Page 57 of The Billionaire and His Driver
He had that look of terror in his eyes Sully had seen too many times before. But for Ronny and Brina, it was tough to see.
Brina even took her hand and rested it on his forehead. “It’s alright,” she was saying to him. “It’s alright.”
And suddenly all of his bravado had faded away. And he was looking at his daughter seemingly for the first time. “Forgive me,” he said as tears stained his big hazel eyes. “Please forgive me, baby girl.”
Sully was staring intensely at Brina. This would make or break his decision about her. But Ronny already knew what she was going to say.
“Yes, I forgive you,” she said, wiping her own tears away. “I forgive you.”
He smiled and gripped her hand. And then it was a death grip. He was gone.
Ronny pried his hand from Brina’s and helped her to her feet. But Sully knew there was another piece to that puzzle. “Cannigan’s inside,” he said.
“Is he alive?” asked Brina.
“Barely,” Sully said.
Brina and Ronny hurried inside. Tex, as Ronny’s bodyguard, ran inside with them.
Sully looked at Reynolds. “What you think?” he asked his old friend.
“She forgave that bastard.” Then Reynolds nodded his head. “She’s the real deal.”
“I think so too,” Sully said. Then he went inside as well.
Inside, Cannigan was barely hanging on. And all he cared about was getting help. “Did somebody call 911?”
“We’ll call when you tell us why you lied on Sabrina,” Ronny said.
Cannigan was quick to respond. “Because I knew Mosley would come after me looking for that money I kept beneath this shack. I needed him off my scent. That’s why I gave him her name. I knew he’d spend all his time looking for her and forget about me. And when I got out early, I knew then I could disappear. I had no idea he knew about this place.” He shook his head with regret in his eyes. “I had no idea or I never would have come back here.”
“Why Sabrina?” asked Ronny, a confused look on his face. “Why did you say she was the person with the stash?”
“Because I knew she was his daughter.”
“How did you know that?” Brina asked him.
“He told me. That’s how he found out about the charity. He was in Detroit looking for you.”
Brina frowned. “Why would he be looking for me?”
“How should I know?” Then he leaned his head back. “I would have never come back to this place had I known,” he said again. Just like Mosley, it was all about him. Neither man gave a rat’s ass for Brina.
And then he, too, passed on.
Ronny placed his hand around Brina’s waist as she continued to stare at her former boss.
“He told me where the money is,” Sully said.
“Where?” Ronny asked.
Sully went across the room and removed a wooden plank. Inside the plank was what looked to be thousands of dollars. Only it all was chewed up to shreds.
Ronny looked at Sully. “Termites?”
“Paper money is made of a cellulose-based material, and that’s what they eat. So yeah. They all died, not over cash, but over trash.”
Brina covered her face in agony. It was too much.
