Page 79 of The Killer Who Kept Me

“Calm down. He’s okay. I’m getting things together, and I’m gonna bring him home.”

“Sar, I’m so sorry.”

I took Dafni’s face in my hands and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “No more apologies, Daf. This isn’t your fault.”

I could see it was tearing her apart, and she needed her mind on something else to occupy her.

“I’m going to get him. I need you to keep everything running smoothly here. No one goes downstairs. I’m leaving guys here. Listen to them—no one leaves, no one goes outside. I need you to help keep things running smoothly.”

“Of course.”

“Thank you.”

After I changed and was armed I met the guys in my study. I had to split my numbers—half at the house and half with me—but if it all went well, by the end of the day everything would be back to rights.

“Ready, Boss?” Benny slipped his .45 into his holster.

“Fuck, yeah. Let’s get my guy and destroy Ramsey Brookes.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

“A good decision is based on knowledge, not numbers”

~ Plato

Em

Ramsey had leftfifteen minutes ago and hadn’t returned. Two guys were in the room, watching Andre and me as if we were going to chew our legs off to escape.

“What happens when this dickhole doesn’t deliver you in an hour?” Andre whispered.

“Saros has a plan. He knows you’re here too. We’re getting out of this—don’t worry.”

“You have a lot of confidence in him.”

I nodded and smiled. “I do.”

Andre sighed and rested his head against the wall. I stared at the clock and the two men. Saros was coming. I could feel it all the way to my marrow.

Ramsey strode in ten minutes to the deadline time with a victorious expression on his face that made my stomach twist.

He spared me a glance before giving all his attention to Andre. “Looks like your dad loves you a whole lot.”

“Is that a foreign concept for you?” Andre snapped, and I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped me.

Ramsey pointed his finger right in my face. “Saros isn’t going to have RJ forever. Once he’s back, you’re going to feel every second he’s pissed me off.”

I refused to blink. For years I’d kept my gaze from his, bowed to his will, stayed as small as I could, and said yes to every demand. Maybe it was the time I’d been with Saros, but all the rage started crawling out of me. I did what I could; I spit in his fucking face.

Whether it was instinct or reaction, he clocked me square in the jaw, my head whipped to the side, and slammed into the cement wall.

I chuckled through a mouth full of blood. “RJ’s gonna love that.”

Ramsey’s nostrils flared, his teeth clenched, and the smile he wore when he came in was long gone.

“You all right?” Andre asked, but I didn’t get a chance to answer because Ramsey was talking to him again.

“You worry about you. You have a chance of walking out of here.” He hooked his thumb at me. “This isn’t someone you want to tie yourself to.”

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