Free Her Superhero Lover: A BWWM BBW Billionaire Superhero Romance by BWWM Club, Shifter Club, Lionel Law Page B

soaked his shirt. "Is... is that my blood?"
    Grady looked at his shirt and nodded. "You were hit in your
aortic arch. After the shooting, the gang ran like hell, and I jammed
a popped balloon into the wound. I carried you out of there, saying
you couldn't wait for an ambulance, my Lotus was faster. I brought
you here because even in the car, you technically died on me. I heard
your heart stop, and even though I did everything I could, you were
dead for four minutes before I could get you on the table. I was
desperate, and did the only thing I could."
    Renee looked down at her chest again, and didn't see any wound at
all. "If I'd been shot, where's the hole? Where's my wound?"
    Grady stood up and pulled off his shirt, exposing his chest to her.
"I told you when we met that I have a PhD in engineering. And
while that's true, it's not just that. I'm what doctors call a
polymath, or someone who pretty much learns everything at first
sight. I'm also the descendant of the Nephilim."
    "The what?" Renee asked, sitting up. She swung her legs
over the edge of the lab table she was on and watched Grady step
back. He spread his hands, and she felt her jaw drop as his light
brown hair lightened to platinum blonde, and he began to hover six
inches off the floor. "Holy God in heaven."
    "That's one theory as to our abilities," Grady replied,
remaining where he was in the air. "There's a whole series of
Jewish and Christian scholars who state that the Nephilim were the
offspring of angels who had sex with human women. Of course, the
scripture on this is limited, and seemed to state that the Nephilim
were giants, with perhaps the story of Goliath being one of them.
Another train of thought is that we're demi-gods of some sort. Me, I
don't really have a clear theory one way or another. I choose the
word Nephilim because that's what my father taught me to use.
    "There aren't many of us left," he continued, setting down
on the ground. "But we have what you might call superhuman
abilities. Most have far fewer abilities than I have."
    "What do you mean?"
    Grady walked over to a cabinet set into the wall, and opened it.
Inside, Renee was shocked to find the pale white and red outfit of
The Horseman hanging on a mannequin inside. "This is what I
mean."
    Renee came over and reached out a hand, almost afraid to touch the
fabric. When the costume didn't disappear, but instead felt solid
under her fingertips, she realized it was real. "You.... you are
The Horseman?"
    "In the flesh," Grady said, holding out his arm and
pinching the skin for her. "The suit is made of a Kevlar and
advanced polymer weave, so it's pretty strong on its own. That
combined with my own natural abilities means that for a lot of
things, I'm pretty much invulnerable. But I knew there were some
things that can hurt me. I'm not Superman or anything like that."
    "Like what?" Renee asked, intrigued.
    "Well, most guns I meet on the streets won't do much more than
mess up the fabric and leave a good bruise," he answered,
pointing to some small rips in the cloth. "I heal very fast, so
you may not have ever noticed them even. Getting back to the ammo,
any normal pistol round short of a fifty caliber won't break my skin.
In rifle rounds, five-five-six, or the ammo shot out of an M-16, will
hurt, but only cause a minor wound. A larger round like what is shot
out of an AK-47 or a lot of hunting rifles can hurt me, especially in
a vital area. And of course, with the rise of police wearing body
armor, the idiots on the streets are shooting armor piercing rounds.
Those can cause some damage too."
    "So what did you do to treat me?" Renee asked, bringing
the conversation back to the mysterious lack of stitches, blood, or
even scars on her body. "And why am I not dead?"
    "These little wonders," Grady said, holding up a small
vial about two inches long. Inside, a silvery liquid sat, seemingly
moving around on its own. "An invention of my own device.
They're nanobots, tiny little robots, each the size