“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.
Shit.
Moving forward, I slide my gun in the holster, I grab my knife from its sheath and cut the ropes holding her in place.
“P-Ple-Please make it stop,” she begs, arching her body into mine.
“Easy, baby, it’s Ranger. I’m gonna get you out of here and home where I can take care of you,” I murmur, sliding the knife back in its sheath and looking down at her to meet her glossy eyes.
“Ranger,” she whimpers my name like she didn’t really hear me. “Please, make it stop. I’ll do anything. I can’t take it anymore,” Her pleas come out on a pant as she reaches for me.
“Hold on, Harlow, baby,” I murmur into her hair as I wrap the sheet around her middle and lift her far too light body into my arms.
Harlow cries out in pain before going slump against my chest.
Motherfucker.
If it were not for needing to get Harlow the help she needs right now, I would be going for Ezra’s blood right about now; however, feeling his blood warm my fingers will have to wait. At least for the time being, he will
