[ complete ] 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 𝐅𝐅

83. Chase.

The city streets blurred past as our black SUVs tore through the night, engines roaring like beasts set free. The convoy ahead—Harland’s—was armored, well-coordinated, but I didn’t care. My eyes burned, my heart pounding with a mix of rage and desperate focus. Every second that passed without my children in my arms felt like a dagger twisting deeper into my chest.

“Jungkook, we’ve got four vehicles ahead,” Kian shouted, his voice barely audible over the roar of the engines. “Two of them are decoys, but the kids—your kids—they might not even be in this convoy!”

I gritted my teeth. “Then we find the real target. And when we do, I’ll tear every bastard in that convoy apart before they breathe again.”

Kian swallowed hard. “Boss, I need you calm—”

“Calm?” I roared, leaning out the passenger window, my black gloves gripping the wheel of my vehicle with white-knuckled force. “Calm gets my children killed! Calm is for men who haven’t been to hell yet. I’m past calm, Fletcher. I’m beyond it.”

I slammed the gas pedal. Tires screamed. Headlights reflected off the polished hoods of Harland’s convoy. I could see the children—the decoys—in the back of one of the SUVs. Two American kids, terrified, holding onto each other. My stomach dropped in a mix of relief and rage. Relief that they weren’t harmed yet, rage because they weren’t mine.

Kian leaned over, voice low and sharp. “They’re not your kids, Jungkook. But we can’t hesitate. Harland is fast, and those SUVs are reinforced. We need to split his convoy.”

I smirked, the kind of smile that made killers shiver. “Then we’ll split them. And when we do, every man in this convoy will regret crossing me.”

Bullets began to fly. Harland’s men were trying to shake us off. I swerved sharply, dodging a hail of gunfire, the air thick with smoke from our tires. Kian was leaning out of the window, a compact rifle in his hands, picking off guards with unerring precision.

“Faster!” I shouted, weaving through traffic. “Faster, faster!”

The two kids in the back SUV whimpered, ducking as our vehicles pulled alongside. I could see the terror in their eyes, and my chest twisted. If only those eyes belonged to Aarohi and Advait.

Kian yelled, “Boss, left flank! Two vehicles coming up!”

I jerked the wheel, sending our SUV skidding around a corner, tires screaming against asphalt. We slammed into one of the armored SUVs, sending it spinning into a lamp post. Sparks flew. Metal crunched.

“Keep going! Don’t let them regroup!” I yelled, voice raw. My heart pounded, a war drum in my chest. Every second brought me closer—but not close enough.

A helicopter suddenly appeared overhead, spotlight swinging wildly, illuminating the convoy. I ducked instinctively. “Damn it, they’ve got air support!”

Kian cursed. “Boss, the kids! They’re panicking!”

I slammed my fist into the dashboard. “I don’t give a damn about panicking! I give a damn about finding my children! We are getting through this!”

I slammed another SUV with perfect precision, sending it crashing into a concrete divider. The other guards scrambled, but I didn’t hesitate. I aimed for their tires—one, two, three. Explosions rocked the street, glass raining down like deadly confetti.

Kian leaned close, shouting over the chaos. “The kids—safe for now. They’re panicking, but—”

“Safe for now?” I barked, voice shaking with barely contained fury. “FUCK safe for now! My children aren’t in that car! Every second I waste here is a second they could be harmed!”