“They’ll crucify you,” I promised through sputtered breaths. “Deck and his men. Logan. They’ll kill you.” My voice grew steadier. If Kat was still alive then her only chance would be to get pressure on the wound and to a hospital.
Over Alfonzo’s shoulder I saw the white mare--Havoc. She must have heard my screams and the gunshot. Eyes steady and watching. Nostrils flaring. It was the only thing I could think of—I whistled a long, high-pitched sound.
Havoc’s ears perked, and she tossed her head then came galloping toward us. Alfonzo heard the hooves pounding into the hard ground and turned. I did two things—pressed Redial on my phone then dove for Alfonzo.
I landed hard on top of him, my hands going for the gun. Havoc’s hooves kept coming toward us. Alfonzo elbowed me between the ribs and knocked the wind out of me. I fell backward, and he came on top, the gun shoved hard into my chest.
“I like fighters. The more you fight the better. I’m going to string you up and f**k you until you bleed. You’re going to suck me, and then when I’m done I’m going to sell you.”
I grit my teeth and refused to look away from him.
Havoc whinnied behind us, then reared up, legs flailing.
Alfonzo turned and pointed the gun at Havoc. I yelled just as the bullet went off.
I felt the vibration in the ground as Havoc fell.
“Havoc,” I yelled.
Alfonzo jammed his gun so hard into my chest that my breath was cut off.
“Don’t move.” I could hear Havoc screeching and thrashing to get to her feet. “Raul should’ve killed Sculpt when he had the chance. Bastard was too greedy. Thought his son would join him and become his prize fighter. I knew. I warned Raul Sculpt was planning shit. But the bastard was too cocky. He thought no one would attempt to take him down.”
“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 f**k 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 pu**y riding this horse fast. Damn, that woman rocks. I think I came a little bit when she said she wanted to f**k 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 c**k 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 f**king 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.