Page 60 of Jonny’s Redemption

“You didn’t kill your father.”

Jonny sucked in a breath and held it until his lungs burned. Obviously, Jonny knew he hadn’t been the one to pull the trigger; that was all Doug. However, Jonny had spent a good amount of time wondering if he’d handled the situation differently if he could have defused it and changed the outcome. But at the time, Jonny had been overcome with rage. He’d been furious at all of them, save his niece who was an innocent bystander in their fucked-up family, which only fueled Jonny’s anger to new heights. Instead of digging in to make a point, perhaps if Jonny had just given Doug the money he’d wanted no one would’ve died.

“She’s right in the sense I could’ve given Doug what he wanted and he wouldn’t have killed Calvin.”

“That’s bullshit, Jonathan. Pure bullshit. You were in that situation because your father had an affair that resulted in a child. Why he didn’t divorce Anita when that woman came up pregnant, I will never understand. I cannot fathom how a man has two families. And I really can’t understand why she didn’t divorce him when he asked her to raise that child. Beyond that, I don’t understand why she never talked to me, why she didn’t protect you. But from the start, my sister was mindless when it came to your father. Your granddad hated your father from their first date until the day my father died—he despised Calvin. He said Calvin had a black heart, and your granddad was not wrong. But from them came you. And as you know your granddad loved you something fierce. He was proud of you. We all are, Jonathan. I’m sorry I didn’t know what was going on. If I had, I would’ve removed you from their home immediately. I would’ve helped you in any way I could help.”

Jonny knew that the evidence of that was passed out in his uncle’s car. The moment Jonny had called, his uncle had dropped everything to come to his aid. Not his sister’s—Jonny’s.

“I reckon that’s why she didn’t tell you, Uncle Bryan. If you took me out of that house, people would know something was wrong. Something she went to great lengths to hide. They both did. The other part of that is if you took me she’d lose her buffer. They needed me to watch out for Doug and that became even more so when he found out Calvin was his real father, not just a friend of his mother’s who came to visit them. No part of that discovery had been fun, but Doug took it as an opportunity to blackmail them. And from there, I had to watch him and make sure he wasn’t talking out of turn to people around town. They’d convinced me if anyone found out our lives would be ruined, we’d have to move away and I didn’t want to lose my friends and my home. I was too young to fully understand what was really going on. Our lives were already ruined, Calvin had done that years before. All that was left was their reputation and they wanted that intact. As an adult, I don’t get it any more than I did when I was a child. But there you have it. Decades of lies and secrets for nothing.”

Lies always come out in the end. One day, one year, or decades later. And right then Jonny was feeling the nothingness of those secrets. They were all for naught. Even if Anita hadn’t been arrested, even if his uncle hadn’t had to drop everything and come rushing down to Maryland, even if Jonny was done hiding—the secrets meant nothing. Not a goddamn, fucking thing. Who gave a flying fuck if everyone knew his father was a philandering sack of shit? Who cares if all of Kent County had known that Doug was his blood brother? God, the stupidity of his family was unreal. And Jonny had gone along with it, making him complicit in their lunacy.

“None of that is important anymore,” his uncle told him and Jonny felt that hit. “It’s time for you to start living your life without the cloud of their failures hanging over you. Whether my sister wants it or not, she’s getting help. I’ve talked to the rest of the family and they’re on board. I hope it doesn’t come to this, but if she won’t immediately go into treatment, she’ll be experiencing at-home family therapy.”

Jonny was glad he wouldn’t be there for that. Anita could be mean or meaner when she was confronted with her problems and she defended her husband even while she was sober like a lioness defended her cubs. Her unhealthy obsession with Calvin was just as much a problem as her drinking.

“You should be prepared, Uncle Bryan. She will lash out.”

“Son, she already shattered my heart this afternoon the way she spoke to you. That is a side of my sister I never thought existed so there is nothing more she can say or do that would disgust me further. Though I did warn the others what we’re up against. No one is happy at the moment, they all wanted to reach out to you, but I did ask them to give you some time. You deserve some peace and quiet.”

