Page 85 of Jonny’s Redemption

“But they will be looking for you,” I pointed out.

“No, Bobby, they’ll be looking for you,” he corrected. “And as long as they’re tied up they won’t get in my way.”

I shouldn’t have asked, I really should’ve listened to the countless times Dick had told me to shut up, but I had to know.

“Won’t get in your way of doing what?”

Dick didn’t answer.

He slammed on the brakes again, this time harder than the first time. Or maybe not, and the first time had given me a concussion.

Because the second time my forehead made contact with the dash, everything went black.

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Jonny’s gaze was fixed on the computer monitor mounted on the wall in the conference room.

Dick’s ambush was quick. Bobby had no chance of fighting back before she was handcuffed and thrown over Dick’s shoulder.

Quick but not violent.

The view switched to the outside camera and Jonny watched as Bobby lifted her head and her gaze went straight to the camera.

Straight fucking to it, like she was staring directly at Jonny. There was no fear—no, his woman was pissed right the fuck off.

Then Jonny lost sight of Bobby when Dick put her in his truck. He didn’t throw her, he placed her in the passenger seat before he hightailed it around the hood and jumped in. Seconds later, he was flying down the lane.

Start to finish Dick was on and off the property in five minutes, forty-two seconds.

Eighteen seconds shy of six minutes.

That was how long it had taken for the sick son-of-a-bitch to get his hands on Bobby. But it was the last hour that had torn Jonny to shreds.

Quick but not violent.

The reminder didn’t stop the anger from vibrating through him. The images of Dick taking her assaulted his memory—his filthy hands on her, her hands cuffed.

Taken.

A phone rang but Jonny didn’t take his eyes off the monitor. The final frame frozen—nothing on the screen but an empty road.

Fucking empty.

No leads.

Gone without a trace.

“Shit,” Jameson barked from next to Jonny but still Jonny couldn’t stop staring at the image.

They were missing something.

A second later, Alec’s voice filled the conference room, “Back door is busted in. Living room’s a wreck, so is the kitchen, and Candy’s gone.”

Bone-chilling fear like he’d never known licked up Jonny’s spine.

“Dillinger?” Jonny asked.

“Clifford,” Alec answered.