Author's pov:

Jessica is playing with some children at the park. A goon named John was watching her with his lustful gaze. Suddenly, Dion arrives with his gang. He places a hand on John's shoulder, making him jump and turn around to face him. Dion is the mafia leader-John's boss. John was new to this Job. Dion's aura commanded respect. John immediately bows to him.

John: Good evening, boss.

Dion: What are you looking at?

John smirks and leans closer, lowering his voice.

John: I've got a great gift for you, boss.

Dion raises an eyebrow, waiting for him to elaborate. John points toward Jessica.

John: That free bird over there looks too tempting. I bet you'd enjoy feasting on her.

Dion's eyes shifts to Jessica. She looks so pure, so beautiful-like a happy butterfly. He chuckles darkly, an ironic edge to his laugh.

Dion might be a cruel man, one who kills for money and power, but he isn't a pervert. His subordinates knew exactly what was coming for John. Dion's bodyguards exchange nervous glances, their faces pale with dread.

Without a word, Dion grabs John and drags him into a dark alley. John follows, still confused. When they stops, he finally opens his mouth.

John: Why did you bring me here, boss?

Bang! A gunshot echoes through the alley as Dion shoots John in both legs one by one. John collapses to the ground, groaning in pain, still struggling to process what was happening.

John: B-Boss!

Dion crouches down in front of him, forcing the barrel of his gun under John's chin and tilting his face upward. Their eyes locks.

Dion: What should I do with your filthy, perverted eyes.

John's hands trembles as he brings them together, pleading for mercy.

John: I-I'm sorry, boss! Please, forgive me...

Dion stands up, towering over him with cold indifference.

Dion: You'd better be.

Before John could say another word, Dion fires. The bullet tears through one of John's eyes, drawing a blood-curdling scream from him.

Nearby, Jessica was walking past the alley when the gunshots reaches her ears. She rushes toward the sound, her curiosity overriding her instincts. But as soon as she reaches the alley, she freezes in place. Her wide eyes witnesses Dion coldly shooting John in the chest, ending his life. She gasps, instinctively covering her mouth to suppress any sound.

One of Dion's bodyguards, Ron, notices her presence and speaks up.

Ron : Boss!

Dion followes Ron's gaze and sees Jessica standing by the walls of the alley, her face pale and stricken with fear. Their eyes meet for a split second before Jessica turns and bolts, running for her life.

She runs as fast as her legs could carry her, her heart pounding in the speed of a supersonic train. But her escape was short-lived. She stumbles on the road, as she looks up, she sees a gun pointed straight at her. Standing a few inches away is another of Dion's bodyguards, Rex, his expression unreadable.

She is trapped. Jessica's heart nearly leaped out of her chest. The sound of her own heartbeat thunderes in her ears, drowning out everything else.