FALLON
Milo hesitates, his calculating eyes never leaving me. Eventually, he steps aside, unlocking the handcuffs my father wears and allowing my blindfolded father to shuffle away from the line of fire.
Keeping the guns aimed squarely at the two men, I wait. This isn’t over, not by a long shot. For now, I’ve regained some semblance of control, and I’d be damned if I let it slip through my fingers again. Sweat beads on my forehead, mingling with the blood and grime, and my arm wavers for a moment under the weight of the gun. I fight through the pain, shooting up from my wounded shoulder, steadying my aim at Leone and Milo.
“Consider your next move carefully,” I grind out through clenched teeth, my voice low as my body moves hesitantly for a chair. I motion for Milo to move next to Leone
