Page 107 of When He Lies
“No!” How many times would Simone need to scream that word? “Logan, don’t!”
“Logan…” Mocking from Konstantin. “Do. Or else I tell the associates who have dear, sweet Nana that she’s the one who will get the bullet to the brain.”
When Konstantin said those words, Simone could have sworn her heart stopped. Her whole chest iced, and a faint squeak slid from her because that was all that she could manage.
Logan leaned halfway into the back of the vehicle. His gaze slid to her. “I’m sorry,” he said.
No, no, no.
He eased back. Turned around. But as he turned, she saw him pull out a gun. The same gun he’d had aimed at Ryan when she woke in the suite’s bedroom. She tried to grab for Logan, but Konstantin’s hold was unbreakable. Actually, he did nearly shatter her wrist. She felt the bones rub together even as?—
Boom.
Logan jumped into the front, passenger seat of the car. The driver climbed inside, too, slamming his door.
“Toss the gun out, Logan, now,” Konstantin thundered.
Logan tossed the gun.
It will have his prints on it. He’ll be tied to Harry’s murder. He’ll be hunted. Caught?—
“Get us the hell out of here,” Konstantin snarled.
The Bentley lurched forward even as she strained to see Harry through the back window. Not dead, please. But…no, no, no, no, no…
“I hear that when it comes to retrieving precious items that have been stolen…” Konstantin’s musing voice. “There is no one better than you for the job.”
She had tears on her cheeks. She could feel them. Her head turned, and she found Konstantin staring straight at her. “There are quite a few people who have been looking for you.” Hoarse words.
He shrugged. “Here I am. Interesting, isn’t it? That the British and the Americans wanted me so badly, and they did not know I was watching them all along. Watching so closely.”
“I’m sorry, Simone,” Logan said from the front seat. “His asshole goons got to Nana sometime last night.”
When she’d been with Ryan?
“They had her before you went to the Arch,” he revealed. “I…shit, he first contacted me when you were heading out into the rain. They knew about you, about me. About our past. They knew you had gotten the broach and the earrings.”
“Alexei mentioned them to me.” Konstantin let go of her wrist, but then he stroked the back of his hand against her cheek. “Alexei always knew to report good intel directly to me. He informed me of the broach and the earrings before you killed him.”
There was no way she’d ever reveal to Konstantin that Ryan had been the one to end Alexei’s life. It would only make him determined to destroy Ryan. “In my defense, Alexei was going to cut off my fingers.”
“I’ll cut them, off, too, unless you give me what I want.”
She could not look away from him.
“I’m sorry, Simone.” Logan’s miserable voice.
Right. He’d said that before. She was sorry, too.
“I would have fucking shot him in the street if I could,” Logan added, voice tight with fury. “But only he can call off the men who have my grandmother.”
“Yes, sweet, confused Nana. I’ll cut off her fingers, too,” Konstantin added, as if giving the matter thought. “I have two men with her now. They said she lived in a beautiful facility. Terrible security, but pretty place.”
“H-how did you even have men in Vegas?” Simone asked as she tried to figure a way out of this nightmare. Maybe he was lying. Maybe Nana was safe. Maybe?—
He laughed. A chilling sound. “I have people everywhere. And they are ready to do my bidding at a moment’s notice.”
Logan had craned around in his seat. “I’ve seen the videos. They aren’t faked. They are real. They have her. Dammit, they sent me a live feed right before I crawled through the hotel’s duct tunnels. Called it ‘extra fucking motivation’ for me.”
