CHAPTER 165

I held my gun with a smirk on my face. It had been so long that I wanted to see him with the barrel of a gun pointed directly at him. It was karma. I remember when I had been in his same position twenty years ago—scared and hurt.

“She did.” I laughed. “Isabella, come here, doll.”

She hesitated, but with one look at the gun in my hand, she came over to where I stood.

“You told me you were going to prove to me where your loyalty lies, so do it. Prove it to me,” I growled.

Her eyes widened when I handed her a different gun. It was small, but it could cause just as much damage as any gun could.

“What? No! This isn’t part of the plan!” Isabella shouted. Her eyes were wide as she held the gun. Despite it being small, it looked big in her tiny hands.

Suddenly, her dad made a move at her, leaving her to aim the gun at him. Her breathing was heavy as she stared at her father. There was a quiver as she held the gun. Perspiration coated her forehead and her chest was rising and falling dramatica