I shook my head. “Not yet. Should be any minute.”
Pulling out the map from my back pocket, I spread it out over the hood of his black Dodge Charger. “I mapped out our route, so we can trek through the woods without being noticed. We’ll park here,” I pointed to the large red dot, “then we’ll run the rest of the way to the cabin. No one will see us coming. Your men can come in through the road when it’s time.”
Gary slapped me on the shoulder. “Sounds like a plan. Let’s go.”
We got in his car and headed quickly on our way. We had to get into position before Richard got there. By the time we got to our stopping point, Richard called.
“Hey,” I answered.
“Got the call from Micah. I’m on my way to the cabin with a bag. You sure this is a good idea?”
“By the time this person realizes it’s all fake money, it’ll be too late. Kassie will be fine, I promise. I’d take a bullet for her any day.”
“So would I.”
“Where’s Angela? Does she know what’s going on?”
Richard scoffed. “Hell no. She’d be going crazy if she did. I just left her at home, told her I had work to do at the shop. I’ll probably get my ass kicked when she finds out.”
“Good luck with that. I’ll see ya when it’s all over.”
We hung up and I took a deep breath. Gary handed me a pair of night vision goggles and we hiked through the woods, the moon giving us the sliver of the light we needed. We arrived right on time to watch Richard slowly driving his way down the rocky path. I scanned the woods with the goggles and found someone creeping through the woods on the other side of the cabin.
“I’ve got him,” I whispered low.
I passed the goggles to Gary. “I see him.” Richard got out of his car, carrying the bag full of money to the door. “He’s moving in.”
Richard disappeared inside and I steadily moved closer, hoping to get a glimpse of the man before he moved inside, with no luck. Hurrying up to the house, I peeked into one of the windows. It was dark inside, except for two lit candles. Micah had his gun poised, ready to take the shot when the other man appeared behind him.
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 fucking 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.”