He falls out of the ambulance and Chester drags him across the lot, tearing off his clothes so he can dress up as the EMT.
Just as he is getting the clothes on, a lady comes out of the clubhouse. “What is taking so long?” she asks loudly, and I almost fucking faint on the spot at almost getting caught. I stay inside of the ambulance and Chester looks like is one second from going insane from being dope sick due to the lack of the drugs.
“Go inside and get her, we can use her for a ransom or some shit. They’re all loaded,” I tell Chester, and he nods so hard his teeth rattle.
He runs inside of the clubhouse, while I hold my breath, praying he doesn’t fuck this up because it’s life or death for me.
He comes back out a few minutes later, and you can’t make this shit up. It’s the bitch that stole my daughter, and I know exactly how much money I will be getting for her. She is even better than the brat.
I duck into the driver’s seat, so they don’t see me in case any of the men that came to my house are around.
He gets her inside of the ambulance, when I hear yelling. I can’t resist the urge to turn around and I see Ronny running straight for Olivia.
Fuck me.
Okay, what to do? How can I pull this off to make me a whole lot richer?
Ronny
The amount of shock I feel at seeing my biological aunt sitting in the driver’s seat of the ambulance…
She gets up from her seat, pointing a gun straight at Olivia who lying on the gurney. Fuck. My blood runs cold through my veins as I try to wrap my head around what the fuck is going on.
My aunt climbs through the hole and into the main part of the ambulance, with the gun still pointing at Olivia.
She is careless with the way she is holding the gun, I don’t think she knows what she is doing, and that’s almost scarier than her knowing because she can have it accidentally going off.
I stand up and look down at my aunt, towering over her. “So, what is the grand plan?” I ask her.
The guy that is helping her is distracted by looking through the drawers, getting desperate for his fix.
She looks over at him to see if he has found anything, and I take a step closer to her without her noticing.
If I can get in front of Olivia, the gun pointed at me instead of her, then I can actually fucking breathe.
She looks back at me. “I was originally going to kidnap my kid for a ransom, but she was brought right into my lap, and I think she is a better idea. This way I don’t have to take care of the brat.”
I fist the side of the bed, trying not to show how pissed off it makes me that she wanted to kidnap Madeline.
My girl has been through so much and it pisses me the fuck off that people always want to fucking hurt her.
“So, what the fuck do you want?” I ask her, taking a step closer. She moves the gun from Olivia to me.
My aunt takes a step back like she is scared of me. Oh, she should be fucking terrified. “I need a hundred thousand dollars. Then I will let you go.”
“Okay,” I agree even though there is no way in hell I’m giving her another cent. Her death warrant was signed and the grim reaper is waiting to take her.
The guy stops looking in the cabinets at the mention of money. “Fuck yeah.” He looks so excited. The man disgusts me, as well as this bitch in front of me.
I reach into my back pocket and take out my wallet, where I have a check book in it, but I write the words, You’re dead and I will be coming for you. Then I proceed to fill out the rest of the check while she watches me eagerly. But the check is going to be worthless.
I hand her the check and she doesn’t even look at it, dropping the gun. “See, this is all I wanted—money.” She smiles at me like I’m her best friend, like she just didn’t threaten my woman.
Who is hurt and sick.
I want to kill her right now, the need to watch the life leave her eyes is overwhelming, but I need to take care of my girl first and make sure she is okay.
My aunt starts laughing and runs out of the back of the ambulance, the guy going after her on her heels. Brian runs to the front and locks the door so she can’t get back in, then he starts driving again toward the hospital.