I pick up the gun.
I know it’s the deadliest weapon. The only one I know how to yield because Zeke taught me.
How ironic that one of the men responsible for teaching me how to use a gun will be the first I use my skills on.
Ironic and sad. Because I don’t want to hurt him. But the only way to save Enzo from himself is by ending this—fast.
As quickly as possible.
The other weapons would only draw it out. I don’t know how to use a whip. I’ve thrown a knife, but that was mostly luck, and I can’t get that close and hurt Zeke. He’s not tied up. He would never let me hurt him. The only weapon where I can keep my distance and still hurt him is a gun.
I hold the metal in my hand, hoping that me holding it will be enough for Zeke to change his mind. Enough for him to stop this.
“Don’t
