Page 56 of The Billionaire and His Driver
“You help me I’ll tell you where the money is,” Cannigan said.
Sully needed to leave, to get outside, but he needed info too. “Where?” he asked him.
But when Ronny and Tex made it outside, two men were already shot down but still alive, and Reynolds was standing over both of them, his gun aimed at their wounded bodies.
When Brina saw Ronny, she got out of the SUV and was running to him. “Are you okay?” Ronny asked as he ran to her. “I ordered Mac to get you out of here if gunshots were heard.”
“He was backing out when those two men ran out shooting at us. He had no choice but to fire back.”
Ronny hated to hear that. But Brina kept looking over at the men on the ground. “What is it?” he asked her.
“One of them is my father, Ronny.” She was pointing to the black man on the ground, laying on his back.
Ronny knew this was their only chance to find out the truth. He and Brina hurried over to him.
When Joe Mosley looked up and saw Brina, he frowned. “What are you doing here?”
Brina fell on her knees as soon as she heard his voice. Ronny fell on his knees beside her. “Now is the time to find outwhat you need to know,” he whispered to her, as he considered the grave extent of her father’s wounds. “He doesn’t have very long.”
Brina only had one question for her father as her face was a mask of anguish. “Why?” she asked him, that anguish in her voice too. “Why would you steal from a charity like that?”
“I needed money,” Mosley said in a voice that was losing strength, “and they had it hand over fist.” But he was staring at Brina.
“But those supplies were for poor people in need.”
“I am who I am!” Then he frowned. “What do you expect from me?” Then he tried to contort his body. “This really hurts,” he said of his wounds.
“Did you follow her to Oregon?” Ronny asked him.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Warren Bradshaw. Her fiancé.”
“You’re that rich guy? Andshe’syour fiancé? Shit! I should have kidnapped her ass and got you to pay her ransom. But I didn’t figure anybody would pay up just to get her back.”
Ronny was stunned by his lack of concern for his own daughter. “Don’t you care at all for your child?”
“Her mama left me. I didn’t leave them. She left me.”
“What does that have to do with caring for your children?” Brina asked him.
He closed his eyes. The pain was intensifying. “When she left me, that was over.” Then he frowned this time. “It really hurts.” He seemed only concerned about his wounds.
“Who helped you to divert those trucks?” Ronny asked.
“The truckers,” said Mosley. “Who else?”
‘When she went to prison, why didn’t you speak up? Why didn’t you help her?”
“And I go to jail instead? You don’t know squat, rich boy. Besides, she only served two years.”
Ronny could not believe the inhumanity of the man. Reynolds could not either. Sully had come outside, and he couldn’t believe it either.
But Brina knew the inhumanity of her father. That was nothing new to her. “Why did you send Drez Wilburn to my apartment?” she wanted to know.
“Because Cannigan was in prison talking about you was the woman that had that big pile of money. That even he didn’t know where you had put it. Me and my men came here when we got word he was out of jail. I knew about this place and figured he’d come here to hide out. I was torturing his ass trying to get info from him when y’all showed up.”
He began moaning. “Oh it hurts. Baby girl, it hurts!” He tried to lean up, but he couldn’t. “I’m gonna die, baby girl. Don’t let me die!”
