Under My Father In-Law's Touch
My men and his were still trading shots in the background, but for the two of us, the world had shrunk to this single, lethal moment.
"You're right," I whispered, my eyes narrowing. "I won't shoot you."
I shifted my aim and fired a single shot—not at him, but at the overhead crane's pulley system directly above his guards.
The massive iron hook, weighing tons, came crashing down with the force of a meteor. It didn't hit the Don, but the impact sent his guards flying and shattered their shield formation. The phone flew out of my father's hand, skidding across the oil-slicked floor.