Page 83 of Jonny’s Redemption

“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 my kicks. Dick had simply wrapped an arm around my legs and held me still. That had effectively stopped me from squirming as well.

Now I was in his truck and he was driving like a madman, which was apt, considering he had to be insane to take me. He had to know Jonny would not rest until he found me. Neither would the guys.

Dick was fucked.

And that scared the holy hell out of me. Taking me from the farm meant he was desperate, so desperate he didn’t care there were cameras, so desperate he didn’t care he was courting death by driving onto the property.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked the same question he’d refused to answer.

“Shut up and let me think.”

“So you don’t have a plan?”

“I swear to God, if you don’t shut up I’m gonna gag you.”

It went without saying I didn’t want to be gagged, further I didn’t want to find out what he’d gag me with. But for him to gag me, he’d have to pull over, and if he stopped the truck maybe I could figure out a way to get out and draw attention. We weren’t on a main road, but we weren’t on one of the hundreds of back roads that had next to no traffic for long stretches. In other words, before he took me down one of the farm lanes that would give him total privacy to do whatever he had planned, I needed out of this truck.

“You don’t have a plan,” I antagonized him. “I thought you used to be a cop.”

“Shut the—”

“You know Jonny’s gonna find you, right? And when he does he’s gonna be pissed. You should pull over and let me out and maybe I can talk him out of killing you.”

I didn’t think Jonny would kill him kill him, but Jonny would do some damage, which worried me. The last thing I wanted was Jonny in jail. No, that was the second-to-last thing; the first last thing I wanted was to be violated and murdered. But Jonny behind bars was a close runner-up.

“Goodie-two-shoes, by-the-book Spencer is not going to kill me.”

Goodie-two-shoes?

Did Dick not know Jonny?

“Um, you must not have been close to Jonny when you were wearing the same uniform as him. Which makes sense, I guess, since you and your pals were too busy framing innocent men on drug charges.”

“So, Jonny shared.”

Yes, Jonny had told me all about Anderson Bull and his arrest. He felt mountains of guilt over not being able to stop the guy from going to jail for something Jonny was sure he was innocent of. And now Anderson was missing and his poor wife was beside herself. On that thought, my heart started to ache.

“Where’s Candy?”

“Fuck if I care.”

Oh, shit. Dick had threatened me and Candy and McKenna.

Micky was safe at work with the guys.