075

AUTHOR'S POV

Gunshots erupt.

Sharp. Deafening.

She flinches—crawl back, arms tightening around Lucas, the warehouse erupts into chaos.Screams. Shouting. The stench of gunpowder floods in air—Dan collapses with a wet thud, bullet didn't touch his chest.

Jeon doesn’t flinch.

Not even as blood sprays near his boots.

Not even as his men swarm in like shadows—guns raised, bodies dropping—Minho, Jisun moving in perfect sync, disarming, subduing, silencing.

His eyes stay locked on her.

One gun flies across the air in his grip.

She gasps, scrambles backwards in a corner—Lucas wailing, tiny hands gripping her torn dress.

Wooshik rushes toward her—shielding her with his own body—

The world fractures into chaos.

Gunfire splits the air—rapid, merciless.

Blood splatters across the rusted floor—stench of iron sharp in air.

He doesn’t move.Bullets whip past him.His men—silent, lethal—guns firing, bodies falling.

His hand tightens around the gun.Cold.Unforgiving.

More Scorpions pour in—all armed, firing. Bullets whip past, ricochet off metal, hit flesh with sickening thuds. She trembles, clutching Lucas firm.

John stumbles over her— bleeding  grunting. "You–Little whore—l-liar"He spits, blood dripping down his face. she sobs crawls back— "You bitch..fuck you lied to us" He raises the gun—her eyes widen—

BANG

She flinches. John collapses- eyes pop out—mouth agape—

She stares up.

Layla stands there, gun smoking, posture rigid—

"L-Layla?"

She lowers the smoking barrel, and bows. "Sorry, Mrs. Jeon." Her gaze lowered— "I am only destined to serve Jeons."

She stares—eyes wide, lips parted—Lucas wails loudly, tiny fingers clutching her stained dress.

The gunfire rings—sharp, ceaseless—his men advancing, scorpions falling one by one. Blood pools at her feet, soaking the fabric of her dress.

Bullets rip through the air.

Scorpions scream.Falls.

He moves forward. Slow. Deliberate.

Dan gasps, scrambling back on elbows, fingers clawing the concrete, breath  ragged, wet bursts—

Step.

Crunch of broken glass under his boot deafening in stillness.

Warehouse is a graveyard now. Bodies litter on floor—some still twitching, others already stiffening in their own blood. Air reeks of gunpowder and iron.

The men stand frozen—guns still raised, chests heaving—waiting.

Silence.

Dan trembles, gasping as he tries to crawl backward—his fingers scrambling against the slick, bloodied floor. But he moves like death itself—

Steps.

slow, deliberate.

Then stop.

A beat.

Then—Crush.

Shoe presses down on Dan’s chest. Hard. Dan chokes—spittle flying from lips as ribs groan under the weight.

He tilts his head—watches.

Cold.Unmoved.

Entire room holds its breath—every gun still trained, every eye locked on them. She sobs silent, Lucas tremble in her arms, his small body pressed tightly against her chest.

The hand lifts—slow, deliberate—Then aimed at Dan’s.

"You really think—–I’d let my wife die?"Boot grinds down—Dan wheezes, ribs creaking—blood bubbling at his lips. Eyes wild.

Boot press harder.

"You really think.... You could use my wife. My son. To bring me down?"

Dan gasps—clawing at his ankle—nails breaking against leather.

Clutch

The hammer cocks. The gun tilts.

"You really think...after my father slaughtered your bastard father in this basement.....you’d ever rule my world?" His voice cold, lethal—

Dan’s mouth opens—a wet, strangled sound—

The boot slams down—again—again—

"AHHHHH"Ribs snap under the force, wet, splintering—

Dan chokes "B-LOODY BA-STARD—"

SLAM.

He spits crimson "—YOU FU—KERS—! WE WERE—HERE BEFORE YOU!— YOUR FATHER TOOK EVERYTHING FROM US—"

SLAM.

"AGHHHH"

Boot grids down."Don't. Take. My. Father's. Name."

SLAM.

Ribs crack. Blood bursts from his lips—splattering on his shoe and the concrete below.

SLAM

"AHH—Y-YOU BAS‐TAR— Yo-u—YOU BAST—"

SLAM.

Screams raw, guttural, the foot drives deeper, grinding bone into lung.

"You. Belong. Here."

SLAM.

A wet, choking gasp.

"SHE IS MINE"  SLAM  "YOU DARED TOUCH HER."

SLAM.

Dan writhes—hands clawing at his ankle, teeth painted red. Cough blood.

Silence.

He doesn’t blink, finger tightens on trigger. Dan gasps—each inhale bubbling crimson from lips.

"I should have killed you both that day."

BANG"AGHHHH" A bullet punches through his palm, blood sprays.

"So you and your shitty brother would never lay hands on her."

BANG

"AAAHHH–" another hand destroyed—tendons snapping, blood spurting.

Silence.

Dan convulses—body writhing—eyes rolling back—choking blood.

A beat.

Not a movement.

The gun lifts—slow, deliberate— between the eyebrows. Dan coughs- skin slick, lips trembling on silent pleas.

"Remember this face..."

"...before taking birth again."

Dan’s eyes widen—BANG

Silence.

Time still.

Not a breath.

BANGGasps.He stumbles back—eyes wide.

"BOSS—"

"BOSS—"

He looks up—She stands there, holding the smoking barrel at him— Lucas clutched in other arm—Tears stream down her face—the gun trembling—

Red liquid seeps through black shirt—down his chest.

A slow smirk spread on his lips.

Footsteps loud— fast."CALL THE AMBULANCE—"

BANG

"NO—NO—MRS. JEON—"

He falls on knees—Staring up at her.Smirking.Blood pools on floor.

She trembles—gun shaking, chest heaving.

"MRS. JEON DROP THE GUN—"

BANG

"BOSS—"

"BOSS—"

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