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.
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.