The Billionaire and His Driver

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Although Sully decided to stay the night at Bradshaw Manor, to seemingly protect his brother from Brina, which was kind of heart wrenching to Brina. But she understood it. Crooks were calling her a crook. He didn’t know her like that. Why wouldn’t he believe the crooks?

But the fact that Ronny was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt was like a blast of grace to her. She loved him more because he believed her over the crooks. She loved him more because she knew being associated with her was putting his life in danger. Drez Wilburn breaking into her home and that Suburban that terrorized them were exhibits one and two. The fact that Ronny fired Jockey seemingly to hire her as his driver and the pandemonium that ensued from that decision: exhibit number three.

Which left her with so much guilt it wasn’t even close.

They showered together and went straight to bed. But they couldn’t sleep a wink. They laid on their backs and stared at the ceiling as time ticked away. They both knew there were yet questions to be answered, but neither one of them had the desire to say a word.

But Brina knew the obligation was on her.

She turned onto her side and looked at Ronny. His long eyelashes that floated over his deep blue eyes like protective guards were a girl’s dream. “Thank you for not accusing me,” she said to him.

Ronny turned onto his side and looked at her. They were naked and under the covers, but their coverings were around their waist. He fondled one of her nipples, then her entire breast.

“I just don’t know why people keep lying on me,” she said as his massaging made her feel more relaxed. “I’ve never stolen anything before in my life, or tried to harm anybody or anything like that, but those labels keep following me.”

Then she placed her hand on the side of Ronny’s face. “I didn’t know anything about the corruption at that Detroit charity. And when I was told something strange was going on at the charity in Eugene, I immediately went to my boss. And the next thing I know they’re arresting me.”

“Your boss here in Oregon may have found out about what happened at that charity in Michigan and that’s why he contacted the FBI.”

Brina thought about it. “That’s possible.”

“I say that because my legal team hasn’t found anything to implicate anybody inside the charity. They think it could be the truck drivers, whom nobody even bothered to suspect at the time, but maybe they were getting the same kickbacks from your father for diverting those shipments.”

“Right. Because at the charity in Eugene, those weren’t made up shipments. Those were approved and paid for shipments that were being diverted elsewhere. So that’s entirely possible. Which means my father could have followed me to Oregon because he knew that charity had the same methods of delivery as the charity in Detroit?”

Ronny continued fondling her breast. He was getting horny on top of everything else. “Drez claim Joe Mosley didn’t know where you were and ordered them to find you after Cannigan claimed you were hiding a stash for him. Would your father have known you went to college in Oregon?”

Brina shook her head. “Absolutely not. I haven’t seen that man since I was a homeless thirteen-year-old and hitchhiked to his house to ask if I could stay with him.”

“What happened?”

“He and his new wife told me to get lost. My dead stepdaddy was my only daddy now. That he wanted nothing to do with me.” She shook her head again. “I hated him after that. I know I shouldn’t, but I did.” Then she scrunched up her face. “Still do.”

Ronny’s jaw tightened. Then he pulled her into his arms. “Well I love you,” he said. “Fuck Joe Mosley.”

Brina smiled and then looked into his eyes. “I love you too,” she said.

And that was all it took for Ronny. He slid her naked body on top of his naked body and began kissing her and massaging her below. When she was wet enough and was returning his kisses with the same vigor he was putting out too, he knew it was time. He entered her with a slow, sweet, long entry. And then they began to move, in sync, for a much longer time than they thought they had the energy to withstand.

It wasn’t meant to be filled with urgency and desperation. It was meant to calm them down from the drama of that day. And it worked. He wrapped her into his arms even tighter as they got into a groove. It was slow and easy, and as passionate as their most passionate lovemaking nights.

And when the time of climax came, it was Brina first, but Ronny wasn’t far behind. They began kissing again, and he held onto her even tighter, as those feelings overtook them and they came.

They were still coming down from that mountain high when knocks were heard on the bedroom door.

Ronny knew it had to be Sully. No one else was allowed to come onto the fourth floor without permission. But he had to regulate his breathing before he answered. “Yes?”

“May I come in?”

Brina attempted to move off of Ronny, but he stopped her. “This is our house,” he said to her. “Stay where you are.”

He made sure they were fully covered, and then he responded to his brother. “Come in.”

Sully entered the bedroom. When he saw that Brina was on top of his brother, and assumed what they had been up to, he felt a sense of joy that his brother had finally found somebody to love. But the person he had found was still an enigma to Sully. He wasn’t nearly as sure of her innocence as Ronny seemed to be. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said, “but Mac just called.”

“They found Joe Mosley?” Ronny asked him as Brina waited anxiously to hear the answer.

“Not him,” said Sully. “But they’ve found Sabrina’s former boss from that Detroit charity. They found Troy Cannigan.”

“I thought he was in prison?” Ronny asked. Brina had thought so too.

“That’s the crazy part. He still had a few months remaining on his sentence, but because of overcrowding he was freed a week ago. There was no public announcement. Even his jail mates thought he was still in the infirmary because of a cold he had. But they released him straight from the infirmary. And our guys found him.”

“Where?”Ronny asked.

“Mac did a deep background on him, discovered he still owned this shack in the woods, and he was able to look at satellite video of a figure going in and out of that location. A figure that looks a lot like the man Drez Wilburn described as Troy Cannigan. That’s when our guys were able to go in and hold him at gunpoint. It’s not Mosley, but it’s the next best thing. He has a lot of the answers we need. We’re heading out in the morning.”

“No we aren’t,” said Ronny. “We’re heading out now.”

Brina was pleased to hear it. She didn’t think she could wait till morning.

“Sounds good to me,” Sully said, pleased too. And he exited the bedroom.

Brina leaned her head up and looked at Ronny. “Thanks.”

Ronny smiled and kissed her. “The beginning of the end,” he promised her, pulled out of her, and they both got out of bed.