High-Sided (Armed & Dangerous #3)(62)

Kassidy


Micah had me sit in a chair with my hands loosely tied behind my back. There was a blindfold over my eyes, but I could hear everything in the other room. The cabin was old, its walls thinner than paper. It stunk like cigarette smoke, mold, and gasoline. It was strange to think my father would sneak here to gamble away all his money.

I heard the door open and my father’s voice. “Where is she?” he demanded.

“In there,” Micah said. The door to my room creaked open and I sat perfectly still, my head bowed down.

“Let her go and I’ll give you the money.”

“Sorry, old man,” Micah goaded as he shut the door. “It doesn’t work like that. Give me the money and maybe I’ll give you her. I might want to have some fun with her first.”

My father’s growl rumbled so loud I could actually hear the anger in it. Micah knew how to piss people off. I slipped out of the restraints and lifted the blindfold, so I could see what was going on. There was a small opening at the bottom of the door, from where it’d rotted away.

My father faced off with Micah, with the bag of money in one hand and a gun in the other. As soon as my father lifted the gun, my heart stopped. “If you violated her in any way, I’ll blow your f*cking head off.”

Before Micah could shoot him the way he was supposed to, a dark figure appeared at his back, shooting my father in the arm. I held back my scream as blood covered his sleeve. He dropped the gun and the bag of money so he could hold onto his limp arm. I wanted to pull out the gun at my waist and just shoot, but I couldn’t. I had to trust in Logan’s plan.

Through the crack, all I could see was the man’s body, since Micah stood in the way. My father’s eyes went wide with shock, his face contorting in not only pain, but betrayal. “Why?” he asked.

The second I heard the other man’s voice, I felt sick. Everything closed in around me and I wanted to scream. The man who held the gun up at my father was not only his best friend, but a man I loved—a man I considered family. Micah shifted on his feet, allowing me to see the smile Donnie gave my father. It made me shiver; it was cold and evil, not the caring man I’d thought him to be.

Micah cleared his throat. “I thought you weren’t coming until it was all over?”

Donnie shrugged. “Changed my mind. I thought Richie here would want to know the truth before it’s all over.”

“What truth?” my father demanded.

I wanted to smack the smirk off Donnie’s face. “The truth about what’s to come. Soon Bennett Racing will be all mine. Your soon-to-be widow will make sure of that.”

My father’s face contorted in pain and he leaned against the wall, his face turning white. “What does Angela have to do with this?”

“Why do you think I’m here? We’ve planned to take over Bennett Racing for years. You have no idea how much it killed me to see her with you. Just know that every time she went away with her friends, she was with me. In the end, our plan worked though. You made Sean an owner just like we’d hoped.”

Sean? No. I felt sicker by the minute. These were the closest people in my life, and they were my biggest enemies. The level of betrayal went further than just a knife to the chest. The wound went deeper than that; it went all the way down to my soul.

“Was Sean a part of this?” my father croaked. I held my breath.

Donnie laughed. “I wish, but no. He’s so in love with Kassidy, there’s no way he’d want to hurt her. But now that Logan and you will be out of the way, she’ll run back to him like she did the first time we got rid of Logan, and they’ll run Bennett Racing together.”

“The first time? Oh shit! You caused his accident eight years ago?” Micah chuckled. “That was f*cking brutal. Nice one.”

Donnie’s grin grew wider. “Angela’s the one who tampered with his bike. Unfortunately, it didn’t work, and it’s up to me to clean up her mess.”

My body shook with rage and so did my father’s. Not only did the truth come out about Angela, but we got the answers we needed.

“Nah,” Micah cut in, glaring right at Donnie. “Looks like I’m cleaning it up.” He pointed his gun at my father and pulled the trigger twice, the blast making my ears ring. My father fell to the floor and Donnie yelled, his eyes full of rage.

“You stupid piece of shit,” he spat.

“No, you’re the stupid one, motherf*cker. You brought me here for a job and I did it. Now give me my money, so I can get the f*ck out of here. I’m not here to listen to your problems.”

“You want your money? Here,” Donnie shouted, shooting Micah in the gut. “There’s your money.” Micah stumbled into the wall and slid to the floor, grunting in pain.

I couldn’t tell if he was hurt or faking. Frozen in place, I laid there, the walls feeling as if they’d closed in all around me. Was this part of the plan? Panic settled in and I couldn’t breathe. What was I going to do?

The room fell silent as Donnie looked around the room with a smile on his face. Breathing a sigh of relief, he pulled out his phone. “It’s done. Both Logan and Richard are gone. I’m going to grab Kassidy and head to your house. She won’t be waking up for a while, so we’ll stick to the story as planned.” He hung up and marched toward my room, only I couldn’t pretend any longer.