Flash Marriage: In His Eyes-Chapter 200: Moving the Chess Pieces

–Jane–

It would be the end of us if Kei dies. While treating him, I listened carefully to every word he said, not daring to interrupt. My eyes widened at his revelation, but I forced myself to stay focused—steady hands, steady breath. I kept patching him up, my fingers working quickly to seal the wound.

"Don’t sleep," I muttered firmly.

Kai scooped him up and carried him out of the room. The caretakers, armed with their katanas, fell into formation behind us, but I didn’t trust anyone here—not anymore.

We descended into the basement where a stretcher was waiting. Kenzo was nowhere to be found. Those traitors.

Kai laid Kei down while Logan helped stabilize him. Sophia led the way, and I ran backward, eyes scanning every direction as we moved. We reached an ambulance parked away from the villa—part of the contingency plan.

Kei was placed in the backseat. I immediately fitted an oxygen mask over his face, turned on the tank, and slipped on my gloves. Peeling back his robe, I examined his body—multiple lacerations, no gunshot wounds. It was a knife.

"Can you perform surgery?" Logan asked.

"Not without proper tools," I replied, tone clipped. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"You know how to do surgery?" Sophia asked from the driver’s seat.

"Yes," I answered simply.

"We’re heading to the underground hospital."

"Knights are here," Logan muttered under his breath.

I kept my attention on Kei’s vitals, making sure his breathing was stable and his BP wasn’t dropping.

"How long?" I asked Sophia.

"I’ll make it in under twenty minutes," she said.

The stretcher jolted as Logan steadied it.

"We forgot Moon," I said suddenly.

"Don’t worry. Moon’s a survivor—he’s probably already hiding," Logan reassured me.

But I couldn’t afford to think about anyone else. Kei’s pulse was weakening.

"Damn it, they’re after the Knights too!" Kai shouted. I glanced out the window—one of the knights narrowly avoided death, ditching his bike and leaping over a car.

"Jane!" Logan called.

I shook my head and focused back on the monitor. "Stay with me, Kei." I adjusted the oxygen and spoke clearly, hoping my voice would ground him. "Don’t worry, buddy. We’ll make sure your research stays safe."

He gave a faint smile. "Tha–thank you, Jane... I had fun too, Logan."

"You better keep that oxygen level steady, bro," Logan said with a half-smile. "I’ll hook you up with the best ladies once you’re out."

Kei’s lips curved slightly before his eyes fluttered shut.

"Stay conscious!" Logan barked.

The drive felt endless, but finally, Sophia reached the underground hospital. I didn’t know how she lost those bastards, but within five minutes, we were inside the garage. A full medical team in white uniforms stood ready. They yanked open the doors and pulled the stretcher out.

I climbed onto it, manually pumping oxygen into Kei’s lungs as we rushed down the corridor.

"Kei!" I called. "Kei, stay with me!"

Everything blurred—the pounding footsteps, the bright lights, the shouting voices. My adrenaline was in overdrive.

The operating room was ready—Knights, Bishops, and Pawns all coordinating, laying out different blood types and instruments. I changed into scrubs in seconds, disinfected my hands, and joined the team.

Three doctors stood beside me. It had been a while since I’d operated on anyone, but I wouldn’t be leading this one. Still, I wouldn’t stand back either.

I took a deep breath, steady and cold. Kei had to survive.

If he didn’t... this mission would fail. And I would not—could not—disappoint Livana.

–Livana–

Something was wrong—I could feel it, that subtle shift in the air like the calm before a storm. Still, I fed my baby with practiced serenity, my gaze fixed on the live footage from the villa. The betrayal unfolded in high definition before my eyes.

Kenzo.

I had expected his arrogance. I had not expected his stupidity. And dragging Keiko into this little stunt of his? How predictable. But why Kei? Why not Logan? Ah... of course. He couldn’t kill Logan if he tried. That bastard’s a trained weapon, and Kenzo’s nothing but an impulsive pawn trying to play the role of a king.

"Are you hungry?" Damon’s voice broke through my thoughts as he stirred awake. He must’ve noticed the space beside him empty. He walked over, kissed my cheek, then glanced at the tablet. "What’s that?"

