𝑾𝑯𝒀 𝑴𝑬

𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕

     Bright's POV
  We arrived at the cargo storage facility, the tension thick in the air. "Alexander and Jacob, go check the cargo," I instructed them, and they headed off. I was left with Angel, who suddenly spoke up.

"I still can't believe what's happening," she said, her voice a mix of disbelief and concern.

"What do you mean?" I asked, furrowing my brow.

"It's just... Kim was like your brother. Brothers don't do what he did to you. What if all of this is just a misunderstanding? What if..."

Before she could finish, I cut in. "Yeah, that's true. He was like my own brother. I loved him, and if he asked me to take on the title of 'THE MAFIA KING,' I would have done it. As a brother, I'd do anything for him. But if he hadn't killed my parents, I swear I'd have forgiven him for everything...even his betrayal!"

Before Angel could respond, Alexander and Jacob returned, looking serious. "So???" I pressed, eager for information.

"Bright, the cargo is complete," Alexander said, looking down. My heart raced with anger.

"What the hell? Are you sure?" I shot back, frustration boiling inside me.

"Yes, but Bright, if the cargo is complete, what does that mean? Or is it just..." Jacob started to explain but hesitated.

"Just what, Jacob?" I demanded, my patience thinning.

"A diversion, Bright," he said, his words igniting my fury.

"What are you talking about?" I snapped.

"Bright! I think we should head back home right now," Jacob insisted, urgency creeping into his voice.

"Jacob, I don't fucking understand what you're talking about," I yelled, the tension bubbling over.

"Don't you get it? Someone is trying to waste our time. They might be at your mansion right now, trying to take Grace and your brothers. Bright, it was a fucking diversion!" he said, his voice rising in intensity.

Realization hit me like a punch to the gut. We needed to get back to my mansion...fast.

        When we arrived, a wave of dread washed over me at the sight of my bodyguards sprawled on the ground, lifeless and bloodied. Panic surged through my veins as I rushed inside, chaos closing in around me. I sprinted to my brothers' room, but it was empty. My heart raced, fear tightening its grip. I dashed to Grace's room next, only to find it deserted as well. That's when I completely lost control.

In a blind rage, I began to throw things, my anger spilling over. Even Angel and the others struggled to calm me down. Then, from Grace's bathroom, I heard a faint sound...a soft, muffled cry. I rushed to the door and flung it open, finding my brothers huddled together.

"Mick! Win! Are you okay?" I exclaimed, rushing to wrap them in my arms.

"Brighttttttttt!!!" they cried, tears streaming down their faces.

"Don't cry, angels, I'm here," I whispered, gently stroking their backs.

"Bright, they took Grace, and I couldn't do anything. I wasn't able to protect her. I'm so sorry," Win sobbed, his voice trembling.

"Listen, baby, you have nothing to be sorry for. It wasn't your fault," I tried to reassure him, but the weight of his guilt pressed heavily on my chest.

"Bright, what if they hurt her?" he asked, fear flickering in his eyes.

"Never, Win. I promise I will save Grace. And if anyone dares to hurt her, they will pay for it," I vowed, trying to instill some hope in them. Gradually, their cries quieted.