“Man. What?” Kite said.
“Sculpt? What the f**k?” 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, f**kin’ 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.
It felt like his feet were in quicksand. The thumping of feet were behind him as they all went running. He went over the dip in the hill and stumbled when he saw first the horse’s body lying in the grass, then Matt and Kat.
“I got Matt,” Deck shouted.
“Jesus.” Logan dropped down beside Kat’s body, blood pooling beneath her.
Logan checked for a pulse. Fuck, Kat. He needed to keep it together. Calm and controlled.
“No.” Ream’s stunned voice was behind him.
Logan nodded to Kite who grabbed Ream’s arm just as he fell to his knees beside Kat.
His voice was a haunted whisper as he repeated Kat’s name over and over again. One of the paramedics snapped a collar around her neck then they gently rolled her over onto the stretcher.
Matt was surrounded by three officers and a paramedic. Logan heard someone calling in another ambulance over the radio.
Deck had his phone to his ear and was calling out orders to whoever was on the other end.
Logan’s mind was in a whirlwind, and he was trying desperately to keep control, but Emily’s scream kept haunting him. He knew the sex trafficking ring; he knew how fast girls disappeared, and if Alfonzo still had connections, Emily could be out of Canada within hours never to be seen again.
Fuck, he knew it. Deck said Alfonzo had surfaced, but neither of them thought he’d link the farm to Emily. They’d taken precautions just in case, had security at the party, kept a man following them whenever any of them came to the farm to make certain they weren’t tailed. But Alfonzo had somehow found her.
“Fuck!”
One paramedic applied pressure to the stomach wound while the other took one end of the stretcher and Crisis the other.
“Kitkat,” Ream said. “Don’t you dare die on me.” Ream had tears in his eyes as he gripped her hand.
“Kat.” Logan heard Matt shout and a paramedic urged him to stay still and don’t talk. “Is she alive, damn it?”
Logan heard the paramedic trying to keep him calm and then Kite was talking to him, telling Matt Kat was fine. Logan wasn’t sure if that was true or not, but Matt had to calm down or he’d do worse damage to himself.
An officer was beside Havoc applying pressure to the bullet wound, but the mare wasn’t moving.
Logan looked at Deck and he shook his head. He knew what it meant—no sign of Emily.
His heart felt like a cement block had landed on it. He was having trouble breathing; even the churning in his stomach had stopped as if it was building into a huge wave of unbearable pain.
Ream and Crisis helped the paramedics with the two stretchers back to the ambulance, and Ream jumped inside.
“I’m going to the hospital too,” Crisis said.
“Not good, man. You and Ream all f**ked up and in the same hospital. I’ll go,” Kite offered.
“No. It may not look like it, but Ream’s my best friend. This is his chick, and she’s my friend, I’m going.”
Another ambulance pulled up and the paramedics rushed to load Matt into it. Crisis jumped in with Matt.
Deck was striding to the car as he listened to whoever was on the phone with him.
Logan started after him then jumped in the car. Kite got in the other side and nodded to him.