𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬: The Trilogy

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈: Chapter 60

〖 FLASHBACK 〗

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[Jungkook's POV]

I shift my eyes down towards Jackson who lays unconscious on the floor. Rage is all I feel right now. I want to beat this man to death. That one punch is not enough for me.

I don't think I ever had this intense level of desire to kill.

I can feel my entire body physically heating up at the sight of him. I just want to head over to him and inflict all the pain he had cause on y/n.

But the one percent good in me suddenly stops me from my bloodlust.

My body marginally calms with y/n suddenly exerting into my mind. I glance back down at her—she's all that matters right now.

I want to bring her home. I want to apologize for everything, and if she chooses to leave me, I will allow it this time. I won't try stopping her. Although I would want her to stay with me, but she had suffered enough and I just want her to be free from all this mess—free from me.

I couldn't help but lean down and give her a quick kiss on her cheek as another painful tear escapes my eyes. But I quickly sniffle back my tears, knowing this isn't the time for me to be crying.

I take my pistol out of my leather jacket and place it underneath my black flannel shirt, on my band holster around my hips that discreetly and securely holds my weapons. Then cover her exposed upper body with my leather jacket.

I carry her delicate battered body up onto my arms and rush out of the room. As I walk down the long hallway, I couldn't help but take a quick glimpse of her again. Almost immediately my chest tightens and heart throbs in pain at this sight of her.

It's too painful to look down.

I only get a visualization of her getting whip in that bastard's hands and feeling the pain she must have endured.

I swear that fucking bastard is going to regret he was even born.

On regular missions, this man would have been shot to death on the spot. But this mission involved y/n, so as much as I want to kill him, y/n gravely needed my attention. I know that if I had focused on him, I would have went outrage and lose my focus on getting y/n help. I need to first treat y/n, then have this bastard dealt with.

I'm almost nearing the stairs until I feel two strong hands grab me into a choke hold from behind.

It's Jackson.

I could have swore that one punch to his temple would have knock him out.

I struggle in his hold as my circulation cuts but at the same time trying my hardest not to drop y/n, until he slams my body onto the wall. He comes forward and swings his fist onto my temple, feeling my skull vibrating painfully. I start to get dizzy, losing my balance as I fall on my knees with y/n still in my arms.

I quickly lay y/n down gently on the floor and before I can quickly get up, Jackson hoist me up himself then drives his fist once again to the side of face, feeling the spiking pain radiating in my brain.

"You're not going anywhere with y/n!" he rages, and swings his arm again but I block it and use my open arm to hit him onto his abdomen then to his jaw, all while I'm still trying to recover my body.