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With a calm and manly air, he entered his mission headquarters, which consisted of two floors staffed with numerous men responsible for tracking down wanted individuals.
Another section was dedicated to hacking the security systems of dangerous mafia leaders who collaborated with terrorists.
He entered the investigation room, and Woojin was sitting next to another police officer, trying to interrogate him. This man had raided Lieutenant Jeon's house!
"Here you go, sir."
Policeman Khaled stood up, speaking in an Arabic accent that Jungkook understood. But he didn't move, instead staring at the man with dark eyes.
"I want every bastard who raided my house in the torture room, Khaled."
His tone, almost icy, sent shivers down the spines of those in the room. Then he went out, descending to the basement of the headquarters.
Didn't I tell you there's a special basement that welcomes those who have committed unforgivable sins? They had indeed committed unforgivable sins by breaking into the Lieutenant's house and attempting to kill his sister.
Poor people, they don't know what raging volcanoes await them, waiting to erupt...!
One blow after another until this man lost the ability to look at the raging man who was lashing out at him with such madness, with no one able to intervene to stop him.
Jungkook was bare-chested, his hands bloodied from the beating of that man who dared to put a gun to his sister's head to kill her.
He certainly didn't let that night pass without a sense of revenge against those who thought of informing on him and breaking his arm with his sister and wife.
It was past four in the morning, and he continued punching that man until he was certain he was completely out of breath.
No one can enter this headquarters without an official release from the higher authorities. Because Jungkook is known for his strength, despite being a lieutenant, everyone calls him "General Jeon."
But he doesn't care about anyone. He has his sister's rights, and he has earned them, and his wife's rights, even if only by a small margin.
He still had a long, dark road ahead of him, but no one knew how this road would end.
Exhaustion had taken hold of him. He hadn't rested since arriving in that country, and he was certain he never would.
He leaned his back against the wall, tired of beating them. He took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket to smoke one to ease his anger.
He hadn't stopped smoking since he returned, and even if he managed to finish two packs a day, it wouldn't be enough, given that he was handling a major mission that posed a great danger and put a lot of pressure on his life.
"Jungkook, go back home. Look at you, my friend, how pale your features are."
Woojin, who was there, quietly observing the events, said, "He had tried to extract a single piece of information from them that would incriminate the Ramis family, but they were loyal to them."
To tell the truth, he didn't care much about his mission.
Each of them had something to focus on, disregarding any other curse that was happening.
"I'm leaving. If anything happens, let me know."
He put on his shirt, which was stained with blood, just like his hand. He grabbed his jacket in complete exhaustion and left the headquarters, got into his car, and drove absentmindedly.
He didn't even know where he was going!
He didn't want to return to that house! He wanted to go far away so that his worries would go away!
He was driving without a clear destination and found himself standing in front of those cemeteries.
His hands trembled, as did his eyes, which gazed at the graves surrounded by flowers on each side, and at each grave.
His heart felt like it was being squeezed with pain, wanting to be pulled out of its socket by being in such a place.
But he truly didn't know why he'd come here! The last time he'd been here was almost a year ago, and his condition was worse than his current state, but he hadn't collapsed like he was now.
He got out of his car, weak and breathless, dragging his feet inside. Anyone who saw him now, at this time of night, in the cemetery would have undoubtedly called him crazy!
He passed by many, many graves until he stood before his soul buried here.
He squatted down in front of the grave and very slowly raised his hand to sweep it over it. A shiver spread throughout his body, his eyes welled up with tears, and his lips quivered.
"Your grave is so cold, my love. You feel lonely because I left you alone, right? I'm a bad father for leaving you here alone."
He laid his head on a small grave, weeping heartily for his only child buried beneath the dirt, far away from him.
"Forgive me for being unable to protect you, my beloved father. Forgive me for not letting your mother know where you're buried!"ย Forgive me, I'm so bad.
With every word, "Forgive me," his sobs grew louder, accentuating the pain that ached his heart. His hand wrapped around the grave, embracing it as if he were embracing his cold child.
