I grunted at the pain that flared through my chest when the bullet hit me and then pulled my gun and shot the man who had put a bullet in the Kevlar covering my chest.
I was nice. I shot him in the leg. He went down with a scream, dropping his gun and clutching at his leg.
I glanced at the other two gunmen. “What are you going to do?”
They both dropped their guns and lay down on the floor, locking their fingers together over their heads.
“Good choice.” I kicked their guns away.
“You shot me!” The guy seemed so offended.
I raised one eyebrow. “You shot me first.”
So there.
“You’re a cop!”
“Actually, I’m a lieutenant on SWAT Team One, but that’s beside the point.” I pointed to where Lany and Eddie were sitting. “You took my husband hostage. That puts you at the top of my shit list.”
Considering the man was bleeding from a gunshot wound, the lack of blood in his face made sense, so I was surprised when he paled even more. I hadn’t thought it was possible.
“Now, you have two choices here. You can do what your associates have done and get down on your stomach, fingers laced together behind your head, and I will allow the paramedics to come in and deal with your wound, or…”
“Or?”
I know it was perverse of me to draw this out, but the guy had taken Lany hostage. He deserved a little torture.
“Or we can wait for Eddie’s family to find out you shot him.” I shrugged as if his decision meant nothing to me. I could go either way. “And if that happens, me shooting you is going to be the least of your worries.”
There’d be nothing left of the guy.
The gunman glanced over at Eddie, his brows drawing together. “What’s so special about him?”
I chuckled. I know it was in bad taste, but I couldn’t help it. The guy had no clue the shit pile he had just stepped in.
“You ever heard of the Gambino crime family?”
Just that fast, the man’s eyes were back on me. “Yeah, who hasn’t?”
True. You pretty much had to live under a rock not to have heard of the Gambino crime family. They ran all of the Upper East Side.
“You just shot Carlos Gambino’s son.”
“He can’t be Carlos Gambino’s son. He’s Asian.”
“He was adopted.”
“Oh shit.”
“Yeah.” I grinned evilly. “You’re fucked.”
“Arrest me!” the man shouted. “You have to arrest me.”
“I don’t have to do anything.”
“But I took your husband hostage.”
“Did you?” My eyebrow went back up. Without taking my eyes off the man, I called out, “Lany, were you taken hostage?”
