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Many of their maids, including Gail and Shanilla, were on the floor wounded. Mr. Prado had been shot, too, along with Elvira.
“Where’s Sabrina?” Ronny asked hysterically. He didn’t see Brina! “Where’s Sabrina?!”
Sully was blown away by the carnage, first, and then by his brother’s reaction. It was as if he was going to die where he stood if he didn’t find his driver.
But she was there. Tex, who was rendering aide to one of the other maids, had a body so big that it had been blocking her small frame. She was on her knees, pressing a towel over the wound of yet another maid, when Ronny finally saw her.
When he saw her, and saw that she had not been hit, he fell on his knees, inwardly thanking God. Then he got up and hurried to her. “Are you okay?” he asked her anxiously. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. Help her please!”
Ronny attempted to staunch the blood flow of the wounded maid to relieve Brina because he could see she was totally outdone. She sat down on the floor shaken.
Sully was shaken, too, but he didn’t hesitate. He hurried to Elvira, a woman he’d known since his childhood, to make sure she was okay. But she wasn’t. She was in bad shape. But James Prado was doing all he could to staunch her bleeding too. Thesecurity team that had run in with Tex were helping Gail and Shanilla as well.
Sully went over to Brina, and knelt down beside her, and asked if she was okay. But Ronny was asking her that very question constantly as he continued to staunch the blood flow of his maid. He was also looking around at the devastation in his servants’ hall. And at Jockey’s lifeless body. He could hardly believe what he was seeing in his own home.
When he heard sirens fast approaching, he felt nothing but relief.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
In the hospital waiting room, Brina sat on the curtainless window sill, Sully along with James Prado, whose arm was bandaged from a gunshot that only grazed the surface of his skin, leaned against the side wall, and Ronny paced the floor. They had been there for nearly three hours. It had been a long, long evening.
But their silence was quickly interrupted when the door of the waiting room flung open and Zackariah and Perry Bradshaw hurried in.
“Ronny, are you alright?” Perry asked as he and Zack rushed over to their brother.
Ronny nodded his head. “I wasn’t involved. Sully and I were on the links.”
“Sully scared the shit out of us,” said Zack. “A shooting at our brother’s house? We couldn’t believe it. How many were shot?”
Ronny rubbed the back of his neck. He could hardly think let alone count. “I don’t . . .”
“Six,” said Sully.
“Six?” Perry was floored.
“Four, thank God, only had superficial wounds like Mr. Prado. They all were treated and released. One other worker, a maid named Gail, was shot in the leg, but she’s been out of surgery an hour ago. The doctors say she should be released within a day or two. Her attorney has already notified Legal that she will be filing a lawsuit against Ronny’s estate.”
“Damn, that’s quick,” said Perry.
“Who was number six?” asked Zack.
Sully exhaled. “Mrs. Dash unfortunately.”
“Ah man!” Zack frowned. “Elvira?” They all knew and loved Elvira Dash. They were children and she was but a teenager when she first came to work for their father.
“Mr. Prado took a bullet for her by pushing her aside when the shots first rang out, but she was the gunman’s main target. He was a terrible shot, but he managed to shoot her three times.”
“Ah man,” Zack said again.
Brina noticed how concerned all of the brothers were for Mrs. Dash. Especially Ronny. He and Elvira had a special bond.
“How’s she doing?” asked Perry. “Does anybody know?”
“She’s still in surgery,” Sully responded. “We don’t know anything yet.”
“Who would shoot Elvira?” asked Zack, as he looked from Ronny to Sully. “She wouldn’t harm a flea. Who did this?”
