Nonna opened her door and made it out of the car. Thank goodness. Then, the back door was open, and Wayne was ripped away. The gun flew away, and then the sound of fists hitting flesh echoed through my head. I looked up, my vision swimming, to see Aiden pummeling Wayne. I felt a moment of gratification before the darkness tried to swallow me.
The last sound I heard was Aiden’s strong voice. “Angel?”
Chapter37
The somewhat-too-familiar scent of bleach and lemon cleanser filled my nose as I slowly came awake to an also familiar beeping sound. Sighing, I looked down to find myself in a hospital bed with Aiden sitting next to me on one side and Nonna on the other.
I came fully awake. “Nonna, are you okay?” I asked urgently.
“I’m fine, dear.” She leaned forward and patted my hand, having ditched the trench coat and glasses. “How are you?”
“I have no idea.”
Aiden leaned forward from the other side. “You were shot in the leg. It was the side of your thigh. You lost more blood this time, Angel.”
This time. How many times was I going to get injured in February? My memories returned slowly. “How are you, Aiden? I hit your truck. Is it okay?”
He didn’t move. “I’m fine and so is the truck.”
“Did I have surgery?” I asked somewhat groggily.
“No, you just took a lot more stitches than in your shoulder. You’re going to be sore for a while,” he said, his eyes alert and still a pissed blue.
I blinked, and the memory of the day crashed through me. “You didn’t kill Spencer—I mean, Wayne—did you?”
“No, but he’ll have trouble breathing for a while,” Aiden muttered. “He could be choking up his food for a time, too.”
I should probably be concerned about the level of violence I knew Aiden had likely meted out, but at the moment, I couldn’t care less. The jerk had pointed a gun at my nonna.
I gasped. “Oliver and Donny.”
“They’re fine,” Aiden said. “As is Bud. They were all checked out, and Oliver and McLerrison headed home.”
I winced. Oh, Bud. He was tased twice and handcuffed. “Are you sure Bud is okay?”
Finally, a small smile lifted Aiden’s lips. “I’m sure he’s all right, but you may not be friends anymore.”
“It wasn’t my fault,” I protested weakly as running footsteps sounded and both of my sisters barreled into the room.
“Are you okay?” Tessa asked, reaching the bed, her hair wild around her head.
“I’m fine. Just some more stitches,” I said.
Donna moved slower toward Nonna. “You’re good?”
“I’m fine,” I said.
She reached our nonna and gave her a hug. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“You sweetheart. This is just an ordinary day for Three Hens Investigations. We solved another crime,” Nonna said happily.
I wasn’t exactly sure who’d solved the crime, but I didn’t care at the moment.
Detective Pierce moved into the room. “You okay?” he asked.
“I am.”
“You should probably get a parking spot here. Don’t you think?” he asked.
