Sutter pointed his weapon at Liam’s chest. “That’s how you want to play this game?” “I’m not playing any games. Are you?” “I should kill you!” “Kill me, and you commit suicide.” Tension hummed in the air. Every muscle taut, Liam applied the slightest pressure to the trigger. If Sutter even flinched, he would end him. Then Sutter’s men would finish Liam off, too. Plus Bishop and the cops. It was a zero-sum game.
