“You threatened an innocent child in my house.
And you killed my mother.”
“And now,” Adrian grinned, raising his weapon, “I take your life.”
“No,” I said quietly.
“You don’t.”
I didn’t shoot at Adrian.
I aimed my 9mm directly above his head and fired two rapid shots into the central bronze hook holding the three-ton crystal chandelier to the ceiling.
VIII.
The Ledger of Naples
The heavy iron bolts holding the master chandelier groaned under the sudden impact, snapping with a sound like a cannon shot.
La enorme estructura cristalina, miles de libras de hierro, latón y vidrio cortado, se hundió directamente a través del centro del vestíbulo.
“¡Cuidado!” Uno de los mercenarios gritó.
¡CHOQUE!
Una explosión ensordecedora de vidrio roto, mármol astillado y metal desgarrador resonó a través de la mansión.
The chandelier slammed directly onto two of the tactical guards, crushing them beneath a mountain of sharp crystal and heavy iron.
Dust and shattered glass filled the air like a localized storm.
I didn’t wait for the dust to clear.
I leaped over the balcony railing, dropping twelve feet down onto the landing, landing in a low roll.
