I lifted my eyebrow. "You can either sit here quietly and let me examine you, or I can have one of those men over there come over here and sit on you. Your choice, but one way or the other, I am going to examine you."
The glare was hate filled and angry. "Fine."
I understood the lure of a man in uniform, but I hated dealing with their testosterone-filled egos. I hated being called a fuck even more. After determining that a butterfly bandage would work, I opened my bag and got what I'd need to clean the wound and bandage it.
When I turned to the second guy after I was done, he gave me the same hate-filled glare but didn't protest when I started examining his leg. Luckily, the bullet had gone through the meaty part of his leg and not the bone. I bandaged it as best as I could. He was still going to need to have it stitched up.
I closed up my bag and stood, glancing at the men sitting there. "Is anyone else hurt?"
"Are you one of those backroom mob doctors?" the first guy I'd treated asked. "You're going to go to jail for helping them, you know?"
I snorted. "Oh, you can't even imagine how much I hope I am there when you learn the truth. It would be worth the jail time."
"We're cops."
"Oh, I am aware of that."
The guy's eyes widened if he hadn't been expecting that response.
I turned toward the front door when I heard footsteps. My heart beat a little faster when I saw David walking out with Brodsky, Clarke, and three other men dressed in black. One of them was being helped by the other two men in black.
I hurried over, but when I reached the bottom of the steps, I didn't look toward the injured man. I only had eyes for David. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Skip." David shot me a smile before nodding his head toward the injured man. "Can you take a look at him? I shot him with rubber bullets, but he took a pretty good thump when he hit the ground."
"He will probably need some x-rays and maybe a CAT scan to make sure nothing is broken. I don't have that equipment here."
"Sal already put in a call for the paramedics, but they can't come in while this situation is still fluid."
I swallowed tightly as a new round of fear swamped me. "The situation is still fluid?"
"If what we were told is true, there are still four men out there. Brant says he saw them taking off. We caught everyone else. Jerry is trying to get them all recalled."
"Is there a danger of them coming back?"
David winced. "I want to say no, but until we can figure out who started this mess, I can't promise that."
I respected the truth.
"Thank you for telling me."
David stopped on the step next to me. He waited until the others had passed us before stepping closer. His hand flattened against the left side of my chest, right over my heart. "I will do whatever I have to do to keep you safe. I hope you know that."
"I'm not worried about me, David." I covered his hand. "I'm worried about you."
Happiness glistened in David's brown eyes. "We're going to be okay."
I certainly hoped so.
David turned me to face the group of men sitting on the driveway. "Can you take a look at that guy? Despite what they've done here, they are police officers. And, after the things I've heard so far, they were merely following the orders of a superior officer. They think we're drug dealers."
That probably should have shocked me, but it didn't. I'd been around the Delvecchio household and their friends long enough to have learned that crazy shit happened around them all the time.
"Technically, I do deal drugs."
David chuckled. "I think we'll keep that between us for right now."
I held up the medical bag. "Pretty sure they already know."
