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“If you and Kasen are friends, why is she in the hands of my enemy?”
The bastard actually had the balls to look remorseful. “I owe Franz Meier some money,” he grumbled. “They’ll clear my debt if I deliver you to them.”
“You traded my wife for some gambling debts? Is that what you’re telling me?”
His blue eyes hardened. “No,” he lied. “I did it because she never wanted you.” His jealousy was obvious, and it was hard to blame the man. “Kasen deserves to be happy, and she’s not happy with you.”
“She told you this?” Now it was my jealousy that was threatening to boil over.
“She didn’t have to,” he snapped. “I was there when you showed up at Milton on Monday.” He looked repulsed and angry with the recollection. “What kind of man disrespects his wife at her place of work? Kasen deserves to be worshipped in a proper bed, not treated like some dirty slut.”
Surprisingly, his words were welcomed. If he thought that Kasen only wanted to be pleasedbehind closed bedroom doors, then he didn’t really know my wife at all. Whatever they’d had didn’t compare to what I had with her. Kasenlovedbeing fucked like a dirty slut, and it gave me a sick satisfaction that this asshole had no idea.
“Make your phone call,” I instructed.
His head jerked back a bit, seeming to remember the reason that we were here. “Yeah, okay.”
My eyes darted around, and I could make out some of my men positioned exactly where they needed to be if things got ugly. This idiot had at least ten guns aimed at his head right now, and hehad no idea. He was already dead, though he had absolutely no idea.
“Yeah, it’s me,” he said into the phone. “Yeah, no…he’s standing right in front of me...No, I told him...Yeah, he knows.” He started gnawing on his lower lip. “Hmm…yeah, okay.”
When he hung up the phone, I asked, “Problem?”
“No,” he rushed out nervously. “Franz said that Emil’s going to call you right now, and so you better answer.”
“Emil Schulz doesn’t have my number,” I informed him.
“Hehas Kasen’s phone,” he replied. “He’s going to call you on that.”
After waiting a heartbeat, I asked, “What’s your name?”
He scowled. “Ryan. Why?”
“Ryan, you do know that Emil’s going to kill you after you’ve served your purpose, right?”
His face turned an ugly shade of red. “No, he’s not,” he snapped. “Franz promised.”
Before I could disillusion him some more, my phone started ringing, and I could feel an eerie calm settle in my bones. I knew Emil Schulz well enough to know exactly what needed to be done. While I had no doubt that I’d get Kasen back, I didn’t want to think about what condition she might be in when I did.
I answered the phone, Emil Schulz and his entire syndicate already dead men.
Chapter 26
Kasen~
When I had woken up, it’d been to my head bleeding and aching almost asbadly as my arm. Franz had knocked me out with the butt of his gun, and I probably had a concussion with as nauseated as I felt. However, looking around the room, a concussion was the least of my problems right now. There were four other men in the room with Franz Meier while I was tied to a chair near one of the windows, the glass boarded up like all torture hideaways.
“Ah, you’re awake,” Franz announced, making the other four turn and look my way. “We just got off the phone with Buckner and are ready tocall your husband.”
“If you think that Nero is going to make the trade, you’re crazy,” I spat, my head a little woozy. “There’s no way that he’s going to sacrifice himself for something that can easily be replaced.”
“Shut up!” Franz yelled. “Just shut up!”
“Well, we’ll see about that,” said the guy in the black suit. The others were wearing dark blue suits, and while I didn’t know if that was intentional, it made the guy in the black suit stand out more. Even though I’d never seen the man before, it wasn’t hard to guess who he was.
With my phone in his hand, I watched him dial Nero, and because he was a sick sonofabitch, he put it on speaker. He wanted his men to hear the Sartori Underboss give himself up in some sort of powerplay, but the joke was on him; there was no way that Nero would ever surrender to anyone.
“Schultz,” Nerogreeted as he answered the phone.
