But she was nothing but another victim. So many casualties, all so they could make money—blood money. The moment I sat in my pickup, my phone rang and I already knew who it was.

"Hani."

"Hey," she whispered, "are you coming home soon?"

Sighing, I brushed my hair back, staring at the phone in my hand. "I'm sorry, the Captain's making us work late on the Kim case. I'm going to sleep at the station if I get a chance. It's crazy here."

"Yeah, of course. I'm just heading to bed. I just wanted to make sure. I love you."

"Yeah, goodnight. Lock the door," I replied before hanging up. I sat there for a moment then threw the phone against the dashboard.

"Fuck!" Even knowing I was wrong, I couldn't stop myself. I still drove to see her.

The city was bad, but there was no place that was worse than Downtown. The moment I crossed the bridge, all I could see were run-down apartments with boarded windows and stripped cars. If you left your car for too long, you wouldn't be able to find it when you needed to. I parked in front the liquor store before walking down to her apartment with my head held high. The men sitting on the stoops didn't bother with me. They knew I was a cop, but they also knew I had grown up here.

Apartment B-24. My childhood home, and even though my mother was gone, I couldn't just let it go.

"Coming, baby!" a voice yelled through the door after I knocked.

When she opened it, her red hair was dripping from the shower she must have just taken. She smiled at me. "Well, look who it is."

"I thought you got me the place so I ain't have to work so much."

"Good, cuz I feel like celebrating. I'm finally taking those fuckers down."

Her eyes widened as she opened the door from me. "Then let's celebrate, baby."

Part of me felt bad, but that was eclipsed by the thought of getting Kim.

Finally.

TAEHYUNG'S POV

I needed to see my son. I hated being away from him for so long. It had only been two hours, but a lot can happen in that short amount of time...like your wife could be kidnapped from her hospital room. I had to make it fucking clear that this was not the time for people to be plotting against me in restaurants. In fact, there was never a fucking time for that shit. Namjoon opened the door for me and the wind blew harshly around us. I knew he was ready to back me up, but I neither needed nor wanted him to.

"Joon, wait out back in case someone decides to run," I told him before walking in.

Just as I thought; the place was packed, and when I entered the hostess froze. She must have been the one who answered the phone earlier. Without a word, she pointed to the double doors that led to the kitchen.