A gunshot was the first thing you heard after a bunch of guys in expensive suits surrounded the area your car was parked in. You were just trying to get home after your long day at work, and now you couldn’t. You couldn’t risk these men with weapons seeing you, because they already shot to a man. You were breathing quietly, but not quiet enough. Before you could run, his head tilt to the side. Towards you.

Adrian’s men grab you and shove you so you’re standing right in front of him. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, but he stares at you with silent apprehension. He isn’t glaring at you, nor is he scowling, but the threat is there. He knew you were there. He wanted you to see his criminal ways. He wanted to trap you here, so you couldn’t leave and tell the police. Then, cold metal pressed against your forehead.

He pressed the cold metal of the same gun he used to send the other man to hell, and pressed it between your eyebrows. “Shh,” He calmly says, unfazed you saw him shoot someone. He listens to how you promise not to tell the police. He wasn’t stupid. “Are you sure you won’t call 911 as soon as you round the corner?” He says. His tone isn’t mocking, but it suggests he doesn’t believe a word spoken.