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

Anita had started drinking and Jonny had to go with his dad to drive the car back. It had been Anderson who changed the tire out.

Nixon snapped his fingers and nodded. “Damn, he did. Dad had to take his old Ford into Teddy’s after he stripped a clutch bolt and needed Teddy’s puller. Anderson was there.”

“Shit,” McKenna hissed and all eyes went to her. “The lawsuit was buried.”

“What?”

McKenna didn’t have a chance to answer before Jonny’s phone rang and a simultaneous clatter of pings and chimes of text message alerts went off.

Alec, Nix, Jameson, and McKenna looked at their phones as Jonny swiped his screen to answer Vaughn’s call.

“What’s up?”

“Baker’s been shot.”

Jonny's gut clenched and he surged to his feet.

“Come again?”

“Side of the road, going after Clifford. Fuck, Jonny, it’s bad. Two to the chest, no vest. He’s being flown to Shock Trauma.” Vaughn paused and a heavy silence fell between them.

“Clifford?”

“Don’t know for a fact but he’s our prime suspect. Baker’s been on edge since you were in the other day. Called in a favor and got his hands on some old lawsuit that was sealed. Part of a settlement or something. I didn’t see the report but Baker had that thing on his desk less than ten minutes before he tore out of there.”

Teddy’s. Fucking hell.

“Go to his office and get it,” Jonny demanded.

“Fuck, Jon, he took it with him. I’m at the scene, the report’s not here, and Baker didn’t have it on him when he was loaded into the medivac.”

“Jonny!” Nixon clipped and Jonny's stomach dropped at his friend’s tone. “Alarm went off, Dillinger’s at the farm.”

“On my way,” Vaughn said and disconnected.

Adrenaline surged through Jonny; murderous intent followed until his entire body was engulfed with it. Without thought, he turned and ran. His brain still hadn’t come back on station when he slid behind the wheel of his truck and turned over the ignition.

“Move over,” Jameson demanded. “Now, Jonny, climb over, I’m driving.”

Jonny didn’t move over, he put his truck in drive. Jameson being the smart man he was gave up the ghost of Jonny listening to reason and opened the rear passenger door behind Jonny. He jumped in as Jonny’s foot found the accelerator and the truck lurched forward. He could hear Jameson on the phone, something about getting Holden and Weston back to Kent County. The two of them were working on other jobs. Holden was in Delaware thirty minutes away and Weston was even farther in Baltimore.

Dillinger was at the farm.

Fuck.

Bobby was there alone, unprotected. Chasin and Evie were at a prenatal appointment.

Jonny fucked up. He thought she’d be safe. No one in their right mind would try to harm her while she was at work. It was known far and wide that the farm had cameras everywhere and the moment a car turned down the private lane, an alert was sent to Gemini Group.

The problem was, Dick Dillinger was not in his right mind. He was a stupid motherfucker and Jonny was ten minutes out.

So much could happen in ten minutes.

Anything could happen in ten minutes.

Fuck.

“Turn left,” Jameson directed.

“Faster to go straight.”

“Turn left.”

At the last minute, Jonny took the turn at a high rate of speed and Jameson exploded in a torrent of expletives that Jonny ignored.

“If you kill me, my wife is gonna have your ass, Jonny. Slow the fuck down.”

Jonny ignored that, too.

“Why’d I turn?”

“It fucks me, for a variety of reasons. One being you should not be driving.”

“Why the fuck did I turn?”

There had to be a reason Jameson had demanded Jonny turn off the main highway. There were multiple ways to get to the farm: one way would’ve taken them down a road with a fifty-five mile an hour speed limit that Jonny could’ve easily blown. The way that Jameson had directed Jonny to take was thirty-five and took them through a small village. Houses lined the streets, a church, a park.

“Cameras show Dillinger turned this way when he left the farm.”

“Bobby?”

“He has her.”

Fuck.

Jonny pressed the pedal down and fear slithered down his spine.

The last time a Dillinger took a woman, he almost killed her. And the almost wasn’t due to Dillinger having a change of heart—Sheriff Dillinger would’ve succeeded if Nixon hadn’t found McKenna and killed the sheriff.

Like father, like son.

And Jonny meant that every way he could mean it. Today Dick Dillinger would meet his end, in the same manner in which his father did. Only it would be Jonny who beat the life out of the son.

26

“What were you thinking?” Dick said into his phone. There was a short pause then a clipped response. “I fucking told you not to touch the women. They had nothing. Now I’ve gotta clean this up and Jonny’s gonna lose his fucking mind, Jarrod. You never should’ve been down that road. They have cameras all over the place.”

Dick took his eyes off the road to look down at the phone and disconnected the call.

My mind whirled at warp speed. What did “clean up” mean?

“Where are we going?”

“Shut up!” he shouted.

The asshole wanted me to shut up? He’d kidnapped me. Or adult-napped me, or taken me hostage, or captive, or prisoner, whatever it was called, Dick had done it. And the hell of it was, I’d basically helped him do it. Well, not really helped but he’d taken me by surprise and I hadn’t been able to fight. I hadn’t even heard the truck pull up.

It was dumb luck I’d been walking down the stairs to get a cup of coffee when Dick rushed me and knocked me on my ass. Before I could get my bearings, I was turned over and handcuffed. After that, I was easy pickings seeing as Dick had six inches and a hundred pounds on me. All he’d had to do was pick me up and toss me over his shoulder.

Sure, I kicked and screamed but there wasn’t a house within a mile of the farm. My screams were about as useless as