CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Put the g*n down,” the officer yelled out. “A man is down, get an ambulance,” he shouted into his radio
“It’s like I told you,” Vincent said, “this was a private party, and they brought drugs in. That’s my nephew on the ground. You get them out of here now, or my next call will be to your superior.”
“Move away from me Gia,” Elliott told me. He next turned to the police officer. “You’re going to take out the g*n and point it at me and I’m going to remove my badge from my jacket pocket.”
The officer took out his g*n.
“No,” I said frantically. “I won’t move away. Look at my torn dress. He and his nephew brought me here against my will. This man rescued me.”
“She’s lying, and he has a g*n,” Vincent pointed out. “Shoot him.”
“You must, Gia,” Elliott said. “Do it no
