“Yes, sir,” Dr. Bailor murmurs, nodding his head enthusiastically while he pulls a syringe out of his lab coat pocket. As he steps forward, I weakly kickout at him, refusing to let him stick me with the needle of that syringe, shooting God knows what into my system.
“Darin, Randall, hold her down, so Bailor can do his job,” Ezra orders, his eyes never leaving me.
“Yes, sir,” Darin mutters stepping forward. Randall right behind him as they move to either side of me and proceed to hold me down. My fighting against their hold is pointless. Dr. Bailor removes the cap on the needle and leans down to find a vein in the crook of my arm before plunging the needle inside.
“No,” I protest, trying to snatch my arm away.
“You caused me to do this, pet. If you’d just submitted like the beautiful bitch you are, we wouldn’t be doing this right now,” Ezra declares, clucking his tongue.
“Fuck you,” I snap weakly.
“Oh, I intend to be doing just that with you here shortly.” He cackles, eyes glimmering with lust. “Now Darin, Randall get her up and take her to my room. I’ll have Lavina come up with two of her women and make sure she’s cleaned up for me.”
My head becomes fuzzy as my body begins to warm.
This is not a good sign.
What did they put in my body?
And again, I ask myself why did I leave that day and not turn back?
Chapter Six
Ranger
“Ranger, brother, you good?” Tracker asks as he takes a seat at the table across from me.
It’s been six months of feeling nothing. All because I’ve yet to find Harlow. I’ve looked and yet not a trace of her can be found. Even Tracker had tried to find her and the fact he didn’t means she’s so deep in a hole somewhere no one will be able to find her.
Talk about a fuckin’ sucker punch to the gut. To have a woman who can’t be found. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was a figment of my imagination, but I know she’s real. I see her face every night when I fall into a drunken stupor.
Yep. Drunken stupor because I’m the asshat who was cocky enough to think he could leave her alone without checking on her for the smallest amount of time that day at the hospital. I should have gone with her to Tinsley’s hospital room and said something to Coyote. This whole situation is fucked and a lot of it is my own fuckin’ fault.
“Nope,” I grumble honestly, lifting the shot glass filled to the brim with Crown Royal. Placing the rim to my lips I toss the shot back, savoring the taste as it slides down my throat.
“You gotta stop doing this to yourself, brother,” Tracker mutters, shaking his head at me.
“Why should I stop?” I retort, glancing away from my VP to flag down Jezebel, one of the newer clubwhores to bring me another shot. She’d come in not to long after Harlow disappeared and has been trying to jump my dick since she got here. Normally I’d go for it; however, for some reason my dick doesn’t react for shit to her or anyone else. I blame it on the liquor even if it’s a bunch of bullshit. I’ve never had whiskey dick in my life. No, the reason behind it pisses me off even to think about, since it all comes down to Harlow.
“Ranger, you’ll never stand the chance to find her.” Narrowing my eyes, I glare at Tracker.
“There’s no finding her. We’ve tried, remember,” I sneer as the main door to the clubhouse opens and several people step inside. It takes me a moment, but I realize several of them are wearing the Inferno’s Clutch MC cuts.
“I didn’t know you all were coming,” Tracker says, standing to greet them.
“I needed to be here,” the woman standing next to one of the men in front speaks up. She must be Raven’s mom considering the resemblance. “Somethings terribly wrong, I feel it.”
“What’s going on?” Tracker asks.
“Fury, Pitch Black, Lynch, what are you all doing here?” Blaze asks at the same time calling out their names as he makes his way to the group. I knew he’d been here getting a shipment ready to go and we’d needed to have ready for our Southeast charter to pick up.
“Blaze, sweetheart, where’s my daughter?” Ela asks, causing Blaze to tense.
“She’s at home with the boys, why? Have you seen something?”
Ela turns from Blaze to Tracker as she nods. “Where is Victoria?”
“At work, I was getting ready to head over to DP in a few minutes since Momma B was keeping Jamie for us tonight. Is everything okay?” Tracker mutters.
Nodding Ela closes her eyes. “Good, good. They don’t need to hear this,” she whispers, leaning into her ol’ man, Fury.
“What don’t they need to hear?” Blaze demands.
“That my sister is in trouble,” Lynch speaks up and my body grows taut. He’s Harlow’s brother and I don’t think he has another one he could be speaking of.
“We’ve been looking for Harlow and can’t find a trace of her anywhere,” Tracker informs them as I stand to my feet, ignoring Jezebel while stepping up next to my VP.
“Yeah and neither could we until Ela dreamt about her last night,” Fury states, squeezing his ol’ lady to him.
“I don’t understand,” I say finally speaking up.
“It’s all confusing. Everything about the dream was fuzzy, but a name stood out and I had Fury call Trevor, our nephew, to ask him about it.” Tears well in Ela’s eyes as she looks from each of us stopping on me as she continues to speak. “I’m sorry we didn’t know what she was doing. According to Trevor, he’d been working on trying to find her location for nearly six months. He knows who has her but where is another story.”
“Who has her?” I demand, fists clenched at my sides.
“A man named Ezra Rivas,” Pitch Black growls.
“Why
