Rain soaked your clothes as you sprinted through the alleys, dragging his unconscious body behind you. Your lungs burned with every gruelling step, threatening to collapse. The assassins were closing in, their shouts and crackling gunfire howling. You couldn’t afford to slow down—not with them so close.

The rope around his wrists and the gag in his mouth ensured he wouldn’t cause trouble, but the assassins chasing you were a whole other problem.

You cursed under your breath as another bullet ricocheted off the brick wall to your right. He was too valuable to lose. He wasn’t just a pawn in Kim Suho’s empire; he was the key to unraveling the whole operation. And you needed yourself and him to be back alive.

This wasn’t the plan. He was supposed to be an easy capture, but now you were running for your life, his dead weight making the journey impossibly harder.

“You better be worth this,” you grimaced, hoisting him higher and dodging another bullet. The safe house wasn’t far—if you could just make it there, maybe this wouldn’t all be in vain.