Chapter Seven
Ranger
It’s been nearly twenty-four hours since finding out who had Harlow. Since then my gut has tightened even more so with the intel Nerd has been digging up with the help of Gadget, Cy, and Keys.
According to what they’ve found already, Ezra Rivas not only sold women into slavery, but he’s also been working with doctors he brought down to him in creating a drug they call Heavenly Rose. This drug is supposedly a date rape drug to which the women will want nothing more than to have their bodies used in every way possible. Or well that’s what they’re hoping for, but the reports Keys sent Nerd showed it’s only been tested on one woman as of now and she didn’t make it, ended up going into cardiac arrest.
This makes me even more nervous. I pace the hotel room we’d gotten in order to meet and figure out a game plan. Thanks to Grigory, Tinsley’s cousin and our Russian contact, we’d been in the air within three hours of Tracker getting off the phone. Evidently Grigory’s jet was already fueled and ready to go for a trip he was taking. After my VP mentioned to him Ezra’s name, he immediately informed us the jet would be on the way within the hour. None of us realized he would be accompanying us as well.
“You do not know what you’re up against when dealing with a man like Ezra. You all need me there to help direct attention from you snagging Harlow away from them. His sister, Lavina, is a crazy bitch. If you think what Burner and Ally went through with Miguel and whatever the fuck her name was, was bad, you would be wrong. Lavina is a sick bitch. She’s the one who trains the younger ones in how to pleasure a man and she takes great pleasure in doing so.” I’d had to swallow bile to keep from throwing up at the mere thought of what he meant.
While waiting for the jet to get to a landing strip near us, Tracker called Stoney, who was at home spending time with his ol’ lady, something he started to do a lot more often, to inform him of what was going on. He’d met us at the airstrip joining us in going to get Harlow. To say our Prez was beyond pissed to know what happened to one of our own.
“We do this, we do it smart,” Stoney declares, drawing me out of my head, his gaze meeting each of ours slowly. Those including Pitch Black and Lynch, who joined us as well. Which we all knew they would, it was their blood we were going after to bring home.
“Yeah smart and fast. Victoria and Raven are pissed to be left behind, Vi’s informed me if we don’t have shit situated in a day, she was coming to do it herself,” Tracker mutters.
“Typical Vi,” Pitch Black growls. “I’m callin’ Chains, get him to lock her down.” Considering Chains is Victoria’s brother, he’s probably already on top of it. We all know from experience what Victoria and Raven are both capable of and the fact she’s saying this means she’ll do it, consequences be damned. I’d witnessed this firsthand when Tracker bent her over his knee in the middle of the clubhouse in order to turn her ass red with his hand.
“That would be good,” Tracker grumbles nodding.
“So, what’s the game plan, we don’t know what they’ve done to Harlow and I’m sick of fuckin’ waiting around. I want to get my woman away from those motherfuckers. I don’t care how I have to do it. Long as she gets safe,” I snap, growing frustrated with simply standing around here doing nothing.
“We’ll get her, brother,” Shadow mutters, placing a hand on my shoulder in a calming motion.
“Then let’s get to it,” I growl, more than ready to find Harlow. I need to put eyes on her as I figure out a way to make things right and heal her. The note she wrote me six months ago still swirls through my head as the words burn in my wallet.
If I don’t do anything else right by my woman, it will be bringing her out of the dark and helping her find her light.
For the past several hours we’ve put a solid plan together and headed out in three separate all-terrain SUV’s. The ride out to the edge of Ezra’s property takes us a little under an hour to get there.
“You know the plan, teams of two and silent non-vocal communication until the guards are all taken out,” Stoney states when we are all out of the vehicles. Nodding, I look from Stoney to Shadow who decided to team up with me, while Pitch Black and Lynch flank us. The rest of the men surrounding us were going to spread out as we all work in teams to make our way into the house in order to find Harlow.
Grigory ended up swaying Ezra and Lavina out of the house for an afternoon meeting claiming he had a proposition for them stating he was looking to make an order for a group of girls for his home.
During this conversation, I’d had to walk away from listening to it through the speaker. The way this fucker Ezra spoke caused me to see red. This is the man who has my woman and has been doing God knows what to her for the past six months.
“Let’s get this done,” I mutter and start in the direction we needed to head.
“Remember, brother, keep your head on straight. No matter what state of play we find your woman in,” Shadow orders calmly.
“I’m good, now let’s go,” I grumble, pulling my gun out of my shoulder holster under my cut.
Shadow nods to me and the both of us go silent as we come to the backyard of the place holding Harlow. Glancing to my left, I meet Blaze’s gaze where he and Neo and Nerd are standing. Blaze jerks his chin toward the house giving me the all clear on his side. Turning to Shadow, he gives me the high sign it’s all clear on Stoney and Tracker’s side.
Nodding to Shadow, I start across the lawn with my gun held low, safety off, and ready to take aim if need be.
The first shot comes from my right as men begin yelling in Portuguese. Focused on getting to an entrance of the house, I don’t pay attention to what’s being yelled. Even if I were, I could only take a guess as to what they were saying since I don’t know the language.
More shots are exchanged before I make it to the house with Shadow on my heels, Pitch Black and Lynch flanking us not far behind.
Glancing to the three men, I signal to them I’m going in. Inside the house we’d split to find Harlow. Upon finding her, we were to send a message in a group chat to let everyone know and get her the hell out of there.
With the place having three floors and a basement slash cellar, I figured to start there. At the bottom of the stairs my stomach turns at the sight of the chains and the blood splattered everywhere. The stench isn’t much better. Other than that, the area was silent with no one around.
Moving back up the stairs I decide to move to the third floor as everyone else continues their search. As I pass the second floor, I nearly have to cover my ears at the screeching noises of women’s screams. One of them must have come upon a room filled with some of Ezra’s slaves.
Shaking my head, not wanting to think of it, I rush the rest of the way up to the third floor. Turning to the right, I head down the hallway and stop at the first door I come to. Opening it, I push the door fully open.
My heart stops beating at the sight of my woman. Naked, withering against the sheets, arms stretched above her head, tied to the headboard. Tears stream down her face and the part that nearly kills me are the whimper moans coming from her as beads of sweat coat her entire body.