Page 48 of Captivated with Them

“What about the men Frankie has put on our tail? How are we going to shake them off?”

“Do we need to shake them off? Everyone is going to want to watch that trial. Why do we have to be any different? Besides, they might be watching out for us, but they won’t know that we’ve made contact with Dillon. Dillon can be ready to get us out of there.”

He nodded slowly. “Good point.”

“What about you, Dillon? How are we going to get you out of here without those assholes outside noticing?”

To my surprise, Gordon spoke up. “You don’t need to. The two of you can leave. I’ll make sure he’s safe here.”

The last thing I was expecting was for Gordon to volunteer his help. He was supposed to have been listening to music. But then I guessed we’d already put him in a difficult position. “We can’t ask you to do that.”

He shrugged. “You didn’t ask. I offered. I’ll make sure Dillon is where he needs to be tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” Kodee said.

I nodded to the gun. “We’re going to need to take the gun with us, though.”

Dillon nodded and handed it over. I might be in a wheelchair, but that didn’t stop me from being the best shot out of all of us.

“I can drive you home,” Gordon offered.

It meant we’d be leaving Dillon alone and unarmed in the office.

“Go,” Dillon said, clearly picking up on my reservations. “I’ll be fine, I promise. No one else has any clue that I’m even here.”

Gordon nodded. “Yes, there’s a bathroom you can use to wash up in, and I’m sure you can find some scrubs to change into until I can bring you something else to wear.”

“Thanks, man. I appreciate it, especially after I put a gun to your head.”

Gordon shrugged. “You had your reasons.”

We said our goodbyes and embraced Dillon. I hoped everything was going to be okay. I wanted to think we could trust Gordon, but we’d now left Dillon unarmed, and that made me nervous.

We left the building, and, unsurprisingly, the SUV was still waiting for us. Gordon led us over to where his car was parked. To the men in the SUV, it just looked as though my prosthetist was giving us a ride home. There was nothing suspicious about that.

Gordon did well not to look directly at the other vehicle, but instead kept his head lowered as though studying his car keys. “Are the people over there to do with what you were talking about?”

“Yeah, they are,” I replied, not looking over either. “They work for the two brothers in charge. They’re as corrupt as you can get.”

Gordon unlocked the car then set about helping me into the passenger seat. “I’m sorry you’ve ended up involved with them.”

I was used to Gordon manhandling me from the multiple appointments we’d had over the past six months.

Kodee nodded in agreement and folded down my wheelchair for the trunk. “So are we.”

“You won’t betray us, will you?” I asked Gordon as he slid behind the wheel. The trunk slammed shut then Kodee climbed into the back. “If you call the cops, you’ll not only be signing our death warrant, you’ll be doing the same for a young woman, as well.”

“I said I’d help, and I will,” Gordon confirmed, starting the engine. “You’re just going to have to trust me.”

Trust wasn’t something that came easy to any of us, but as we pulled out of the parking lot and drove away, with the SUV trailing after us, I realized we didn’t have much choice.

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