“Do you know who he is?” Tracker demands.
“Yeah, I know exactly who the fucker is. He’s a South American dickhead who sells women into slavery all over the world,” Shadow states, curling his lip at the corner.
“Hold the hell up, is this the job Harlow was working when Tinsley had Chase?” Blaze growls.
“Yes. None of us knew. From what Trevor informed me of when I spoke to him, Harlow refused to have anyone else in on this not wanting to risk those who have families.”
“Like she doesn’t have fuckin’ family,” Lynch snarks, interrupting Fury.
“Easy, son, I know you’re pissed but contain it,” Fury orders. Lynch nods his head but stays silent. “Anyway, she told Trevor if he brought anyone else in, she’d go rogue on this one and no one would see her again.”
“Fuckin’ stupid,” Pitch Black mutters.
“Now what the hell do we do?” Blaze demands.
“That’s why we’re here. Harlow’s in trouble more than ever and only one person can truly bring her back from it all,” Ela declares, her gaze locked on me.
“How am I supposed to help her when I don’t know where she is?” I ask.
“I do. I know exactly where Ezra would keep her,” Shadow states, getting each of our undivided attention.
“Where is she?” I grind out through clenched teeth.
“In Brazil.”
Shit.
We’ll need a plane to get to Harlow and passports.
Fuckin’ hell.
“I’m calling Grigory, see if we can’t use his jet,” Tracker mutters, pulling out his phone. “Shadow, get with Nerd, pull up maps and do whatever you gotta do. We need a game plan in pulling this shit off. Ranger . . .”
“I need to get my shit together. Make sure I have any medical supplies we might need for any situation at hand,” I say interrupting him.
“I might suggest drinking some coffee to sober up completely first,” Ela murmurs quietly.
“Soon as I heard Harlow’s name I sobered up,” I grumble.
“That’s good. Now you just need to remember one thing as you and everyone else that goes with you to bring our Harlow home. She’s going to need you more than anyone else and that includes her family. As of right now she’s your family as I know you’ll do what you should have done the first time you met her,” Ela smiles.
“You’re right. I am doing something now that I should have done a long time ago. Harlow’s my woman and this time when we get her back her ass is never leaving my side again,” I state loud enough for the entire room to hear me.
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
