CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Keri felt a bit of bile rise in her throat and swallowed it back down. Her hands shook slightly as she gripped her gun and she hoped Laker Cap couldn’t tell from where he stood.
She had been so close to cooling things off but now he’d escalated the situation. She reminded herself that despite his threat, nothing had really changed.
“You don’t want to do that, Boss. If you kill my girlfriend, what do you think I’m going to do, crawl up in a ball and start crying? Or shoot you until I’m out of bullets?”
Laker Cap appeared to be considering the scenario. She continued, not wanting to lose the upper hand.
“The only way this ends well for you is if you step away from her, lie down on your stomach, and let her remove your gun from your waistband. Then we go. Margaret here
