This is a continuation of ‘Don’t Test Me‘
“Don’t you dare move!” Brian barked, his gun aimed at the man bent over and coughing. He fingered the trigger. “I swear, you move and I’ll put a bullet in your head.”
Adam Clarke slowly lifted his head. “You wouldn’t —”
A shot rang out.
“Brian, stand down!” Michael ordered.
“That was a warning,” Brian cautioned. “And apparently, Dad, you don’t know what I would or wouldn’t do.”
“You’re not my son,” Clarke shot back. “Your mother was a whore before I met her. I turned her into a respectable lady. I only adopted you because I loved her.”
“I’m glad I’m not your son!” Brian shouted. “Who wants to be the son of a traitor?”
“Brian!” Michael admonished as he moved behind Clarke and cuffed him. “I’m half-inclined to let Brian put a bullet in your head, but I have orders to bring you in alive. So, don’t test me.” [Read more…] about Always Have a Plan C