Payback
He let out a choked scream, his knees buckled, and he fell to the floor. Throwing aside the iron object she had hit him with, she stood there, watching him writhe in pain. She was not done with him yet.
She strode to her cabinet, looked at their photograph on the dresser table, picked it, turned and threw it straight at him. He winced; he still didn’t have the strength to stand up. His years of practice in self-defense failed him. He was simply stunned. She had his gun in her hand and was waving it ferociously at him. It was fully loaded.