Jonny's Redemption (Gemini Group Book 7) by Riley Edwards (audio ebook reader TXT) 📕

Jonny tightened his hand around the grip of his handgun until the dimpling in the polymer dug into his palm. Good God, he wanted to shoot Dick for a variety of reasons, the biggest being he’d been a dirty cop, he’d desecrated the oath he’d taken to serve and protect, he’d terrorized good people, he’d helped put an innocent man behind bars, and now Dick Dillinger had the audacity to stand on Jonny’s porch and tell him to stand down.

The man had balls, however, they weren’t as big as he thought they were.

“And Anderson’s your business? The business you want me to stay out of?” Jonny asked.

“I saw you casing my house,” Dick stupidly accused.

“Then I guess it’s a good thing I wasn’t trying to hide my presence.”

“Trust me, you don’t want to get involved in this.”

“Trust you?” Jonny snarled. “I have not nor would I ever fuckin’ trust you. But since I’ve never been a dirty fuckin’ cop you can trust me when I tell you, I’m gonna be so far in your shit you won’t sneeze without me knowing it. I’m gonna find out what happened to Anderson and I don’t care how long it takes.”

“No, you won’t. Not if you care what happens to Candy.”

Jonny froze and his eyes narrowed on the slimy fuck in front of him.

“You’re a piece of shit.”

“Not if you care what happens to your girlfriend.”

That did it. Jonny took the two steps needed to push Dick off his porch then he continued to advance until his free hand was wrapped around the bastard's throat, cognizant of the gun in the other. He wanted to shoot Dick—not kill him, but put a hole in his leg. He’d take great pleasure hearing Dick cry like a bitch as his blood oozed. It was less than Dick deserved.

“Don’t even think of uttering her name. I find you looking at her, the hole I’ve been dreaming about putting in your kneecap will move up a few feet to your chest. I’m not fucking with you, Dick, so I hope you’re listening. If you don’t wanna join your dear ol’ piece of shit dad in the ground, you’ll forget you know she exists.”

“It’s not me you have to worry about, asshole. Just stay the fuck out of my business. I got nothing to do with Anderson.”

“I don’t believe that,” Jonny said and belatedly realized Dick was not struggling.

He wasn’t fighting to free himself from Jonny’s grasp, he wasn’t reaching for his own gun, and wasn’t making a play for Jonny’s.

“I don’t give a shit what you believe. I don’t want to be dragged back into this shit. I’m out. I’ve been out, and if you keep sniffing around this, my shit’s gonna get pulled back in. So leave it, Jonny. He’s been gone two months. He’s dead and you know it.”

Jonny sucked in a breath and released Dick.

“How do you know he’s dead?”

“Fuck, Jonny, he’s been gone two months.”

Unfortunately, Dick was correct. Jonny had been looking into Anderson’s disappearance for over a month. Now the man had been gone for two and Jonny was no closer to finding him. Not even with Micky working her magic and getting him all the information he’d requested. When Jonny had suggested they outsource the information-gathering so she wouldn’t have to look into the man who threatened her family, she’d politely told Jonny to fuck off and reminded him it was her job to gather intel. Not only that, she’d been waiting for the day she could nail Dick. So, Micky was working overtime digging up anything and everything there was to find.

The problem was there wasn’t much to find. Apparently, Dick had turned over a new leaf, one that didn’t include acting like a colossal fuck-up. He worked in a machine shop where he’d worked his way to running a CNC machine. How Dick was smart enough to learn the program to run the machine was beyond Jonny. But Dick worked, paid his bills, his taxes, didn’t go out and get drunk, and the rumors had long since died about him being a man whore. Which was a testament to him only getting laid because he carried a badge.

Jonny’s gut roiled at the thought.

However, Jonny didn’t care it had been two months. He didn’t give one fuck Dick was seemingly living on the up and up. No man changed his spots, not completely. And he wasn’t ready to give up hope Anderson Bull was still alive.

“How do you know he’s dead?” Jonny repeated.

“You were a cop.”

That was not an answer.

“How do you know Anderson is dead?”

Dick's face twisted into an ugly grimace and through gritted teeth, he said, “Because I know.”

Jonny bet he did know because he was involved.

“You care to share how you know?”

“No, but I’ll share this. You keep digging into this, you can swing your dick and make all the threats you want. But Candy and McKenna Swagger will pay the price. You tell that to your buddy Nixon—his wife is drawing attention. And my guess is he’ll be real fucking unhappy she’s back on the radar. You keep looking into him, maybe even Bobby’ll be in danger. Anderson is not worth this.”

Nixon would not be happy—about as unhappy as Jonny was right then, breathing the same air as the motherfucker who sullied his department. It was time to end this scene. Bobby was in the house and he had to call Nix.

“Thanks for the heads up, now get the fuck off my property.”

“You’re not listening.”

“You’re wrong. I’ve listened to every jacked-up word that’s come out of your mouth.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

And with that, Dick turned and jogged to his truck. Jonny stood in his driveway until Dick’s taillights disappeared; only then did he go back into his house. He went directly to the bathroom and found Bobby had locked the door.

“Open up, Bobby.”

The door flew open but Bobby didn’t move. She stood frozen in place looking visibly freaked out. Her eyes dropped