“When Logan gets his hands on you—you’ll wish you were dead.”
He laughed. “He can try. But once we disappear in that world, no one will find us. Not even those elite commando guys. And your boyfriend? That bastard’s blessed as fuck he’s still alive. Your fighter boyfriend didn’t look much like a fighter when his father tortured him for months after he let you go.” I swallowed the bile in my throat. Oh, Logan. No.
“I bet he couldn’t even walk when that Deck guy got him out. That bastard managed to shut us down. Found Raul too. But he hasn’t found me and now I have you. Raul intended for Sculpt to die a long, slow death for his betrayal. Instead, I’ve made it my mission to let you take his place.”
Alfonzo got up, and then pulled me to my feet. He put my hands up behind my head and tied them together.
I glanced over at Kat, trying to see if she was still alive, but I couldn’t see anything. Matt moved his leg, then I saw him slowly reach in his pocket and take out his phone. He was halfway to reaching the phone to his ear when he dropped it and went still. “You can’t leave them like that.”
Havoc was lying on her side, her chest heaving in and out, but there was no longer any fight to get up. Deep red blood soaked into her white coat where the bullet had penetrated her neck.
He pulled me behind into the tree line. “Kat!” I screamed.
I tried to pull free of Alfonzo, but with my hands tied above and behind my head, I quickly lost my balance and fell hard to my knees.
“Get up.” He kicked me in the side, and I tried to stand, but couldn’t. He grabbed hold of my elbow and pulled me through the bush until we reached the road where a car was parked.
I knew the worst thing I could do was panic, Logan taught me that. He also said to never get into a car. They always had the advantage at a second location. I knew once I disappeared, I’d be lost. Logan had told me that. Alfonzo told me that.
He patted me down, found my cell, and cursed, throwing it into the long grass in the ditch. I prayed it had gotten through to Logan, but I didn’t know, and all I could rely on right now was myself.
He opened the trunk and tugged me toward it.
No. This wasn’t going to happen to me. I swung around just as he was about to push me inside, and my elbow hit him in the side of the face, then I ducked at the same time as he made a grab for me. I stumbled. Fell to my knees on the gravel and tried to get up.
His hands were around my waist, and I was picked up off the ground kicking and screaming as loud as I could.
“Logan! Kat’s shot. Matt. Havoc’s field. Alfonzo.” I prayed my screaming reached the phone. That somehow, Logan’s voicemail picked up what was happening.
The trunk slammed shut, and I was immersed in darkness.
Logan
“We hitting Avalanche later?” Crisis asked. “After smokin’ hot Georgie last night, I need some pussy riding this horse fast. Damn, that woman rocks. I think I came a little bit when she said she wanted to fuck me.”
“Touch that ass and your ass will be no longer. That’s Deck’s.” Kite tossed his sticks in the air, caught them, then placed them in his back pocket.
Logan looked at his phone and grinned when he saw a missed call from Emily. His cock twitched when her sweet voice sounded on his voice mail.
“What the hell, Kat’s Ream’s, but he’s not doing her, and Georgie’s Deck’s, and he’s not doing her. I’d be doing them both and at the same fucking time.”
“Jesus, Crisis.” Kite said.
Logan glanced at Ream who was standing with his hand on the doorknob ready to leave the studio. The voicemail clicked to the next message, and while he waited for her voice again he said, “Having dinner with my mother tonight guys. Emily is—fuck.” Logan raced toward the door, the phone pressed to his ear.
“Man. What?” Kite said.
“Sculpt? What the fuck?” Crisis said following.
Ream yanked opened the door. “Sculpt?”
“Call the police, and have an ambulance meet us at the farm.”
Ream grabbed his arm just as Emily’s screams went through the phone.
“Fuck,” Logan shouted. No, fuckin’ way. Alfonzo was not getting his woman. Logan had never felt this intensity of fear and rage cut through him. He needed to reel it back in before he lost it completely. He pressed the phone harder to his ear and listened closely. There was the sound of Emily screaming Kat’s name. Then Alfonzo was talking about the torture. He heard a car door then Emily screaming for him. She yelled something indistinguishable and muffled then the word shot and then Havoc something. Logan heard the squealing tires and the line was silent.
The ambulance was waiting when he arrived. Deck was talking with two officers, but as soon as he saw him he jogged over.
“The police are searching the house, and my men are already headed for all known locations for transporting girls.”
Logan felt sick to his stomach. “I was supposed to protect her. I promised her.” The emotions running rampant through him were debilitating as thoughts of any harm coming to Emily. “Fuck.” He smashed his fist into the hood of the car.
“There was no way Alfonzo could’ve known she was here. Someone had to have told him. Someone we trust.”
“Jesus.” Logan started toward the house, but Deck stopped him grabbing his arm. Logan shoved his hand away. “I have to find her.”
“Yes, we do. But that’s not going to happen if you’re acting irrational. You know that better than anyone. I need to hear her message.”
Trying to act calm and patient was killing him. All he wanted to do was find her. Hold her. Protect her. God, he didn’t deserve her. Fuck. How did this happen?
Logan took out his phone and cursed when he saw his hand shaking. He went to his voice mail, then passed it to Deck.
Emily’s voice could be heard over the phone and it felt like a knife was ripping through him. When he heard her scream the name Havoc this time he heard the word field too. He looked at Deck and they both went running for the horse’s field.