"My villa got ambushed," I said evenly. "Kenzo just betrayed me."

"Hmm." He pressed a kiss on the crown of my head, fingers brushing the small scar there as if checking it. "Well, are you hungry?"

"Maybe a glass of milk and a sandwich," I murmured, tone casual.

"Sure, sure."

It was four in the morning. My body had already adapted to the rhythm—feeding every two to three hours. Hunger came with the duty. My son’s tiny face, those plump cheeks, reminded me why I endured the sleepless nights. I touched his button nose gently.

"You look just like your father," I said softly, smiling. "And you eat just like him too."

He released my nipple and cooed, as if replying. That sound—soft, innocent—almost made me forget the bloodshed flickering across the screen. I lifted him to my chest, patting his back until he burped. Good. He kept the milk down this time.

"I love you, Sky," I whispered against his downy hair. "But don’t tell your dad I said it first."

He cooed, and as I giggled. Damon would throw a jealous fit if he heard those words. My Knights were already cleaning up the villa, and the caretakers—retired Knights and Bishops—were taking control. I doubted Kenzo even knew that. My mother’s aces always stayed hidden until the game turned deadly.

I swiped across the tablet, pulling up the feed from the operating room.

"Jane is assisting the surgery," Sophia’s voice came through the mic. On-screen, Kai and Logan were donating blood. Same type as Kei. Efficient. Predictable. Controlled chaos.

I didn’t panic. I never do.

Kei once told me that if he ever died, his nephew would take his place. The files were secured in a hidden drive. His last wish was that his family be cared for, and I would see to it—though, truth be told, I didn’t think he’d die. Not with Jane there. I chose my people carefully.

"Babe," Damon returned, carrying a tray. He set it down gracefully. "Let me have that little guy."

I handed Sky to him. He took our son to the bed, rocking him gently while I began eating in silence.

Reports streamed in: Kenzo and Keiko were captured. The women who’d been with Kei were unharmed. The elderly caretakers had only minor injuries. The villa was secure again.

My phone vibrated on the table. A single X flashed on the screen. Mother.

I answered immediately. "Hello."

"How’s my first princess?" Her voice was as smooth as always—sweet, deadly, familiar.

"I’m perfectly fine," I said with a smile, glancing at Damon who was patting Sky’s back in rhythm. "Damon’s coaxing Sky to sleep."

"And Laura?"

"Laura’s a perfect mother."

Mother chuckled. "Good. Now tell me about Japan."

I leaned back slightly. "Jane and Logan discovered a mole within the Empire faster than I anticipated. I sent a Rook to deal with Oyabun himself. He should be well aware of his son’s insolence by now. But I’ll let the Rook handle it."

The Knights will clean the mess. The Bishops will shield the Pawns that matter. Every piece has its role—mine is to stay two moves ahead.

"Do you need assistance?" Mother asked.

"Hmm," I hummed thoughtfully. "I can handle this one."

"You just gave birth, Liva. It hasn’t even been a month."

"I know," I sighed. "And I have a husband who cares far too much. It’s... annoyingly dramatic."

From across the room, I heard Damon grunt—a subtle protest. I turned to smirk at him.

"Babe, who are you talking to?" he asked suspiciously.

"My best friend," I said smoothly.

Mother laughed through the line. "I miss you both. And Laura too." She paused, her tone shifting. "As for your half-sister—she’s in Denmark with Tyrona."

"Oh." I exhaled slowly. "I couldn’t care less about that woman. But I do care about who Tyrona’s been contacting."

"She’s linked to the CIA and the FSB. And I believe ASIS is involved now. What do you think?"

"They can all work together for all I care," I said, sipping my warm milk. "But the Red Bull are in the mix too, which means the underground dogs are sniffing around again."

I leaned back, thinking deeply. Calculating. Every move in this war of shadows mattered.

"Do you think Oyabun was involved?"

"No. Kenzo acted alone."

I watched as Kei’s heart monitor dipped dangerously low on the screen. The doctors moved in a coordinated blur, not a hint of panic on their faces. That’s how I trained them to be—sharp, unshakable.

Still... a flicker of unease pricked my chest.

I don’t want Kei to die. Not yet.

Not when the game has only just begun.