Page 22 of Stilettos & Whiskey
He quickly holstered his gun. “Fine, I’ll just bend him a little.”
“I want that fucking bitch. Now or people start dying!” the moron bellowed.
A woman screamed, “He’s got a gun!”
His lips drawn back in a feral snarl, Grandpa stepped through the privacy curtain.
“Oh, hell.” I slid off the bed. “This is going to get ugly.”
Doc Halliday yanked out his cellphone. “I’m calling 9-1-1.”
“They won’t make it in time.” I blinked rapidly. Crap, there were two of everything and why did the hallway tilt to one side? I increased my pace at the sounds of fists hitting flesh. Pulling my gun, I hurried into the waiting room and stumbled to a stop. It was empty except for a heavyset man sprawled on the floor. I guess the sick and injured had run for their lives.
“Give me your cuffs,” Grandpa Reynolds ordered.
I handed them to him. The man could be Evans’ twin, beer belly and all. Yeow! How had Grandpa done that much damage in such a short time and with a bazooka slung over his shoulder?
Dad and the boys rushed into the waiting room with guns drawn.
“Code Four.” My knees buckled and I hit the floor as everything spun around me. “Ugh. I don’t feel so good.”
Grandpa picked me up and kissed my forehead. “You should have stayed put. I told you I wouldn’t kill him.”
“You did.” I lay my head on his shoulder and wished the room would quit spinning.
Utter disbelief in his voice, Dad said, “You kissed Julie.”
“Sheismy granddaughter and Gemma said if I wanted to be a part of this family, I had to act like you all.”
“But you are never affectionate with anyone,” Lucas replied.
Grandpa puckered up. “Come closer and I’ll kiss you too.”
“Holy hell,” Nate exclaimed. “Did you hit your head Grandpa Reynolds?”
The man on the floor began to moan, “Lawyer. I. Want. A. Lawyer.”
“You threw the first punch, asshole.” Grandpa carried me over to the gurney Doc Halliday had brought out.
“Incoming hostiles,” Logan warned.
“Get Julie out of here,” Lucas bellowed.
“I’ve got a gun.”
Doc Halliday quickly wheeled me back to bay two. “But can you hit your target?”
“Probably not.”
“Your grandfather is one strange man,” Doc Halliday said and began his exam.
“You have no idea.” I frowned when gunfire erupted.
Kaboom!
“Oh hell, Grandpa used the bazooka.”
Doc Halliday peered out the privacy curtains. “There’s an armored Humvee on fire in the parking lot.”
