What in the hell was going on?
The sound of gunfire filled the room. Letty walked in with a handgun pointed in Grady’s direction. Slung over her shoulder was one of her step-father’s prized possessions, a double-barrel shotgun.
“You get the f**k out of here, or I will shoot,” Letty promised, her voice deathly soft. She pointed the gun directly at Grady. “I don’t care if it doesn’t kill you. It will hurt like hell.”
He growled.
Letty shot his left leg. Grady growled and fell to his knees with a loud thump. His features turned deadly.
“I’m a great shot,” she shouted. She switched weapons to hold the shotgun with one hand. With quick, efficient moves, she shoved the gun in the back of her pants. Then she held the shotgun with both hands, aimed at Grady. Ready to shoot again. “And I’m not
