Jimmy felt the cold touch of the gun.
His mind shoved all images of being shot at from his mind.
He wasn’t thinking about his father. Nor of his sister, Mallory, who had taken a bullet for him a couple of years ago. No way, not now, not with so many people in such a confined space. He grabbed, he yanked, but suddenly was pushed by a force of nature, knocking the breath out of him as he fell to the floor with a hard thud, almost landing underneath a piano.
Shit, he thought.
He scrambled back up but felt a kick on the side of his head. His brain rattled. A blink of an eye passed, and he refocused. Stood up. And that’s when he heard the discharge of the gun. A sharp blast, then a second shot. A third one. It’s like time stopped, the only thing in motion the bullets which had been fired fr
