Allison's POV.
Peter Donovan’s curses rang out as he stumbled to his feet, clutching his jaw. “You b***h! I’m going to deal with you myself.”
Before he could make another move, I was on him. I swept his legs out from under him with a swift kick, sending him crashing to the floor. I had my gun drawn and pressed firmly under his chin before he could react.
His men reacted immediately, pointing their guns at me, their fingers twitching on the triggers. “Don’t even think about it,” I snarled, pushing the barrel harder against Peter’s throat. “I’ll kill him first before any of you have a chance to fire.”
The tension in the air was thick. Peter’s men hesitated, confusion and fear building in their eyes. Peter himself was livid, his face red with anger and humiliation. “You b***h, let me go!”
