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Tex looked at Ronny. How he reacted would tell Tex all he needed to know about just how serious the boss was about that girl. Would he get in the car and leave her to fend for herself the way he did every other woman that tried to stand up to him, or would he chase her down?
Tex stared at him hard. Ronny remained leaned against his car, shaking his leg, and staring at Brina with venom in his eyes as she made her way in brisk steps down that sidewalk. Buthe wasn’t moving. Any second, Tex was certain, he was going to decide to hell with it, get behind the wheel of his car, and speed away.
But that didn’t happen.
When Ronny, instead, ran after Brina, Tex could hardly believe it. He had never, in a decade of working for the man, seen the boss chase after any female ever. But for him to chase behind Brina, the least-connected among all the women he’d ever had, said everything to Tex. It was the real deal. For the boss to behave that way? It had to be.
When Ronny hurried up to Brina, he took her by the arm and turned her around. He was embarrassed to have to run her down and was ready to make it clear to her who wore the pants in their relationship. But when he saw those sweet, sincere, sultry eyes again, he melted. He could not disrespect this woman. He could not manhandle her. She wasn’t just anybody he was having a ridiculous spat with. She washislady.
And his entire demeanor eased. “I apologize for my brutishness, Sabrina,” he said as he placed his hands around her waist. They were eyeball to eyeball. “I just received some disturbing news from Reynolds McNabb, and I didn’t quite know how to process it.”
When Brina heard the name of Ronny’s security chief, her interest rose too. “Disturbing news about what?”
Ronny hesitated as he stared deep into her eyes. “You,” he said. “It’s about you.”
Brina’s heart dropped. She wanted to ask him what exactly it was about her. But she couldn’t pull herself to ask it. She’d become so accustomed to being falsely accused of things she’d never even dream of doing and could never get anybody to believe her, anyway, was why she held her peace. She was tired of explaining. Whoever was accusing her this time was going to have to do all the explaining. She was done.
“I told Mac I’d head over there now. I want you to come with me,” Ronny said.
Brina didn’t want to face anymore firing squads, but she nodded her head. She wanted to at least know what the lie was this time. “Okay,” she said.
But when they turned to head back to the car, they saw Sully standing at the exit doors. He saw Ronny chase after Brina. He was staring both of them down with a look of sheer amazement on his face.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
With Tex behind the wheel, Sully on the front passenger seat, and Ronny and Brina on the backseat, they arrived at a construction site in a farming area on the outskirts of Eugene. Sully knew the location, since Bradshaw Tech owned the site, and he continued driving to the far back of the property. It was dark out, and but for two SUVs parked at the makeshift office building, and the lights emanating from that building, the site appeared to be devoid of all people.
But when they got out of the SUV and went inside, Reynolds McNabb, along with two men guarding their prisoner, was waiting. Drez Wilburn, the man that had attacked Brina in her apartment, was seated in a chair bumped up against the front of the desk.
When Ronny saw him, he recognized him immediately. Brina did too. And all the memories of the close call she endured with him came flooding back. Had Ronny not been there that night, and she had gone home alone on that van, there was no telling what might have happened. And suddenly fear gripped her just seeing him again. She moved closer to Ronny.
Ronny, Brina, and Sully walked toward the desk as Reynolds motioned for his men to place chairs in front of Drez. Ronny crossed his legs and held Brina’s hand after they sat down, which Brina appreciated. Tex remained at the door.
“We’re here. What do you have to say?” Ronny asked their prisoner.
But Drez, to Brina’s surprise, was defiant. “I ain’t got nothing to say. What I got to say? I ain’t got nothing to say.”
“We aren’t going around that mulberry bush with you again, Drez,” said Reynolds. “Tell him what you told me.”
But Drez was still defiant. “I SAID,” he spoke arrogantly, “I ain’t got nothing to say.”
Before another word could be said or anybody could so much as let out another breath, Sully flipped open the switchblade nobody knew he had in his hand and sliced it across Drez’s face. Which caused Drez to scream out in unbearable pain, Brina to gasp in shock, and Ronny to flinch. The only one not surprised was Reynolds McNabb. He’d seen Sully in action before.
And Sully didn’t mince his words. He was up off his seat and right in Drez’s face hovering over him. “Got something to say now, you twisted motherfucker? Got something to say now?!”
Drez continued to scream out in pain as he grabbed his bleeding cheek, looked at his hand to see that there was actually blood on it, and placed his hand back on his cheek trying to staunch the flow.
But Brina was looking more at Sully than at Drez. Sully was behaving as if he was some sort of criminal himself, which spooked her.
“Now your ass better tell my brother everything he asks you to tell him or there’s more where that came from,” Sully said.
And Drez started talking immediately, as he stared at Sully. “I was paid to do it,” he said with a cry in his voice.
“Paid to do what?” asked Ronny.
“I’m in pain over here! I need help. Somebody call an ambulance!”
“We’ll call an ambulance alright,” Sully said as Reynolds went into the bathroom off from the office. “But it won’t be to take you to any damn hospital. It’ll be taking your ass to the morgue.”
