Chapter 192 - Foster

"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 fuck'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 my ear before he could say anything.

Or pout. The sick fucker pouted when he didn't get to shoot me on time.

"Ambright," I said quickly, my voice a little higher than normal as effervescent