"I swear to the gods, Turo, you shoot me again, I'll rip your throat out," I snarled as his stupid timer went off again. "I'm working as fast as I can. Making me bleed out on your girlfriend's couch isn't really going to help me work any faster."
"Hey, that's not my couch. At least, I didn't buy it," Nik said. "Gramps, you make him bleed as much as you want." She blew the sadist a kiss before she buried her nose in her computer again.
Turo smiled. "See? She doesn't care if you bleed out." He raised his hand again.
I braced for the impact. How many bullets could one stupid Glock 23 carry? For f**k's sake. Every single one of them had been a grazing strike. But damn it, they still hurt like the fires of hell.
My phone rang before he could pull the trigger. I had it connected and up to