He wished to be held in his arms, enveloped in his warmth. He wished to pull him from beneath the dust so he could bury him inside his heart, not below...!
He spent the rest of the night, until sunrise, resting his head on the grave, his hand tightly encircling it, so tightly that he didn't feel the bleeding of his hand, which had been opened again.
He was unconscious, not wanting to leave his little one's place. His tears never stopped falling, taking their place on this stone.
It was as if he were crying in his arms, holding his child, not on a stone placed above him...!
I used to hide my pain from everyone, but at night I think of your beautiful face and wonder! Why was death so selfish to take you away? I miss you my son, a piece of my soul.
....
Her fingers moved, as did her eyelids, which moved very slowly due to the lethargy surrounding her body, making her feel extremely exhausted.
She blinked several times until she opened her eyes, adjusting to the rays of light coming from the balcony.
She scanned the room until she found him standing on the balcony, leaning his bare back against the wall, his left hand in his trouser pocket and the other on the railing, while his cigarette was in his mouth, smoking greedily.
She turned her gaze to the cannula in her hand and sighed lazily, unable even to lift her body and lean back against the back of the bed.
She also couldn't remember what had happened to her since she'd been in his car. How was she so tired and why was that cannula in her hand?
Did she get sick again? But what about that dream she'd had? Was it an illusion or real? Because she felt it had really happened!!
She sighed in pain from the headache that had afflicted her head, placing her hand there and slowly stroking it.
"Are you in a lot of pain?!"
His harsh, hoarse voice echoed in the room, interrupting the silence.
She rolled her eyes and looked at him calmly. She saw him slowly advancing towards her. The deep scars on his chest, stomach, and tattoos were evident in the bright light in the room.
She also saw bullet holes on his shoulders. How had she not noticed this before, even though he had been shirtless all day?
His eyes, surrounded by a slight redness, followed her body's movements, wanting to straighten up and remove the cannula that was bothering her.
He advanced towards her after she ignored what he said. She couldn't stand to see him, so why was he the first person she saw when she woke up?
This made her want to strangle him, perhaps to relieve even a small part of her resentment towards him.
"Don't touch me."
She pushed his hand away forcefully when he wrapped his arms around her waist, forcing her to lean back against the bed. Her actions somehow caused him to grit his teeth tightly and choke.
She leaned back, then raised her hand to remove the cannula gently so as not to hurt herself more than she already felt.
"How do you feel?"
"Better than you."
He closed his eyes, breathing deeply at her cold tone and her ignoring him. He really was on his hair, and he would explode with her, if not with all the women in the house!
The amount of pressure he was under made him intolerant of anyone, especially since there was a proposal coming up shortly that would give him a headache...
"What's your problem now, Kris? Speak up so we can resolve this mess!"
His tone of voice was sarcastic as he shuffled his foot across the room, pulling out his pack of cigarettes and taking one to calm his mounting anger.
"Your problem is that I want a divorce, Jeon!" she shouted at him after losing patience. She got out of bed, and despite her pain, she ignored him and continued screaming at him.
"You married Ali Jeon. You did it after you promised me you'd never even think of letting a lowlife like that into your life. You promised me that no other girl would enter your heart but me...!"
The tone of her screams grew weaker, as did the state of her heart, which she had cruelly broken.
"Your marriage to another woman seems normal to others. What's wrong with a man marrying again? But to me, it was like the knife you killed me with...!"
A painful lump in her throat made her wish she could stick her hand in her heart and tear it out so it could stop beating painfully.
He took a deep breath of nicotine and exhaled it through his nose, wishing it would disappear so she would stop bringing up his other marriage.
"Kristen, understand it the way you want. What I said in the past stays there! Now that we're in the present, I won't let you hold me accountable for what I do and what I will do. I'm a man who's aware of my actions! I won't wait for you to come and say I broke you, knowing what I did to you."
