Mèng Yáo scoffed. "Don't be petty."
Da Han rolled his eyes because he knew his wife was right. His grudge against the man who nearly ended his life over twenty years ago was still alive and thriving. He hated that Saitoh had to be called in for reinforcements, but he did take some pleasure in knowing the man wasn't what he used to be. He finally had something on Saitoh from now on.
"Allow me this very rare moment to be just a little bit childish, my darling," Da Han teased as he leaned in to kiss his wife's cheek. Their laughter was cut off by the barrage of bullets that hit their car. Da Han grabbed his wife, tucking her under him and covering her with his body as windows shattered, sprinkling pieces of bulletproof glass all over him. Jun De swerved the SUV, driving through traffic to get away from the attack. The car pursuing them was right on their tail.
Chen lowered the window, stuck his head out, and aimed his gun at the windshield of the car behind them and fired. His bullets landed, but they didn't penetrate the other car's bulletproof glass.
"Hold on," Jun De said as he cut the wheel sharply to take a side road.
Chen gripped the car door, holding on for the turn, and as soon as he could, he began shooting again, this time aiming for the tires. Their other SUV chased behind their enemy's car, and their men started shooting at the car with high-caliber weapons. One of the bullets shattered the back window, forcing the men to change direction to fire back at Da Han's men. Chen aimed, thewind whipping around him as he focused and fired, this bullet striking the right front tire. He was satisfied as the rubber began to rip away, exposing more of the rim as the wheels spun.
The car's driver took a hit to the head from Da Han's men who were in pursuit. His brains splattered against the damaged windshield, and the car swerved, then crashed into a parked car before flipping over and rolling several times to a stop. The sound of glass shattering as well as metal twisting was deafening and satisfying. Jun De slammed on the brakes, bringing the SUV to a screeching halt that jolted everyone in the vehicle.
"Boss, are you okay?" he asked once he turned around to look at Da Han.
Da Han sat up, but his concern wasn't for himself; it was for his wife, who was bleeding. "Mèng Yáo! Where are you hit?" he asked as he frantically scanned her body for any injuries.
"I'm okay... I'm okay," Mèng Yáo said as she caressed Da Han's cheek with a bloody hand.
"The fuck you are," Da Han said. Then he looked to see that her back was bleeding; she had been applying pressure during the chase to stop the bleeding. Da Han growled when he saw the blood drenching her shirt. He did a quick examination of the wound and noticed that it wasn't from a bullet, but from glass that was embedded in her flesh. He snarled, his rage mounting at the sight of the love of his life being hurt.
"Boss," a voice said.
Da Han turned to see one of his men standing by the window. "What?" he snapped.
"These are Esposito's men. I recognize the one in the passenger seat," he said.
"Are any alive?" Da Han asked.
"Just one... we put him in the back of our SUV."
Da Han nodded. "Let's get the fuck out of here."
"Yes, sir," the man said, then ran back to the other SUV.
"Here," Chen said, then handed Da Han a handkerchief.
Da Han took it and pressed it to Mèng Yáo's back to apply pressure. "Are you sure you're all right, baby?"
Mèng Yáo nodded. "It's not the first time I've been injured," she said.
It wasn't, but that didn't make Da Han feel better about her wound. He was supposed to protect her, and she still got caught in the crossfire. The Esposito Family would pay dearly for this attack. He kissed her forehead, then cradled her in his arms as Jun De drove them back home, which was their fortress.
"I'm calling our doctor so that he'll be on his way to the mansion," Chen said.
"Good, thank you," Da Han said.
Chen nodded, then made the call.
Da Han held his wife as close to him as he could without hurting her. Someone dared to take her away from him, and he would have the head of Enrique Esposito mounted on his wall—figuratively speaking—at least for now. All he knew was that he wanted that man's blood on his hands.
Da Han held Mèng Yáo's hand as the doctor stitched up her wound after pulling out four thick shards of bulletproof glass. The damage done to his cars let Da Han know that he needed to upgrade the armor of his main vehicles. The only other person allowed to be in the room was Jun De, and he kept a close eye on the work the doctor was doing. Mèng Yáo only took a local anesthetic to dull the pain because she didn't want to go under completely. Like her husband, she wanted revenge for what was done.
"Is she going to be okay? Any scarring?" Da Han asked.
The doctor nodded. "Minor scarring if you follow my instructions to help her heal."
"The stitches look good," Jun De commented, hoping that would help ease Da Han's worries.
