Why do all victims run knowing they will be caught because their predators are after them? It's useless to run, it's useless to beg, if we catch you you'll die. I see the injured man trying to run until I hear a shot and the man falls dead to the ground. I sigh and look at you - so beautiful, so smart, so dangerous - with your gun pointed at the man. I walk up to you and lower your gun slowly.

"Breathe. You hit him, calm down and smell the blood." I say hoarsely, deepening my dark eyes into yours.

I see several emotions pass through your eyes, maybe the mafia doesn't deserve a woman as fatal as you...