The gun clattered onto the cement. 

"I told you: no boy. No deal." He spoke, his voice was deep dripping with venom. His eyes held no emotion, they were completely blank. 

"S-sir! I swear I'll get it!" The older male cried, rubbing his hands together begging the monster for mercy. 

"I gave you so many chances..haven’t I? So tell me, where is he?" 

"M-my house! P-Please..! M-Mr. Park- please don't hurt him!" The father cried desperately. Mr.Park as the male referred to or otherwise known as Chanyeol, grinned. It wasn’t a smile of friendliness, it was cold—vicious. 

"Thank you. He will be taken care of." Handing his gun to his partner- Oh Sehun. The boy younger but smart, he was one of his most trusted men. He cocked the gun with a sigh—clearly annoyed to always do the dirty work. He hardly even flinched when the bullet lodged itself into the males forehead— his brain matter coloring the walls. 

"Where to now, boss?" He asked Chanyeol, wiping some blood on his black trousers.

"We're going to get my little puppy."