Grayson POV
I feel the bullet tear into my flesh, my body instantly jerking at the impact, my assistant crouched beside me, the men we'd hired firing hopelessly back. We had been so sure we could corner those who were messing with the supply trucks but they had been expecting us. Either that or they had been unusually cautious, this time several men attacking at once. When we had joined in, trying to defend the supplies and the truck, I had been hit, taking protection from behind a vehicle, Thomas holding tightly to his gun as he glanced at me in concern.
"Grayson, are you alright?" he asked as I peeled back my shirt, clenching my jaw and looking down at the wound with an irritable expression.
"It's just a graze" I grunted although that was a lie.
At least the bullet had gone throug
