2026-06-22 02:05:34Adam Swift's POV
The gunshots erupted like thunder. Bang!
Bang! Bang!
The deafening sound filled the night as bullets tore through the air.
"Get down!" my father roared.
Without hesitation, he rushed back into the SUV and slammed the door shut behind him. The moment he got inside, he stepped on the accelerator. The vehicle surged forward. Armed men scattered as the SUV crashed through the blockade. More gunfire followed. Bullets slammed into the metal body of the vehicle from every direction. The windows shattered.
Taylor screamed.
I wrapped my arms around my little brother and pulled him down.
"Dad!" I shouted.
My father's face had become pale. At first, I thought it was from stress. Then I saw the blood. Dark red blood soaked through his shirt. A bullet had struck his side. Another had pierced his shoulder. Yet he kept driving. His hands remained firm on the steering wheel. His eyes never left the road.
"Dad, you're hurt!" I cried.
"It's nothing."
His voice sounded weaker than before. More bullets struck the vehicle. The SUV swerved violently before returning to the road. Behind us, Jackson's men continued their pursuit. Several black vehicles followed closely. Their headlights illuminated the darkness like predators hunting wounded prey. Tears blurred my vision.
"Dad, please..." I begged. "You need a hospital."
My father looked at me through the rearview mirror. For a brief moment, I saw pride in his eyes. Then he smiled. It wasn't the smile of a man who expected to survive. It was the smile of a father trying to comfort his son.
"Adam." His voice was calm. "You must protect your brother."
I shook my head furiously. "No."
"You must."
"Dad, stop talking like that!"
His smile widened. "You've always been strong."
The blood continued flowing down his arm. I couldn't stop crying. I was only fourteen years old. No matter how hard I tried to act brave, I was still a child watching his world fall apart.
"Dad..."
His eyes softened. "Listen carefully." I nodded. "If anything happens to me, take care of Taylor."
My chest tightened. Nothing hurt more than hearing those words. He was saying goodbye. And we both knew it. The chase continued for nearly twenty minutes.
Eventually, my father turned onto an abandoned road leading into a dense forest. The vehicles behind us struggled to keep up. The road became rough and uneven. Then suddenly—
The engine died. The SUV rolled to a stop.
Silence filled the vehicle. My father stared at the dashboard. The engine had taken too much damage. We weren't going any farther. The distant sound of approaching vehicles echoed through the trees. They had found us.
My father slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, all fear had disappeared. Only determination remained.
He turned toward me. "Adam." I looked at him. "You need to leave."
"What?"
"Take Taylor and run."
"No!"
"Run!"
The force in his voice shocked me. My little brother was trembling beside me.
Tears streamed down his face.
"Daddy..." Taylor whispered.
My father's expression broke for a moment. He reached out and gently touched Taylor's hair. The same way he had done countless times before.
"I love you, son."
Taylor burst into tears. My father then looked at me. His gaze became firm once more.
"You are the man of the family now."
My throat tightened. "I can't leave you."
"You can."
The approaching headlights grew brighter.
Time was running out. My father opened the door.
"Go."
"Dad—"
"Go now!"
For the first time in my life, I obeyed him without question. I grabbed Taylor's hand and climbed out of the SUV. We ran into the forest. Branches scraped against our skin. Leaves crunched beneath our feet.
Behind us, the sound of vehicles stopping filled the air. Then came the shouting.
And more gunfire. I knew my father was fighting. Buying us time. Giving his life so we could live. Tears streamed down my face as I ran. I hated myself for leaving him. But I couldn't disobey his final order.
Suddenly—
A gunshot echoed through the forest.
Taylor stumbled. My heart stopped.
"Taylor?"
He fell to the ground. Blood spread across his small shirt.
"No." The word escaped my lips in a whisper. "No... no... no!"
I dropped beside him. His tiny body trembled. His eyes struggled to focus on me.
"Adam..." he whispered.
My entire world shattered. I pressed my hands against the wound. Trying to stop the bleeding. Trying to save him. But there was too much blood. Far too much.
"Stay with me!" He smiled weakly.
A small, innocent smile. The kind only children could give.
"I love you, brother." Then his eyes slowly closed.
And never opened again. Something inside me died that night. I don't remember how long I stayed there. Minutes. Hours.
Maybe longer. All I remember is hearing footsteps. Then darkness.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying inside a small wooden cabin. An elderly man sat nearby. His white hair reached his shoulders. His eyes were calm and wise.
"You survived," he said.
I stared at him. The memories returned instantly. My father. Taylor. The betrayal. The blood. The pain. I broke down.
The old man said nothing. He simply allowed me to cry. After a long time, he finally spoke.
"What will you do now?"
I clenched my fists. The answer came without hesitation.
"Revenge."
The old man studied me. Then he nodded.
"Good."
That single word changed my life. For the next ten years, he became my master. He taught me everything. How to fight. How to survive. How to kill. Every day was torture.
Every day pushed me beyond my limits.
When other men rested, I trained. When others slept, I trained. I fought through pain. Through exhaustion. Through despair. My body transformed. My mind transformed. The weak boy who cried in the forest disappeared. In his place emerged something far more dangerous.
A weapon. I crossed battlefields stained with blood. I fought against mercenaries, warlords, and soldiers. I survived bullets. I mastered blades. I learned to turn my body into a weapon. Hundreds fell before me. Then thousands. The world eventually gave me a title. A title spoken with fear and respect.
The King of War. The cold wind brought me back to the present. I stood before my father and brother's graves.
Ten years had passed. Ten years of preparation. Ten years of waiting. I knelt down and touched the gravestone. A faint smile appeared on my face. Not a smile of happiness. A smile of certainty.
"I'm finally back."
The words drifted into the wind. "Dad." My voice grew softer. "I'm sorry I couldn't come sooner." I lowered my head. "But your son has returned."
I slowly rose to my feet. The city stretched across the horizon in the distance. Jackson Carter's city. For now.
My eyes hardened. The time for mourning was over. The time for revenge had begun.
And this time—
No one would stop me.
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