Kenshi's gaze remained fixed on Johnny's blood, a stark reminder of the loss and pain that had engulfed him. His hands trembled as he reached out, wanting to hold onto anything that could bring Johnny back. But it was futile, and the weight of failure settled heavily on his shoulders.

Haroshi's voice cut through the silence like a sharp blade. "It's a shame Johnny had to go like that," he remarked, his tone almost casual despite the gravity of the situation. "I liked him, you know."

Kenshi's eyes narrowed with rage and sorrow as he looked up at Haroshi. "You're a monster," he spat, his voice filled with venom. "You took everything from me."

" You should have known this was going to be the outcome. Next time, be careful who you let in your life. You can never escape your past, Takahashi." Haroshi stated coldly.

Roman's words cut Kenshi like a sharp knife. He didn't want to believe it, but the love of his life was just killed because of him. How will he move on without Johnny? How will he live?

Kenshi started to feel dizzy from the gunshot wound to his leg. Collapsing on his side, Kenshi whimpered in pain, clutching his leg.

Despite the pain, Kenshi's resolve only strengthened in the face of such callousness. "I will avenge Johnny, " he vowed, his voice filled with determination.

Haroshi's lips curled into a cold smirk. "We'll see about that," he replied cryptically, " As much as I want to kill you right now, you're still useful to us. But don't worry, you'll soon join your husband."

Before Kenshi could react, he felt a sharp prick in his neck, and a wave of dizziness washed over him. Panic surged through Kenshi as he realized he'd been drugged. He tried to fight against the effects, to stay conscious, but the drug's grip was too firm.

Kenshi's vision blurred, his limbs feeling heavy and unresponsive as darkness crept in at the edges of his consciousness. He struggled to hold on, to resist the oblivion that threatened to consume him.

But despite his best efforts, Kenshi's body went limp, and he lost consciousness, his last thoughts filled with regret and determination to avenge Johnny.

The world around him blurred, and darkness consumed his vision as he was dragged away, leaving behind the pool of blood that marked the end of one life.

XXXXX

The black SUV cut through the night, its headlights piercing the darkness as Yuri drove, flanked by several silent Yakuza members. In the trunk of the vehicle, Johnny lay pale and motionless, a stark contrast to the violent events that had unfolded just hours ago.

As they traveled, the roads grew increasingly lonely, surrounded by dense forest on either side. The distant glow of city lights faded into obscurity, enveloping them in a blanket of darkness.

Yuri eventually stopped the SUV in the secluded forest, far away from prying eyes or any semblance of civilization.

With calculated efficiency, the Yakuza members pulled Johnny's lifeless body out of the trunk, his form limp and unresponsive.

The forest was eerily silent as they dragged Johnny deeper into its depths, the moonlight filtering through the dense canopy overhead. The sound of a nearby river could be heard, its gentle flow adding a somber backdrop to the grim task at hand.

Yuri's voice cut through the stillness as he ordered the Yakuza members to dispose of Johnny. "Dump him here," he commanded, his tone devoid of emotion. The animals will take care of the rest."

With a callous disregard, the Yakuza members roughly dropped Johnny's body near the edge of the river. He lay on his stomach, blood from his head wound trickling onto the forest floor, staining the earth with a dark, macabre hue.

The river's gentle current lapped at Johnny's motionless form, carrying away traces of blood as it flowed along its course. The moonlight cast an ethereal glow on the scene, highlighting the stark contrast between life and death in the tranquil forest setting.

As the Yakuza members retreated to the waiting SUV, leaving Johnny alone in the wilderness, the night seemed to hold its breath as if bearing witness to the tragic fate that had befallen him.