His vileness was truly unparalleled. He knew how to hurt her in that cruel way. He threw his cigarette away, crushing it forcefully, his eyes fixed on her.
His words were deeply painful to her heart, which still beats for him, and his cruelty broke her, as if she weren't the girl his heart loves.
"You are the most vile person I've ever seen in my life, even more vile than them..."
He closed his eyes tightly at the slap he'd received from her when her cup had run over with his vileness.
That slap didn't make him flinch or show any reaction. He was extremely cold, as if it had struck a rock, not a human being!
"Yes, I am very despicable and an even worse person. Chris is a person so bad you wouldn't expect!"
He looked at her with sharp eyes that made her heart tremble, but her expression didn't show. Instead, she continued to exchange those sharp glances.
He grabbed her arms tightly, pulling her towards him. He breathed deeply in front of her face. The scent of his perfume and cigarettes hit her nose, making her curse him even more, wanting to push him away.
"I haven't even held you accountable for going to that filthy place yet. How the hell did you have the heart to go there?!"
No, he wasn't yelling at her at all! He was whispering as his hand squeezed her arms even more, hoping she'd feel more pain and what she'd put him through last night.
She ignored his sharp gaze, moving violently in his arms as she screamed at him to leave her because he was hurting her.
He doesn't know that she's trembling with fear at the thought that she was actually there in this house that turned her life from hell to a hell even worse!
"Get away from me, Jeon. You have nothing to do with what I do!"
"How can you? The curse that curses me has nothing to do with me, and you were in the house of those who killed our child..."
This time, he screamed at her so madly that his voice echoed throughout the room. She froze, her movements still at what he said.
The thought that she went there of her own free will after everything that had happened to her and the death of their child was driving him mad.
She looked into his eyes with a tearful gleam, unable to say anything. Her lips were so shocked that she couldn't speak after what he said.
"Do you understand now what you did? Do you know that my sister and Melissa would have died because of you? "ย She gritted her teeth, unable to respond. Why the hell did he have to say that her family killed her child and make her go through the pain of losing him?
Why was he so cruel and so indifferent to her feelings and her broken heart?
"I haven't forgotten who killed my little Jeon, and I haven't forgotten who killed my heart and trampled on it cruelly either."
That's all she managed to say before she grabbed his hands, pulling them away from her arms, which had turned intensely blue.
He was about to approach her again, but the sound of screaming and breaking coming from downstairs made him realize that the headache had finally arrived.
"Here comes your cherished brother."
He mouthed coldly, putting his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants before exiting the room and going downstairs to where that bull was being smashed into his property without his permission.
"What the hell are you, man? Are you crazy?"
On his way down, he encountered Melissa screaming like a bull who never stops raging. And rightfully so. What Jungkook did caused them a huge loss in their business!!
Mira was eating her breakfast with a relaxed air, not caring about that person, certain that her brother would teach him a lesson he would never forget.
"What's with all this noise this morning? I haven't even had breakfast yet!?!"
"Provocative and cold." Those are two words that are too few for him. He's good at two things in his life: holding a gun and provoking.
"You see what happened, you bastard!"
As soon as Jungkook stood in front of Amir, he punched him hard, making his lips bleed.
"Why have they been beating him up since morning? Did he do something serious other than blow up the factory and injure his wife, causing his face to ache because of them?"
Why are they so cruel to his handsome face?
Melissa gasped, placing her hand over her mouth, but Mira grabbed hers, pulling her away from their position and returning to sit at the dining table.
"Watch what's happening and don't even think about intervening, lest you get hit and end up in the hospital for a week."
She gasped as she took one of the chips, watching the epic scenario unfold once her brother responded to Amir's punch.
Melissa stared at them incredulously and decided to follow Mira's lead and take one of the chips as well.
While on the stairs, Kristen sat, her mind wandering over what her brother had said.
What had her husband done that Amir would come running like a bull? He must have done something that caused them great loss or even broke their hearts.
Despite everything he'd done to her, she wished he'd hurt them and broken their hearts just as they'd broken hers...!