his sword as he shouted in pain. Now all he had to do was get the threat outside, and his mate would be safe.
Dropping his shoulder so it landed in the man’s gut, he threw his weight forward in a semi-tackle, using his free hand to open the bar’s door as he carried his package quickly forward. Once the door was open, Cruz literally threw the old man out of the bar. He flew through the air and landed on his back in the parking lot.
The human side of Cruz cringed at the slight bit of force he had used on the old man, while the wolf howled in victory for having protected their mate.
Turning around, he took in the cheers of the patrons he had protected. They weren’t who he was looking for, though.
Searching the crowd that was closing in to congratulate him with back slaps and handshakes, he didn’t see his mate anywhere.
Where the hell had she gone?
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Nikki couldn’t believe her eyes.
A sexy werewolf had just thrown Papa Ái out of the bar on his ass!
At least, she assumed he was a wolf shifter since the bar was owned by wolf shifters.
Now everyone in the bar was crowding around the bouncer, congratulating him for tossing a seventy-year-old man out the door. Those assholes!
Nikki was so mad she was trembling. Pulling herself carefully out from underneath the table, she hobbled as fast as she could on her crutches around the bouncer with his adoring crowd and out the front door, making her way over to her poor grandfather who was still on the ground.
Standing over him, she felt so helpless. With her cast on, she couldn’t pick him up. “Papa Ái?”
His eyes were open and blinking, but he looked a little dazed.
“Papa Ái, are you okay?”
Her grandfather turned his blue gaze toward her, blinking a few times as if to clear his head before a look of recognition finally crossed his face. “Nikki, my girl! How good it is to see you! When did you come for a visit?”
Nikki let out a sigh of relief that was also tinged with worry. He was talking to her; that had to be good. However, he seemed to have reverted back to the mind frame that he was living on his own.
Gentling her voice to a soothing croon, she played along, “I just arrived today to pick you up and take you to Mom and Dad’s house, remember? We got sidetracked, though. Now we need to go home. Can you get up off the ground?”
The old man looked around him, bewildered. “Why am I lying on the ground, Nikki girl?”
When one took care of someone who had something like Alzheimer’s, they learned darn quickly that it was sometimes best to lie and keep the patient calm rather than tell them the truth. “We were walking, and you tripped and fell. Can you get up now, or did you hurt yourself?”
Papa Ái pulled himself up into a sitting position, swaying a little before he could get up.
Putting her hand out to stop him, Nikki cautioned, “Just wait a minute. Don’t stand up yet. Is your head okay? Did you hit it?”
Her grandfather ran his hands over his head as if he were inspecting it. “I don’t feel anything, so I don’t think I did.”
“That’s good if you didn’t hit your head, Papa, but just wait there for a minute until you’re not dizzy anymore, okay?”
Her grandfather opened his mouth to say something, but a deep, gravelly voice spoke from behind her, scaring the hell out of her.
“Is he okay?”
Whirling around the best she could on her crutches, Nikki glared at the man who had hurled her little, old grandfather as if he were nothing more than a potato sack.
“You’re a monster!” she screamed at the bouncer. Pointing back to her grandfather, who was still sitting on the cement, trying to get his bearing, Nikki continued, “He’s a seventy-year-old man. Why in the world would you literally throw him out of a bar?”
The bouncer seemed genuinely taken aback by her outburst. “Did you miss the part where he came at me with a sword? Because I remember that rather vividly, lady.”
Nikki took him in from head