FALLON
“Are you satisfied?” I spit, the taste of defeat bitter on my tongue as I will myself not to cry.
“Immensely.” Leone leans back, the ghost of a smirk on his lips as the dealer clears the table and exits quickly without so much as a backward glance.
His callous fingers slide along the barrel of the gun sitting next to him on the table, a caress that promises nothing but death. The weapon is an extension of his arrogant will, cold and ready to deliver its final verdict. I watch him pick it up and take aim at my father’s blindfolded form.
“Please,” I whisper. “You have me now; let him go.”
“Unfortunately for you, my dear, mercy isn’t a luxury in my world.”
He pulls the hammer back with a click and something primal surges within me. I can’t—won’t—let my father pay for trying to s
