Page 198 of Keeping Kasey
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Logan
The phone falls from my hand. I think I hear the screen shatter, but I don’t look to check.
If I do, I’ll see those pictures again.
Kasey, held by her hair with a bruised jaw and cut lip.
And an ultrasound.
An ultrasound.
A vision of Kasey pregnant with our child etches itself into my brain, and I can’t think of anything more beautiful.
And right now,Leon Diazhas her.
I only just stepped out of the shower after returning from the cellar.
Scott’s a stubborn bastard, and it’s a shame he chose to follow Mason over me. Two hours of torture finally got me the answers I needed—that he sold the shipping container’s location to a few low-life arms dealers who were willing to pay a lot for the weapons and ammunition, not realizing who they belonged to or what stealing them would ultimately mean for them.
I’ve already sent my team to deal with them.
With any luck, I’ll have my shipment back by the end of the day.
I’ve been itching to see Kasey all morning, but since I figure blood-covered knuckles aren’t a look she’d appreciate, I forced myself to shower before going to see her.
I was just about to leave my office when my phone rang.
“Consoli, how are you these days?” Leon had asked.
I didn’t recognize the voice, but not just anybody can stumble upon my number.
I knew the second he told me who he was that something very bad had happened.
Leon Diaz is one of the few people who can make me look like an upstanding citizen. I will do what it takes to protect my family and maintain my power, but Diaz enjoys the cruelty his power allows him to inflict on anyone who gets in his way.
I may operate in the gray area, but Diaz dances in the black.
He has no boundaries or regard for anything aside from his own sick gratification.
“I have no business with you,” I told him, tempted to hang up right then and there.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” he said, almost playfully. “I want the list of traitors. Give it to me, and our business will be concluded.”
“Bold assumption that any such list exists. Even if it did, I’d never hand it over to you.”
“No? Then I guess I’ll just have to settle for a snarky little blonde.”
That shouldn’t have been possible. Kasey should’ve been safely tucked away in Ford’s office. I would’ve known if she left.
Right?
But I knew before my phone even buzzed that he wasn’t bluffing.
Seeing that picture of Kasey’s bruised face, with some soldier’s fist in her hair, turned the fear in my veins into murderous rage.
“Donottouch her,” I’d seethed.
