Page 55 of The Billionaire and His Driver
Ronny looked at Brina. Sully could tell he was concerned. “What are you thinking?” he asked his brother.
“I’m thinking I should have left Sabrina on the plane.”
“That would have been more dangerous,” said Tex.
“On a forty-thousand-pound plane would have been more dangerous? Get out of here!”
Tex and Reynolds exchanged a glance.
“What he means is the isolated area,” said Brina. “That’s all he meant.”
Ronny exhaled. “Yeah I know.” He ran his hands through his hair. “I’m just fucking tired of putting you in these dangerous situations. All this shit for what? Because somebody’s lying on you?”
Brina took his hand and squeezed it. “The beginning of the end, remember?” she said to him. “And then we can plan the wedding we haven’t discussed after a marriage proposal you haven’t given. Won’t that be fun?” she added, and they all laughed.
Even Ronny eased up and squeezed her hand back. “I’ll stop tripping,” he said.
“Good,” said Brina. “Because we’re in it now. Let’s just get out of it alive.”
Ronny looked into her eyes. He still harbored guilt and regret. But he nodded his head.
And the SUV drove up to the small shack of a house in the woods.
Ronny had to decide which of the two security guys he wanted to watch Brina. But it was no contest as far as he was concerned. Reynolds was Tex’s boss. He ran all of theirsecurity apparatus. “Mac, you stay here with my lady,” he said to Reynolds.
Reynolds knew the trust he had to have in him. “Yes sir.”
“You guard her with your life,” Ronny added.
“I will sir.”
“If you see anything out of order, you blow this horn or fire a shot, I don’t care which. And likewise if you hear gunfire inside, you get her out of here.”
“Yes sir.”
Ronny looked at Brina as he, Sully, and Tex piled out of that SUV. Brina wanted him to stay with her, but she understood he couldn’t. “Behave yourself,” he said.
Reynolds laughed. Brina smiled. “Boy bye!” she said, and Ronny, his brother, and Tex made their way to the front door.
Sully counted to four and then Tex kicked the door open. Once they ran inside, they saw four men playing cards at a table in the kitchen area. All four men jumped up and tried to either pick up their guns off the table or pull their guns out, but Sully, Tex, and Ronny began shooting and took all four of them out.
Then they heard a door slam down the hall. They took off in that direction. When they kicked in the only door that was closed in that hall, they saw an open window and an older white man slumped down on the floor in the corner, holding his bleeding stomach where he had apparently been shot. At the same time they saw their men, all three of them, dead and piled up in that room.
“Motherfuck!” decried Sully.
But just as Sully went to make sure all three men were dead, and Ronny headed over to the one man still alive, presumably Troy Cannigan, gunfire erupted from outside.
Ronny suddenly thought about Brina and he didn’t hesitate. He took off out of that room and ran toward the exit. Tex ran after him.
Sully was devastated by what they’d seen in that room, but he hurried over to the man bleeding in the corner. “Are you Cannigan?” he asked him.
“Help me,” the man cried. “They shot me.”
“Are you Cannigan?”
“Yes!Help me.”
Sully knew they needed answers from him. That was why he grabbed the bedspread to see if he could staunch the man’s blood flow, but it had bled out so much already. And his brother might need him. He pressed the spread on the wound, and pressed Cannigan’s hand on that wound.
