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A blaring alarm sounded throughout the hospital, the gunshots clearly announcing the peril. She popped off another shot, this time hitting the man’s leg. “Feck, feck, feck!”
She stared at the gun, then her hands. They weren’t trembling anymore.Adrenaline. It must be adrenaline. I’m not a coldblooded killer… right?
“Isa, give me the gun,” a raspy voice commanded.
Looking up, she met Doc’s blue eyes and mutely handed it over.
He checked the chamber, then sat up and fired the rest of the magazine into the Twelve Brothers prospect. The man’s face went blank, and he staggered backward before crumpling into a mass of blood and flesh. Isa held a hand over her mouth at the bullets’ precision. One hit him in the stomach, one in the chest, and one in his forehead.
“Are you all right?” Doc asked, standing and shaking her shoulders.
She slowly looked away from the dead man and into Doc’s worried eyes. “I’m fine. What about you? He shot at you. Are you okay?”
He pulled her against him, cupping the base of her neck. “Yeah, baby, I’m okay.”
A thundering of boots echoed down the hall. The doorway filled with two security guards and three Macha members. Hawk stood with blood trickling down his face, a vicious expression in his eyes. Cueball was behind him, equally pissed and bloodied.
Doc eased her out of his arms enough to give her a quick once-over.
“It was the missing Twelve Brothers member, wasn’t it?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yeah, he got the drop on Cue, then me,” Hawk filled in. “I came to and heard shots. A car was outside waiting for you, Isa, with a hired hand from the Twelve Brothers. I got that much out of him before I rather nicely punched his lights out.” He rubbed his knuckles. “Either of you injured?”
Her eyes dipped to Doc. The recent events reopened his stitches, a crimson circle expanding on his hospital gown. A sheen of sweat lined his brow, and his face was nearly as white as the sheets on the nearby bed. She gasped at the littering of bullet holes where he’d been lying. A few inches to the left and he would’ve been killed.
“We’re good.” He nodded to the dead imposter. “Him, not so much.”
“He came to take Doc out,” Isa explained. “I had no choice but to shoot him.” She swallowed. “Twice.”
Hawk and Cueball exchanged an impressed glance and stepped fully into the room.
“But I finished him off,” Doc said as the security guards covered the dead man with a sheet.
“There’ll be an investigation, of course, but with the security camera in the corner, you should be fine,” the shorter of the two security guards said. “The police will be here shortly to get statements.”
Isa glanced over her shoulder. She hadn’t even noticed the small camera positioned in the corner of the room near the ceiling.
“Talk about one hell of a day.” Hawk carefully stepped over the body on the floor.
“Prez is on his way,” Cueball said, putting away his phone.
“Good, he can take Isa back to the lodge.” Doc shifted his weight, pain etched on his brow.
“I can’t leave you here.” Her head spun, and suddenly she couldn’t stop her hands from shaking.
Cueball was there, easing her into one of the chairs before she could fall.
“Whoa, I think you need to sit too.” Hawk jumped over and helped Doc into the last open chair, brushing off the glass shards first. “That dress of yours sure shows off the goods,” he teased. “Mazel tov, brother.”
“Didn’t know you were Jewish.” Doc chuckled and flipped Hawk off.
“And I didn’t know you were packing heat down there.” He laughed when Doc gave him both middle fingers. “I’ll go grab the doc, Doc.”
“This is no place for you, princess.” He glanced around the room in disarray. “You need to go home.”
Isa glanced to Cueball, who nodded once, then moved to the doorway. He wouldn’t leave completely, but she was grateful for the minimal privacy. “I am home.”
“Nah, you’re in Colorado, where you keep getting shot at.” He shook his head. “That’s not home, baby. You need to be somewhere safe.”
