Yifeng stood with a gun in one hand and the other holding onto the pram in front of him. The child was sleeping soundly and Yifeng had Hong watching through the cameras, Siwon nearby ready and armed. But Yifeng knew that no one would find him there. No one really knew about this place, or that it even existed really.

It was an abandoned look out situated underneath a closed off bridge. It was Junhui's sanctuary along with him. They both used to come here when Yifeng had first moved over to Korea. Hyukjae helped him with the language, the culture and more importantly, helped him when no one else would. And now he was dead, just for having ties with him. It made Yifeng so angry yet guilty for dragging his most cherished friend into his mess of a life.

From the beginning, he knew it was a bad idea - bringing his friend into the business - but Junhui insisted.

And now, Junhui's son became his own. Yifeng would give the kid the best he could, authority over everything he had. He owed it to Junhui, who only wanted to raise a family. He was single after his beloved died of lung cancer, leaving him alone with his newborn child.

The baby in front of him, breathing lightly with parted lips, was his own, he'd decided. Junhui wouldn't have trusted anyone else with him and Yifeng knew that if anyone else got their hands on the kid, they'd surely use the infant as bait. And Yifeng couldn't let that happen.

His hand clenched harder around his gun a