Torn from You (39 page)

“We had a party last night, Matt. The horses
were probably scared of the noise. Come on. If they get on the
road, someone could get hurt.”

“Yeah. Yeah. I’m up.” Matt ran his hand back
and forth over his head and then down his face. “Give me a
sec.”

I quickly called Logan while Matt went the
washroom, but it went straight to voice mail.

“Morning, honey. Have fun at the studio.
Still thinking about last night and thinking I need some more of
that tonight
. After
you mother leaves. And Logan, thank you.
For wanting to share her with me.”

As we walked out to the back field, I didn’t
see Kat or the horses. Shit, that meant they’d probably gone over
to the neighbor’s or on the road.

“So, you and Sculpt are good?” Matt said,
his arm slung over my shoulder as we walked up the hill.

I smiled. “Yeah. We are. Really good,
Matt.”

He squeezed my shoulders. “He loves y—down.”
Matt suddenly shoved me away from him and I fell to the ground.

Bang.

“Matt!” I screamed as I watched him crumple
to the grass. “Matt. No, Matt.”

“Go near him and she dies.” Alfonzo held a
gun to Kat’s head, and I could see blood dripping from her temple.
She was gagged, and her hands were tied behind her back. Her eyes
were wild with a mixture of fear and anger.

“Come here,” Alfonzo bellowed.

I hesitated as I looked to Matt who was
clutching his leg and trying to crawl to Kat.

Bang.

I screamed as Matt’s body jerked and he fell
forward onto his face. “No. Stop. Stop. I’ll do whatever you
want.”

Alfonzo was burning with hatred, his eyes
wild and unsteady as he leered at me. His clothes were dirty and
his hair was greasy like he hadn’t showered in weeks.

“Bitch, get on the ground.”

I slowly sank to my knees sobbing.

Kat made a sound, and Alfonzo raised his gun
and slammed the barrel into her head. She cried out and fell to her
side, and he reared back and kicked her in the ribs.

“No!” I screamed and jumped up, running
toward her. I fell on top of Kat to save her from the brunt of his
abuse. He continued to boot me in the side until finally, he
stopped, and picked me up by the hair and forced me to kneel in
front of him.

Alfonzo raised the gun.

Click.

Bang.

I screamed at the same time the bullet went
off, and I saw Kat’s body jerk.

“Nooooo! Oh God. Oh God. No. Kat.” I was
screaming hysterically now, tears streaming down my cheeks as a
pool of her blood started to seep into ground staining the green
grass.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch.” Alfonzo aimed the
gun at me, and I waited for the pain as I crouched over Kat,
refusing to leave her.

“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 fuck 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 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.

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 fucked 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.