Chapter 48 Shots Fired [Kristoff]

• “I'm going to ask you politely once more, bro. Put the fucking gun down,” I growl, my eyes fixed on his trembling hands. I can't spend much time here because of Titania. I know she can't stay alone downstairs for long. And her coming up in this critical point in time is dangerous. Very dangerous.
• “Turn. The. Gun. Off.” I tilt my head to the side, grinning when his eyes widens and he realizes I'm blocking both exits. Good. There's no way he's leaving here with those items in his pocket. I don't care what I have to do to retrieve them. I don't care if I kill him in doing so. He's bitten off more than he can chew already. “I know Uncle Williams. He can't possibly have his men beat you up like this.”
• I'm stalling for time. Goading him. In truth he deserved every beating he got, and even more. I should never have tolerated his shenanigans over the years. I should have put aside familial ties and sentiments, and given him the beating of his life, just as Pete suggested countless times. I've been too lenient, letting his misdemeanors slide, and he's always mistaken that for weakness. He thinks because we're brothers, I would never raise a hand on him.