The silver of her dress was unmistakable, even in the darkness only illuminated by the lights from the house in the distance, and though several tall lamp posts lined the edges of the yard but their lights were turned off and Jean ran, the tears welling up in his eyes as more and more of Vito's men came out of the darkness, running towards him with guns in their hands.
"Scarlett!" He yelled her name with everything in him, his voice echoing around the yard and resounding in his ears, the tears rolling down his cheek as one of the men shot at him but missed and he reached a fist forward to knock the person over with a desperate blow to the nose.
"Scarlett!" Another masked person reached for him with a punch he dodged. "Scarlett! Are you okay?!" He was screaming out desperately, hoping she would hear and answer him.
She couldn't be dead. She couldn't possibly be dead.
