Han-bin slammed on the brakes, and both Lorena and Hee-jin lurched forward with a jolt, the seatbelts snapping them back sharply. The tires screamed against the concrete, shattering the stillness of the night.
Without a word, Han-bin reached for his gun and aimed it at Lorena's head.
"Give me one good reason not to kill you, right here, right now," he said in a dangerously low voice, his anger barely contained. His hand was steady, but his chest rose and fell with the storm raging inside him.
***
The pickup had sped through the tunnel moments earlier, passing unnoticed through the warehouse. No one gave it a second glance. Everyone knew who that vehicle belonged to—and thanks to Lorena's reputation among the gangs, it slipped past barriers and suspicion alike, like a ghost moving through familiar shadows.
For a long time, no one spoke. Silence settled over the truck like fog. Each of them was lost in their own thoughts, retreating into quiet, unspoken turmoil.
