Ranger's Fury - E.C. Land Page 0,10
Bailor, administer what you must.”
“Yes, sir. Are you sure she will be a good candidate for this?” Dr. Bailor asks.
“She will but we’ll know for sure when the drug takes effect won’t we.” Wait what the hell are they talking about? What drug?
“Heavenly Rose hasn’t been tested but on one other person. I will not know the outcome of her actions without monitoring her and if it all goes the way we hope, I’d maybe suggest moving her within the hour to a room upstairs, clean her up, and prepare for what she’ll do,” Dr. Bailor states to Ezra though his gaze stays on me longingly.
Heavenly Rose?
Sounds more like the name of a flower.
“It’s already being arranged for her to be placed in my room as we speak. Now do your job before I kill you myself,” Ezra commands maliciously.
“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.