𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

54

Drugging my wife is not something I ever thought I would have to do, but it's a necessary evil. 

She needs to rest, and I need to keep Ian far away from her.

Finding her on the ground, bleeding and bruised, almost made me kill Max right there, but I couldn't. 

I had to focus on her. 

I had to take her home, hold her in my arms. 

I had to make sure she was calm, safe—clean.

Clean from that motherfucker's hands on her.

I thought about what I'd do to him—each step, every excruciating moment—while I held my wife in the tub and washed her. 

Her scent was the only thing keeping me from completely losing control. 

I didn't lie to her when I said we had work to do. 

I met up with Jimin and Tae—Max's story is that Mr.kim sent him to get Y/n, to bring her to him, to "keep her safe." 

I didn't believe that shit for a second.

I had the syringe that fucker dropped in the bathroom tested. 

When Yeonjun came to give me the results, I could tell from the fury in his eyes that it wasn't just a sedative.

Potassium fucking chloride.

That bastard was going to kill my wife. 

The taste of rage is venom in my mouth. 

I nearly crushed the report in Yeonjun's hands when I snatched it from him.

Max dies tonight.

Mr.kim has a meeting with the Americans at the dock the day after tomorrow, and we'll be there. 

Lee Ran figured out that a code word 'Kingdom' will be used that night. 

The second that word is sent, we rush them.  

We take them all down.

Tae is setting up his snipers. Everything is handled.

No one comes for my family and gets away with it.

After finalizing our plans, I had Eunwoo and Yeonjun bring me Max. 

They strapped him to the bolted chair in the basement, in the space, my brother likes to call the "Guy's Night" room.

Ian hasn't killed in that room for a long time. But I want the man who dared to touch my wife dead—on my turf, by my hands.

Yeonjun cauterized the gunshot wound Eunwoo gave Max at Serene. 

I stride in, shutting the door and flooding the room with fluorescent light. 

Yeonjun stands by the instrument table, a variety of my tools laid out in front of him.