Page 37 of The Billionaire and His Driver
But then Elvira frowned. “What are you doing here?”
They all looked and saw that Jockey had walked into the staff room.
A small, white man with short red hair, he looked as if he was in a state of confusion mixed in with a lot of discomfort. Not at all like he normally looked. “I used to work here,” he said. “Remember that, Mrs. D? I was a devoted employee working here. Remember that?”
Brina’s heart began to pound. This wasn’t good. She could see it on his face. He aimed to make trouble.
But when he pulled out a gun, everybody included Brina scrambled and screamed and jumped from their seats trying to flee out of the back exit, but he stopped them in their tracks. “Nobody move or I’ll kill all y’all!” he yelled out. Everybody immediately stopped and looked at him.
“Put the gun down, son,” James Prado said to the former driver. “You don’t want to do this.”
“Shut up!” Jockey yelled at him. “Shut the fuck up!”
Then he aimed his gun at Elvira. “You’re the one I want.” His hand was shaky. He was trembling. “You’re the one that got me fired.”
“No, Jockey,” said James. “She fought to keep you employed even after you showed up drunk.”
“Quit lying! She never liked me. She wanted me fired. She wanted an n-word to do my job!”
Shanilla nudged Brina. “What’s an n-word?” she whispered under her breath. Brina shushed her.
“She wanted me out and she got me out!” Jockey said, as he began moving closer to Elvira.
James panicked. “It was Mr. Bradshaw that fired you, Jock,” he said urgently. He saw the young man’s eyes too. “It wasn’t Elvira. It was Mr. Bradshaw!”
“Liar! You always lie for her.” Then Jockey lifted his gun and aimed it directly at Elvira.
“Let them all go, if I’m who you want,” Elvira quickly said. “Let the rest of them leave.”
“I ain’t letting nobody go,” Jockey said. “You should have spoken up for me. You should have,” he said and as everybody were hanging on his every word, he seemed to get agitated talking and decided to let his actions speak for him. He pulled the trigger just as they thought he was going to continue talking, and James pushed Elvira down and took the bullet instead.
And then Jockey didn’t hesitate anymore. He began shooting anybody moving. He was shooting wildly, but bodies were dropping. He wasn’t stopping. Brina could hear the loud explosive pops in her ears. She and everybody else were trying to hide in that one space. Those who tried to run out the backdoor were the main ones getting shot. But eventually, she felt, he was going to get them all.
But Tex and the grounds security out back, who had been standing around small-talking, began running for the entrance as soon as they heard the first shot. Several more shots were being fired even as they ran in with their weapons drawn.
It was Tex who took out Jockey. Four shots to the head. But not before the damage, the carnage, was already done.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Ronny grabbed his nine iron to hit the ball about a hundred feet onto the green as he and Sully stood on his golf course on the west end of his estate. Sully, who went first, nearly had a hole in one. But Sully had aways been the better golfer. Ronny just wanted to get on the green. And then make his presence known. But just as he was about to swing, gunshots could be heard near the front of the property: at the main house.
Both men immediately knew it was gunshots they were hearing. But before they could make any moves at all, grounds security assigned to them while they were on the wide-open golf course suddenly swooped in and created a tight perimeter around the two powerful brothers.
“What’s happening?” Ronny asked his detail chief.
“Shots heard from inside the residence, sir.”
“Inside?” Ronny’s heart dropped. Brina was inside!
As his men began hurrying the brothers to whisk them off site, Ronny jerked away from their grasp. “I’ve got to get to my house,” he said with panic in his voice as he broke the security barrier and ran toward his golf cart.
“Sir, we’ve got to get you off site,” the detail chief insisted as he ran with him.
But Ronny wasn’t listening. And Sully wasn’t either. Both men hopped onto the cart and Ronny sped away. The security detail was running after them, but men on foot were no match for how fast Ronny was driving that cart. The chief called to grounds security at the main house to find out what was happening and to warn them to protect the boss. But nobody was answering.
By the time Ronny and his brother made it to the main house, all of the shooting had stopped. But it didn’t matter to Sully. He pulled out the loaded Glock he always kept on his person, took the lead in front of his brother, as they ran inside.
Grounds security at the main house were already inside. So was Tex. But what the brothers saw when they got inside the servants’ quarters took their breath away. “Good Lord,” said Ronny.
