The Return Of Franklin Miles

CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN

After Conor gave the signal, his men sprang into action almost immediately.

One of Conor’s men, Jake, fired the first shot. It hit Tony in the shoulder, causing him to drop his gun and fall to his knees.

Tony gasped in pain, clutching his shoulder. "Ouch!" he spat, but Jake was already moving on.

Gary tried to fight back, his eyes wild with fear. "You will pay for this!" he yelled, but another of Conor’s men, Sam, was quicker.

Sam kicked the gun out of Gary’s reach, sending it skidding across the floor. Gary lunged for it, but Sam kicked him hard in the chest, sending him to the floor with a groan.

"Stay down," Sam warned, pointing his gun at Gary, who wisely stayed put, his hands raised in surrender.

The ballroom erupted into confusion as gunfire filled the air. All the guests and workers ducked or ran for cover. But the fight was on.

A middle-aged man pulled his wife to the floor behind an overturned table. "Oh God, they’re shooting! Get down! Get down!" His voice was shaky, but he