“Baby, you’re good. No one’s mad at you. Blaze is just being defensive right now because of what happened to Raven and Mark,” Ranger mutters, reaching out to pull me into his chest.
“Agreed, it’s a good idea and appreciated. Now let’s hope we never have to use any of them besides for weekend getaways,” Blaze grumbles. “In fact, I need a key. Think me and Raven could use a weekend away. Long as one of the ol’ ladies will take the boys.”
“I’ll take them,” I murmur, speaking up without haste. I haven’t spent enough time with Matthew or Mark, and I want that chance. Besides, I know I could use the practice. I’m not pregnant but with as much as Ranger and I have been going at it, it’s going to happen sooner or later. Especially, since I’m not on any birth control and he’s not using condoms.
Glancing up to Ranger, I give him a smile and his eyes dilate. I know what that means. “Is it okay with you if they stay with us?” I ask him.
“Anything for you, baby,” he remarks.
With the way he says this, I know he means anything. God, I love this man. He’s my everything.
Nodding, I check the chili to find it is ready and begin scooping out bowls for everyone. When the biscuits are done, I pull them out and let the guys have at it. As they’re standing around eating, the door opens, and Rachel steps in looking freaked.
“What’s going on, doll?” Stoney asks the second he sees her as he puts his bowl down.
“I just received this,” she murmurs, holding her phone up with shaking hands.
“Fuck,” Stoney snarls, and throws the phone across the room and pulls his ol’ lady into his arms.
“What is it, Prez?” Ranger asks from next to me.
Everyone in the room goes on alert.
“Seems we’re not done with Spark and he’s making it known. Sent an image of my Corinne playing with Kayla and Mercy. Said they’re up next,” Stoney snarls.
“Who is this Spark guy?” I ask quietly.
“Bad guy, baby, he and his group kidnapped Cara and raped her,” Ranger tells me not missing a beat.
At the mere mention of it all a different form of vengeance begins to seep into me. “Let me loose,” I say meeting Ranger’s gaze.
“No fuckin’ way,” he growls through clenched teeth.
“I don’t mean by going alone, let me help. I can find this Spark. We can’t let him get those girls. They’re babies. I take this on and I’ll do it with you all having my back protecting me as I bring him to you,” I state and I can see the light in his eyes as he takes in my words. I won’t ghost him.
“You do this it’s the last time and you don’t turn into the Harpy, you leave that to us,” Ranger orders.
“I can do that,” I nod.
“Alright then, do what you do best,” he says giving me a look.
Nodding, I reach up and give him a kiss before pulling my phone out. Hitting the second key, I put it to my ear and glance around the room.
“We’re not doing this again,” Trevor snaps instantly through the line.
“Last time I swear it and I’m not going alone,” I inform him, my gaze meeting Stoney’s to find him nodding at me. “Need you to find information for me. Have it ready before I get to the Devil’s Riot MC clubhouse in Franklin. Guy named Spark.”
“What the fuck do you need to go there for? You said you were done.” Trevor snarls pissed about me doing this.
“Only doing it because there are three little girls who I won’t see harmed,” I inform him, and he disconnects without saying another word. I knew what it meant. Pulling the phone from my ear, I put it in my back pocket. “Give me two hours of a head start and then follow. Once you get to the Franklin charter, I should have him ready for you to pick-up.”
Eyes narrowed, Stoney nods. He knows my reputation and knows I don’t lie when I say I’ll have this Spark ready for pick-up.
“Be careful, Harlow,” Ranger murmurs before taking my mouth in a soul searing kiss. Lifting his mouth from mine, I smile at him.
“Always, Ryan. I know I’ll have you watching out for me.”
“Fuckin’ right you do. Now let’s get this shit done. I’m thinking we need another weekend away after this shit.” I can’t help but smile at Ranger’s remark.
Yeah, we definitely will. Maybe I’ll take him to the house in Sandbridge. It is on the oceanside and like last weekend we could enjoy the sounds of the ocean as he slides into me.
Without looking at anyone else, I give his hand a squeeze and walk away, not looking back. I never look back and never will. My mind turns to the mission at hand.
Keep Corinne, Kayla, and Mercy out of this fucker’s hands.
Chapter Seventeen
Harlow
I’m flying down the highway, coming up on Capron when my phone rings. I don’t bother looking to see who it is as I answer the phone. “Turn off to this fucker is coming up on your left, you’ll go about a half mile down, turn right then go another three miles down. This road is a dead end but there’s a white house, you’ll see it. Don’t know why the fuck this asshole picked it but you should know it’s the same one who fucked with one of the Franklin charter’s women, Ally.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I know exactly which house he’s talking about.
Motherfucker.
“Okay, send coordinates to Ranger, and the rest of them. Might as well send them to Twister and Horse as well. It’s their daughters at risk too.”
“On it. Don’t get yourself killed, I won’t be happy if you do,” Trevor declares before hanging up.
Shaking my head, I turn left where I needed to and follow the rest of the directions Trevor sent me. This shit is too easy sometimes. Then again, those are the times that shit can go sideways right along with the rest of the worst of it because you don’t anticipate anything fucking up.
My phone rings again as I make the final turn. “I don’t have time,” I mutter as I answer the phone.
“Baby, make time,” Ranger growls and I slow down marginally.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“Want you to pull off to the side of the road and wait for us. We’re about ten minutes behind you and just so you know, we’ll be having a discussion about the way you drive,” he snaps. Narrowing my gaze, I briefly look at the phone but find he’s hung up on me.
He didn’t do like he was supposed to do.
Damnit.
I don’t know if I should be happy or ticked at him for not listening.
Pulling over to the side of the road, I open my door, pop open my fuse box, and pull out the fuse to the ignition. Once done, I put the fuse in my pocket, so I didn’t lose it, and get out of the car. Moving to the front of the car, I propped the hood up to make it look like I’d broken down. Then I proceed to move off into the woods.
I know Ranger wants me to wait for him, but I can’t.
Trevor had called me ten minutes after I left the clubhouse and reported to me just how fucked up this fucker was. He wasn’t just anyone and it’s no wonder he would go to the house he picked. It was his father’s after all.