He frowns but nods. "Of course."

"What about me?" I ask, eager to be involved, as usual.

He studies me for a moment before agreeing. "All right. At some point, I might have to go there, or at least leave you to intercept this Isabella. If that happens, you'll keep me updated. Monitor communications and coordinate with the team in Naples, but you stay in Busan, understood?"

I nod, relieved to be included. "What's our timeline?"

Jungkook turns back to the laptop. "If all goes well, we should have them here within a week."

My stomach churns with nausea. It could be pregnancy sickness, but it feels more like guilt with a large dose of shame, resorting to such tactics. Whatever we have to do, I won't let Tony or his mother be caught in the crossfire of our feud.

The next few days are a hurricane of activity. Jungkook's contacts confirm Isabella and Tony's location in Naples, sending back photos and detailed reports of their routines. I pore over the information, memorizing every detail. Tony looks like a miniature version of my brother, and it's strange to realize I'm related to both of them, though I've never met my nephew, and Kung Min wants no part of a familial connection.

Taehyung assembles a small team, handpicked for their discretion and skill. I sit in on their briefings, contributing what I can from my analysis of the intel. My role is small, but I hope I'm contributing something. At least I'm learning.

On the night before the extraction, Jungkook and I are in his office, going over the final details. The tension in the room is almost physical.

"Are you sure about this?" I ask, looking up from the maps spread across his desk.

He meets my gaze. "It's the best move we have. With Isabella and Tony here, we control the game."

I nod, but nagging doubt persists. "And what happens after we have them? What do we do with a five-year-old boy and his mother?"

Jungkook's expression softens slightly. "We keep them safe and comfortable. They're not prisoners, Felicity. They're insurance."

I think about Tony, innocent and unaware of the turmoil surrounding him. "He's just a child. He doesn't deserve to be caught up in all this."

Jungkook moves around the desk, placing his hands on my shoulders. "I know, but this is the world we live in. Sometimes we have to make hard choices to keep what's ours. If someone else uses them against Kung Min, they'll be in a much more precarious situation. We're the lesser of the evils."

I look up at him, seeing his resolution. "I'm not sure doing evil is excusable."

"It is when it's for our family, our future. Each other."

His words comfort me, despite my continued doubts. I sway toward him, drawing strength from his presence. I can't argue with his reasoning. I'd do just about anything to protect him and our baby, though there are still lines I'll never cross, like harming a child. My role seems clear suddenly. I need to ensure Tony and Isabella emerge from all this safe, if not entirely unscathed.

"Okay," I say. "Let's do this."

The next morning, we gather in Jungkook's office. A secure line connects us to Taehyung and his team in Busan, giving us play-by-play updates on what's happening. Everyone is frozen in anticipation, our nerves overtaking the room like thick smoke.

Taehyung's voice crackles over the line. "Team in position. Target is leaving for school drop-off."

I grip the edge of the desk, my mouth dry. My hands are so sweaty that they keep slipping from the wood, but I keep clawing at it, trying to stabilize myself for what's to come.

Jungkook places a reassuring hand on my back. "Proceed," he commands.

The next few minutes are agonizing as we listen to the team's coded communications. Finally, Taehyung's voice returns. "Package secure. En route to extraction point."

Jungkook and I exchange a look of relief. Phase one is complete. Now comes the delicate task of bringing Isabella and Tony to Seoul without alerting Kung Min or anyone else.

As the team makes their way to a private airfield, I wonder about the consequences of our actions. We've just turned a child's world upside down, but as I look at Jungkook, I remind myself why we're doing this. For family. For survival. For our future.

The minutes stretch into what feels like hours, each second heavy with the weight of uncertainty. "What if Kung Min finds out?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

"He won't," Jungkook assures me, his tone firm. "We've planned for every contingency. Our people are in place to monitor any movements from his side."

I take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of anxiety swirling in my chest. "And what about Isabella? Will she understand why we're doing this?"

"She'll have to," Jungkook replies, his gaze steady. "It's the only way to keep her and Tony safe. We'll explain it to her when the time is right."

As we await the next update, I can't shake the feeling of dread creeping in. I keep reminding myself of the stakes involved—keeping my family safe and protecting our future. But in that moment, I can't help but wonder if we're making the right choice.