Page 189 of The Billion Heirs Boxed Set
“You’ve got a lot of nerve, coming here, snooping around—” he gasps. “Rainey, what the fuck?”
I turn, and then I nearly stumble over my own two feet.
Rainey stands, shaking, and in her hand is a Smith & Wesson nine-millimeter pistol. An M&P with a polymer chassis, from what I can see. A gun widely used in law enforcement, but of course anyone can get one. They’re costly, so how the hell does Rainey have one?
But the bigger question—and what’s making my heart go a mile a minute—is that I’ve stepped close enough to my father that I can’t tell whether she means to point it at him…or at me.
She cocks her head. “Sadie, I think you need to leave now.”
My dad’s a waste of space, but I don’t want him dead. It’s my job to protect people, and assholes are still people. “Rainey, what are you doing? I just bought you lunch.”
“Yes, and I thank you. I’ve got nothing against you, but there are things you don’t understand.”
“I understand my brother’s dead. And I think he’s dead because he uncovered something about the company he was working for. When you told me my father came into some money, it got me thinking. Then when I saw the ashtray, with the Racehorse Hauling logo…”
“Just leave.” Rainey shakes.
Damn. A gun in the hand of a frightened woman who’s shaking is never a good thing.
“Look,” I say, holding my hands up in front of me, “I can help you. I can help you get out of this dump.”
My ankle holster burns against my skin. I don’t perceive that Rainey is a real threat, but still I’m itching to get to my piece.
My father takes a step forward.
I suck in a breath. Rainey now has the gun trained solely on him, but before I can get my Glock, he’s covering her hand with his own, easing the pistol out of her grip. “You give me that gun, sweetheart.”
She nods, handing the gun over to my father.
I don’t know whether this is good or bad.
But I find out quickly.
He turns and points the pistol at me. “Come on with me. Now.”
I gulp, trying to swallow the dread that’s speeding through my bones. “I don’t think so.”
“Sadie, you may be my flesh and blood, but when push comes to shove, I’m going to save my own ass.”
I gulp again, this time audibly. So I’m right. Dad has a connection to Racehorse Hauling, and I’m betting it’s not a good one. Now I know why my intuition was telling me to come back here.
But I didn’t factor my own father holding me at gunpoint into the equation. Fathers aren’t supposed to hold their daughters at gunpoint. In what world does this make sense?
My heart is racing so fast I’m afraid it’s going to beat right out of my chest.
My father’s gaze is cold—hard and cold.
While I’m trained to deal with situations like this, my own mortality flashes in my mind.
So much to do.
I want marriage. Children. I want a damned dog!
Mostly I want Miles.
I want all of those things with Miles Bridger. Miles Bridger, the man I love.
But I won’t have any of it if my father pulls that trigger.
