Keifer's POV
The old building loomed ahead.
Dark.
Silent.
Except for the faint hum of the city outside.
Bodyguards flanked the doors.
Men with hard eyes and harder fists.
I stepped forward.
Adrenaline burning.
Every muscle tense.
Fists clenched.
My voice sharp, cold, deadly.
"Where the f*** is my girlfriend?!"
The bodyguards flinched.
Some smirked, thinking they could intimidate me.
Some raised fists.
I didn't care.
I only cared about her.
The fight began.
I moved like lightning.
Punches.
Kicks.
Every strike precise.
Every motion calculated.
Z's partners—A, B, G, H—were sprawled across the floor.
But A stirred.
Knife flashing.
Straight for my arm.
Pain bit me.
I gritted my teeth.
Didn't flinch.
Jay-Jay hates blood.
Trauma.
I ignored the stab.
Knocked him down.
One by one.
Every last bodyguard fell.
Then Z.
Old enemy.
Fury in his eyes.
I didn't hesitate.
Down he went.
Silence fell.
I turned.
There she was.
Jay-Jay.
Tears streaked her cheeks.
Shaking.
Her voice trembled.
"Please… have mercy on me… who are you?!" she cried.
"God damn it… leave me alone!"
Profanity.
Fear.
Tears.
I bit my lip.
Hard.
To control the laugh that wanted to escape.
To stop myself from speaking.
Her anger.
Her defiance.
Her fear.
Her beauty, even in terror.
I didn't speak.
Not a word.
No reassurance.
No explanation.
No promises.
Just presence.
Just watching her.
Her trembling hands.
Her tears.
Her chest heaving with sobs.
Until I couldn't hold back.
I leaned in.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Pressed my lips against hers.
A kiss that said everything I couldn't speak.
A kiss that carried my guilt.
A kiss that carried my love.
A kiss that carried relief.
Her body stiffened.
She pulled back slightly.
I didn't move.
Didn't speak.
Just held the moment.
Just held her.
Just let the world stop around us.