Peace.

Bobby.

Yes, Jonny was on his way home where he would cross the threshold, close the door, and find his peace.

“Call me if you need anything.”

“I won’t call. As I said, from here on out, we’ve got this. You take care of that pretty girl. And when the time is right, you bring her up to New York to meet the family.”

Jonny finished his call with his uncle as he pulled into his driveway, caught sight of Bobby’s car, and that peace started to settle over him. Then as he made his way across the yard to the back deck he realized as shitty as that scene with his mother had been he was over it. There was nothing she could say that could penetrate the walls he’d built. The walls that Bobby’s love had fortified.

One day when Anita got sober he’d have to deal with the hurt, he’d have to forgive her. But that day was not right then. For now, he and Bobby were safely on the other side of his fortress. He’d take the time to convince his woman he was all good, then he was setting aside the bullshit and enjoying his evening.

And that night with Bobby’s head resting on his chest, her scent filling his senses, her fingers twined with his, Jonny fell asleep for the first time since he was a kid knowing unequivocally all was right in his world.

20

“This is rad!” Penny Cash exclaimed.

The girl was everything Evie had said she was and more. Seeing her excitement made the last ten days of busting my hump worth it. Sean and Bonnie Lovette had checked into their bed and breakfast and would be at the studio soon. Evie was already there and I was showing Penny and her boyfriend slash wannabe-manager my place.

We decided I’d stay with Jonny while Penny and Tony were in town. Well, we hadn’t decided as such, it was more of a given. I’d been staying with Jonny every night since we’d gotten home from the beach. At that point, I had more clothes at his place than I did in my closet, ditto with my makeup and hair products. Me basically moving in with Jonny hadn’t been discussed, it simply happened, and somewhere along the line, he’d stopped asking whose place we’d be sleeping at and I started to refer to his house as home. As in, “I’ll see you when I get home.” I’d found myself saying that a lot over the last week and a half and I’d heard it from Jonny just as much.

It was natural, it was us, we’d fallen into a routine. I woke up every morning with Jonny, went to work, sometimes we met for lunch if he had time, I met him at home, we ate dinner together, we had off-the-charts great sex, then I’d fall asleep exhausted next to him. We talked, we laughed, he teased me, I did the same. It was awesome. I knew Jonny was worried about his mom but he shut me down every time I asked about her. That part wasn’t awesome, it was frustrating, but I let it go because with everything else he was open. Not only with me but with the guys. He’d told Jameson, Chasin, Weston, Alec, and Holden everything and had filled Nixon in on the not-so-nice farewell his mother had treated him to.

So, I was giving him time—a month—then I was pushing him to deal with the hurt his mother had caused. The only thing Jonny did tell me was his mother was in treatment—a live-in facility and she had no contact with the outside world. I thought this was a good thing. Jonny agreed but he did so with a nod and anguish in his eyes. My man needed to talk to me before he exploded again.

With me unofficially living with Jonny, it made sense for Penny and Tony to stay here. It was empty and she’d be close to the studio and besides, my pad was nicer than the hotels in town. Evie had thought about putting them up in the same B and B the Lovettes were staying at but one look at Penny and I knew Evie had been right—Penny was not a B and B kinda girl. The girl oozed rock ’n’ roll. Stay at the Hyatt West Hollywood, get drunk, throw a TV out the window, cause mayhem, tear up the room rock ’n’ roll. She looked like she’d been born five decades too late, and she should’ve been rocking in the seventies.

“The fridge is stocked,” I told Penny, then turned to Tony. “There’s a full bar in the studio, I’ll show you when we go over there, but feel free to help yourself.”

“Thanks, Bobby,” he muttered but didn’t bother looking at me.

“Do you have any questions?”

“Are you sure this is okay? I don’t wanna put you out. Me and T can stay in a hotel.”