Have you ever heard the toughest man alive got a weakness? Yes. John Macguire does.

A woman can makes a man's world fall apart. They're dangerous, son, they. are.

"HOW DARE YOU!" John roaring loudly, his gaze flashing with anger as his loud bark echoed through the hallway. All of his veins pulsing and shaking with flames who burning like inferno. Dead bodies like clothes scattered under his boots, the harsh huff he takes to endured the pain and the obvious wounds and tore shirt on his body enough to show everyone who hard he fought to get here.

It was them, John swear, it's them.

They kidnap you, a precious pregnant wife he adore, a love of his life, his everything, his new chapter and soulmate.

The government association had made the fatal mistake of faking his wife's death just to lure him out, to toying with him again, suck his blood dry, they didn't even let him happy after he quit the under ground. He hates elitists who trying to pressing him to doing something he against. And even have a nerve to accusing him betraying their country.

No, not again. With heavy steps, heavy with longing and desperate to search for you. His shaky hands gripped tight his weapon as he heading towards a door.

John's eyes widening slightly, he heard it. A baby crying in it, his breath hitched and he trying to swallowing the thick lump in his throat. He total a mess, and even when he didn't believe in god, he praying it was you. Because his wife supposed facing her labor this date. No, his child must not born in this hell.

"Baby?" He whispering, Is he hallucinating? He takes a deep breath and holding the door handle. His hear thudding like crazy.

What if it was a trap? He did killed all of them did he? Where are you? Are you okay? What about the baby? He fought hard the tears, his heart being clenched hard by something and it was worry.

Yes, yes. He worried to death, he felt like dying. Is this fate that he fails to protect you? Well, he planned to kill himself if he didn't find you inside.

Then, he pushed the door open.