Page 102 of The Moment They Can Never Forgive
They slammed into the workbench, tools clattering to the floor. Grill’s breath was hot and sour in Dan’s face, the man’s strength equal to his.
Dan shoved him back, aiming a knee to his gut. Grill grunted, but his fist caught Dan across the cheekbone, snapping his head sideways. Stars exploded behind his eyes.
He stumbled, and Grill lunged again, but this time Dan caught his wrist, wrench and all, twisting hard until the metal clanged to the concrete.
They went down in a heap, Dan’s knee on his chest, his free hand fighting to get the cuffs out. Grill bucked hard, nearly throwing him, and Dan’s injured arm screamed in protest.
The door burst open behind him, and in the moment Dan took to look back, Grill threw him off. Seconds later, he was running for the door.
“You good?” Uncle Asher barked, sprinting past.
“Go!” Dan urged, regaining his feet and following. He was greeted with the roar of a motorcycle, and in seconds, Grill had gone.
“Shit,” Dan hissed.
“We got him. He has nowhere to run,” Uncle Asher said, returning to the room. “Now where are you hurt, nephew?”
The Bandits were rounded up,and some were taken to Lyntacky and the others to the next town over, seeing as they didn’t have the cell space. Dan was taken to Dr. Hannah.
Four hours later he was home in his bed with a busted shoulder and plenty of pain meds, pissed off because Grill had got the better of him.
His family had all arrived and fussed over him, which he’d put up with but didn’t want. His mother had force-fed him food and more pills. Now, finally, he was alone in his bed, wallowing in self-pity.
Dan’s phone rang, and seeing it was his uncle, he answered.
“We’ll find him, and this is not your fault” were Uncle Asher’s first words. “So, sleep, heal, and let us finish this for you. We did good tonight, Dan. Real good. We busted a drug ring that’s been running for years.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Do you?”
He sighed.
“Sleep, nephew, and know I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks, Uncle Asher.”
He lay back as the pain made his head spin and eased the ache to a dull throb in his shoulder. His eyes were just closing when the phone rang again.
“What?” Dan said, not looking at the ID, as it was bound to be a concerned family member.
“Dan?”
“Leah?”
“Are you…are you all right? Uncle Callum went to get pizza and heard you were hurt.” Her voice wavered, the worry threaded through it, and he shouldn’t have felt as pleased as he did to hear it.
“I broke my shoulder,” he said slowly, careful not to slur. “Grill did it.”
“That bastard!” Leah snapped. “I’ve hated him for years. Is he locked up?”
“I can’t talk about it, honey.”
She went quiet at that.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “Pain meds have me a little out of it.”
“Are you hurting badly?” she asked after a moment.
