Lucas sat in the dark, empty warehouse, his body aching from the relentless beating, his mind racing with terrifying images of his wife and daughters. He could still hear Jonathan's mocking voice in his head, taunting him about his family's fate.
"Special forces. Twenty men. One Kai. How could he possibly win?"
Lucas gritted his teeth, his fists clenching even though they were bound. He refused to believe it. Kai was not an ordinary man. He was something else—something even Lucas couldn't fully comprehend.
Yet, despite his belief in Kai, fear clawed at his chest.
What if this time… Kai had failed?
What if—A creak.
Lucas' head snapped up.
The warehouse door slowly swung open, and in the faint sliver of moonlight, he saw three small silhouettes rush inside.
"Daddy!"
His daughters.
Their little feet pounded against the cold floor as they sprinted toward him, their voices high-pitched with emotion.
Lucas' breath hitched, his throat tightening.
They were alive. They were safe.
