Grandpappy suddenly sat up in bed, stretching his arms over his head as his bones creaked and cracked.
“Damn it, I’m still old.” Grandpappy gave the couple a quick wink, “It’s a good thing, too. It seems like my charm may be too much for the modern woman to handle.” He gestured to where Anya had fallen.
Cap turned to check on her, but the bloodstained floor was empty and he heard the click of a g*n being c****d.
Olivia stared down the barrel of the g*n. I knew I should have gotten rid of that thing when I had the chance, she cringed. Anya grabbed a piece of paper off of Grandpappy's side table and stuffed it down her cleavage.
"I wondered if I would run into you again, Miss Olivia. I see no one has been able to get through to you about face moisturizers since I left. Such a shame, you
