The cold winter breeze wafted through their hair and made the four people standing there shiver, as they waited for their informer to meet them at the usual meeting place behind a business disguised as a coffee shop. They have been here for the past fifteen minutes. Everyone was in their usual black outfits except for the man who was standing near the entrance of the alley, he was in his tailored business suit.

His stance was nonchalant like he had no care in the world, but that was just a ruse. If you look closely, you can see his sharp eyes scanning the area, and his body is alert like he is ready to attack whoever may cross him. He let out an annoyed grunt and turned to one of his men. "Where is he?"

"Boss, he said he'll be here in 5mins." One of his men said with a tremor in his voice; before he could say anything, he heard a whimper coming from the corner of the coffee shop. He looked at where the voice came from and started walking towards the noise. When he reached the front of the coffee shop he saw the back of a lady, who was crouched down and talking to something. He was hidden in the darkness not visible to her. She looked no older than 20.

He took his gun out of his Hollister pointing at her for intruding into his space.

"Hey, kitty kitty kitty." He was about to pull the trigger when he heard her voice. Sweet. He thought, but then he scoffed immediately 'Since when did I think people's voices were sweet?' he thought. The kitten hesitantly walked out, into her arms. She gasped as the kitten rubbed its head on her hand. His lips twitched slightly.

The girl carefully picked up the kitten and snuggled it into her chest. She was whispering something to it that he couldn't hear and the cat meowed back. She let out a melodious laugh. That laugh did something to him.

He wanted to look at her face and willed her to turn around.

Turn around. Turn around.

And she did. He felt like his breath had been knocked out of his lungs. He was mesmerized looking at her. He wanted to go closer and have a good look at her. When he was about to go, a boy on his bike stopped beside her. She was startled and jumped back and looked at the boy who was laughing at her.

"Are you crazy, you gave me a heart attack." She scolded him and lightly hit him on his shoulder. He observed their interaction and how at ease they were with each other. The girl was showing him the kitten smiling at him like she couldn't see anyone else other than him. He felt fiery rage burning within his veins as he watched how she was playfully scowling at him.

He noted that he didn't like her smiling at him. He raised his gun and pointed at the boy.

He felt the weight of the gun in his hand as he aimed it at the boy, the fiery rage pulsing through him like a living entity. The thought of ending the boy's life right there and then was almost too tempting. He didn't understand why, but the sight of her smiling so freely at someone else ignited a possessiveness he hadn't felt in years.

The boy was still laughing, oblivious to the danger he was in. The girl, too, was engrossed in her conversation, holding the kitten close to her chest as she spoke to the boy, her laughter a melodic sound that only deepened the man's irritation.

His finger tightened on the trigger, but just as he was about to make a fatal move, the girl glanced in his direction. Their eyes locked for a brief moment, and the connection was electric, freezing him in place. The innocence in her eyes, the warmth of her smile-it all clashed violently with the cold, ruthless world he was entrenched in.

She tilted her head slightly, as if sensing something was off, and he quickly lowered his gun, stepping back further into the shadows. His heart was pounding in his chest, a sensation he wasn't used to. What was it about this girl that made him hesitate, that made him feel something he hadn't allowed himself to feel in a long time?

The boy on the bike noticed her distracted gaze and turned to look where she was staring, but by then, the man had already blended back into the darkness, his presence undetected.

"What's wrong Di?" the boy asked, following her gaze but seeing nothing. Di, So he was her brother. I smirked, poor guy just escaped from being killed.

"Nothing," she replied, shaking her head and turning her attention back to the kitten. "I just thought I saw something."

"You're probably just tired," the boy said with a smile, ruffling her hair playfully. "Come on, let's get out of here. It's getting late."

She nodded, still looking a bit unsure, but allowed herself to be led away by the boy. The girl climbed his bike and zoomed past him on the street, her laughter and the boy's chatter slowly fading into the distance.

The man in the suit watched them go, his eyes narrowing as the cold wind bit into his skin. He couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't over. Something about her had caught his attention, and he knew himself well enough to know that once he was interested in something someone-he wouldn't let it go easily.

"Boss, the informer's here," one of his men called out, pulling him from his thoughts.

He turned away from the direction the girl had gone and refocused on the task at hand. There were more pressing matters to attend to, but the memory of her would linger. She had stirred something inside him, something he couldn't quite name. And whether it was a good or bad thing, he wasn't sure.

As he walked back to his men, he silently vowed to find out more about her. Whoever she was, she had unknowingly entered his world, and there was no escaping it now. He would see to that personally.

For now, though, there was business to handle. He steeled himself, pushing all thoughts of her to the back of his mind-at least until this meeting was over. But he knew, deep down, that this girl was going to be a problem, a distraction he couldn't afford, yet one he was inexplicably drawn to.