Page 66 of Deadly Aloha
Bacon growled something low under his breath before pulling her to him and kissing her mouth.
I put my teeth to my lip and blew out a sharp whistle. “Romantic,” I snapped when they both turned a glare on me. “Still bleeding here.”
Since there wasno furniture upstairs that had survived the onslaught of bullets, the twins had to help me down the stairs to the basement. I was shaking off the sedative but I figured it was less dignified to fall down the stairs and break my neck than it was to accept help from them. Shortly after they laid me out on a couch that had seen far too much ass, Tangaloa, Tommy, and Spirit came charging down the stairs.
My ex-brother-in-law took in my condition and gasped out, “Lu?”
I inclined my head towards the fake wall. “Inside.” When he went towards it, I called out, “Tangaloa!” He paused, looking back at me. “Pua’s in there, too.”
Now was not the time for my brother’s sensitivities towards my niece. To my surprise, though, Tangaloa didn’t hesitate. He rushed faster towards the door. When he realized it was lockedfrom the inside, he started talking to Lu, instructing her to come out.
I had told her not to open the door for anyone but me, but she trusted Tangaloa as much as I did.
As soon as the door opened, Tangaloa reached for Pua, who was now awake, in Lu’s arms. “Is she hurt? Is she okay?”
Lu looked just as surprised as I felt. Apparently Tangaloa’s statement from the other day that he feltnothingwhen he’d looked at Pua had been less than truthful.
“She’s fine. Where’s Alo—” Lu stopped halfway through saying my name when she saw me on the couch. She took a step towards me, but then froze, looking back at Tangaloa and Pua.
“I’ve got her,” he told Lu, bouncing Pua in his arms. He was turned so her back was to me. “It’s fine. Go to him.”
Lu hurried over, tears in her eyes. “I told you not to get yourself killed!” she complained.
“Do I look dead?” I asked her in all seriousness. She knelt by the couch, taking my right hand. I stretched my neck a little so I could kiss the back of her hand. “I’m fine,Hokupa?a.”
Tommy snorted as he knelt down next to Lu. “You need to have your medical license revoked if this is your definition of ‘fine’, Prez.”
I glared at my Enforcer. I did not need him upsetting Lu.
Tommy slipped on a pair of latex gloves, completely ignoring my irritation at him. I had no idea where he got a large, red first aid kit from, because it certainly wasn’t mine. If they came from his boat, it might explain its presence.
I hissed when he touched my side. I hadn’t looked yet, and it was at an awkward enough of an angle where I couldn’t see easily when standing up. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a shard of my bedroom door sticking out of my side above my hip. “Well, fuck.”
Lu squeezed my hand, turning away from the sight of it.
“I don’t think it hit your kidney,” Tommy said, assessing. He looked up at me. “Your choice if you want me to take it out here or we head to the A and E.”
“Just take it out, Gov’na,” I quipped in a god-awful British accent.
Tommy snorted. “You’re about to go under my knife. I don’t think this is the time to be making fun of my accent.”
When he reached into his bag, pulling out a bottle and a syringe, I said, “No anesthetic.”
Tommy raised his eyebrows. “Prez, you’ve gota lotgoing on back here. Pun intended,” he deadpanned. “Trust me, you’re going to want it.”
But I shook my head. “They shot me with a sedative,” I informed him. “I don’t know what kind and it’s not out of my system yet.”
Tommy glanced between my wound and the needle in his hand. “Fuck. Are you sure?”
“Is that safe?” Lu demanded of Tommy.
He shrugged, putting the syringe down. “Relatively, but,” he looked me in the eye, “you can’t move. Especially this close to your kidney.”
I turned to Lu. “Bring your pussy over here. I’ll eat you out to distract both of us.”
Her jaw dropped. “What? No! This is, like, the least sexiest situation I can think of!”
I waggled my eyebrows. “Bet I can make you change your mind.”
