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Neither of my brothers says a word, and while I know they don’t agree with how I’m handling the situation, it doesn’t matter. At the end of the day, I’m the boss of this family.
It’s my call to make, and they can either fall in line or step aside.
“What’s the plan?” James asks, and though I can feel his reluctance, I know he has my back.
“We’ll start easy. Bring her in here and see what she answers. If she gives us any issues, we take her to the base and do it the hard way.”
“And the boyfriend?” Damon asks.
“Ryan is rigging the security cameras to give us a live feed. Should be a lovely motivation for her.”
My brothers nod, neither of them particularly pleased with me.
But it doesn’t matter.
“I’ll bring her in here at nine,” I tell them as I walk to the door. Before I walk out, I look at James and add, “Let her keep Kane tonight.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
Kasey
I’m ready at seven on the dot, but the bastard doesn’t come.
I shouldn’t be surprised that Logan’s playing with me. There was a time when I enjoyed our games, and I’d be plotting my next move right about now.
But instead, I just sit and wait for him.
Thisisa game, but it’s one that I will lose if I show any sign of force. I’ve always been the charging bull, but Logan ripped the horns from my head, and now I need a new strategy if I’m going to get out of here.
Being back in this manor is a nightmare.
At least if Logan had taken me to a cell, I wouldn’t be forced to live and breathe in a space that carries so many memories I’ve spent months trying to repress. I can’t fathom why this room has remained untouched, and the mix of emotions it inspires makes me sick to my stomach.
Or maybe that’s the disgusting pasta Logan made me eat for dinner.
I could kill him for that alone.
Kane is my only saving grace. Spending time with him has recharged me—grounded me.
James never came for Kane, and I’m so glad. Thanks to the time change from Payson, it took hours for sleep to finally takeme, and sleeping with my dog curled up beside me was a comfort I needed more than I realized.
It reminded me of who I used to be before Logan Consoli came into my life and took everything from me.
I’m strong, independent, capable, and—most of all—cunning.
I may not be a charging bull, but I’m not helpless, either.
I just need a new strategy.
It’s almost nine when Kane starts whining at the door. I have no idea what his schedule is these days, but with me, he was always outside by eight. He’s been pawing at the door for fifteen minutes, and I’m starting to feel like I need to do something.
Logan was explicit about my confinement, but that was assuming I wouldn’t have Kane with me. Surely, he can’t blame me for taking my dog outside to use the restroom.
Of course, he can—and probably will.
I could just open the door to let Kane out and assume someone else will take care of him.
But he’s my dog, andIwant to care for him.
