Taken by the Mafia ✧⁠*⁠。

Episode 35

The battle had reached its climax. Jeff stood face to face with Boss, their fight nearing its end as both men were bloodied and bruised. Jeff’s resolve remained unshaken. With a final surge of energy, he kicked Boss hard onto the ground, causing a sickening thud as Boss slumped down. Jeff took a step forward, his expression cold as he raised his gun.

"Go to hell, Boss," Jeff said through gritted teeth, his voice low and filled with finality. "Tell Zee I say hi."

Without hesitation, Jeff pulled the trigger. The bullet struck Boss in the chest, and he collapsed lifeless to the ground. Jeff breathed heavily, his eyes lingering on the body for just a second before he turned and headed towards the others. There was no time to rest—there were still enemies to fight.

Pond and Phuwin were locked in a fierce battle with Est’s, Fort’s, and Boss’s workers, fighting alongside their own team. Gunfire echoed in the air, bodies hit the ground, and the fight showed no sign of slowing. Jeff rushed to join Bible, who was now fighting Est hand-to-hand. Est was strong, but Bible held his own, exchanging brutal blows with the enemy leader.

Jeff saw his moment. He moved swiftly behind Est, delivering a sneak attack, striking him hard in the back. Est stumbled but regained his footing, sneering at the two men now circling him.

"Two on one?" Est mocked, his voice dripping with disdain. "You guys are pathetic."

Bible wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes cold. "We don’t need fair odds to finish you."

And then the fight began again, Jeff and Bible working in tandem. Est was relentless, his strikes powerful and precise, but Bible and Jeff were experienced fighters, their movements coordinated. Every punch and kick was met with counterattacks, the sound of fists hitting flesh echoing around them. Est grunted in pain but refused to fall, pushing himself to fight harder.

Meanwhile, Perth had finally reached the car. Santa sat inside, still shaken, his face pale and his body wrapped in Perth’s jacket. As Perth turned to leave, Santa’s hand shot out, grabbing his wrist.

"Phi Perth, don’t go," Santa pleaded, his voice weak but filled with desperation. His eyes were full of fear, not just for himself but for Perth.

Perth turned back, his gaze softening as he knelt beside Santa. He cupped Santa’s face, their foreheads touching. "I’ll be back, alright? I promise."

Santa’s eyes filled with tears, but he nodded. Before he left, Perth kissed Santa deeply, trying to convey all his love and reassurance in that moment. He broke the kiss and smiled softly at Santa. "Stay here. I’ll come back for you."

Santa nodded again, but his heart was heavy with worry as he watched Perth disappear back into the chaos.

Perth rejoined the fight, his body still aching but his mind focused. He spotted Jeff and Bible fighting Est, while Pond, Phuwin, and the rest of their workers were engaged in a deadly battle with Est's, fort's and boss's remaining men. Perth moved quickly, pulling out his gun and firing at the enemy workers. One by one, they fell, his precision and focus unmatched. Blood splattered the ground, and bodies crumpled as the fight raged on.

Est was tiring. His fight with Jeff and Bible had drained him, his strikes becoming slower and less calculated. Bible landed a hard punch to Est’s side, but Est retaliated by kicking Bible in the chest, sending him crashing to the ground. Before Jeff could react, Est kicked him too, knocking him down. As Jeff groaned in pain, Est reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun.

Perth saw it all unfold in slow motion. Est aimed the gun directly at Jeff, his finger tightening on the trigger. Without thinking, Perth sprinted toward them, his heart pounding in his chest. Just as Est was about to fire, Perth threw himself in front of Jeff, taking the bullet meant for him.