The Last Gamble

Tommy’s father was a notorious crook. “Double-cross me, and it's over, Father,” Tommy warned, leaning on his father’s desk. The mayor smirked, his fingers tracing a stack of dirty cash. “What if I don’t, son?” he taunted. Tommy’s fingers drummed on the desk before his right hand slipped into his pocket, retrieving a series of glossy photographs, each one a jab at the mayor’s confidence. “You’ll be in prison before lunch.” The mayor’s smirk faded. Tommy’s father grinned, knowing he’d just outsmarted the city’s top negotiator.