Ranger's Fury - E.C. Land Page 0,30

into his arms.

“What is it, Prez?” Ranger asks from next to me.

Everyone in the room goes on alert.

“Seems we’re not done with Spark and he’s making it known. Sent an image of my Corinne playing with Kayla and Mercy. Said they’re up next,” Stoney snarls.

“Who is this Spark guy?” I ask quietly.

“Bad guy, baby, he and his group kidnapped Cara and raped her,” Ranger tells me not missing a beat.

At the mere mention of it all a different form of vengeance begins to seep into me. “Let me loose,” I say meeting Ranger’s gaze.

“No fuckin’ way,” he growls through clenched teeth.

“I don’t mean by going alone, let me help. I can find this Spark. We can’t let him get those girls. They’re babies. I take this on and I’ll do it with you all having my back protecting me as I bring him to you,” I state and I can see the light in his eyes as he takes in my words. I won’t ghost him.

“You do this it’s the last time and you don’t turn into the Harpy, you leave that to us,” Ranger orders.

“I can do that,” I nod.

“Alright then, do what you do best,” he says giving me a look.

Nodding, I reach up and give him a kiss before pulling my phone out. Hitting the second key, I put it to my ear and glance around the room.

“We’re not doing this again,” Trevor snaps instantly through the line.

“Last time I swear it and I’m not going alone,” I inform him, my gaze meeting Stoney’s to find him nodding at me. “Need you to find information for me. Have it ready before I get to the Devil’s Riot MC clubhouse in Franklin. Guy named Spark.”

“What the fuck do you need to go there for? You said you were done.” Trevor snarls pissed about me doing this.

“Only doing it because there are three little girls who I won’t see harmed,” I inform him, and he disconnects without saying another word. I knew what it meant. Pulling the phone from my ear, I put it in my back pocket. “Give me two hours of a head start and then follow. Once you get to the Franklin charter, I should have him ready for you to pick-up.”

Eyes narrowed, Stoney nods. He knows my reputation and knows I don’t lie when I say I’ll have this Spark ready for pick-up.

“Be careful, Harlow,” Ranger murmurs before taking my mouth in a soul searing kiss. Lifting his mouth from mine, I smile at him.

“Always, Ryan. I know I’ll have you watching out for me.”

“Fuckin’ right you do. Now let’s get this shit done. I’m thinking we need another weekend away after this shit.” I can’t help but smile at Ranger’s remark.

Yeah, we definitely will. Maybe I’ll take him to the house in Sandbridge. It is on the oceanside and like last weekend we could enjoy the sounds of the ocean as he slides into me.

Without looking at anyone else, I give his hand a squeeze and walk away, not looking back. I never look back and never will. My mind turns to the mission at hand.

Keep Corinne, Kayla, and Mercy out of this fucker’s hands.

Chapter Seventeen

Harlow

I’m flying down the highway, coming up on Capron when my phone rings. I don’t bother looking to see who it is as I answer the phone. “Turn off to this fucker is coming up on your left, you’ll go about a half mile down, turn right then go another three miles down. This road is a dead end but there’s a white house, you’ll see it. Don’t know why the fuck this asshole picked it but you should know it’s the same one who fucked with one of the Franklin charter’s women, Ally.”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I know exactly which house he’s talking about.

Motherfucker.

“Okay, send coordinates to Ranger, and the rest of them. Might as well send them to Twister and Horse as well. It’s their daughters at risk too.”

“On it. Don’t get yourself killed, I won’t be happy if you do,” Trevor declares before hanging up.

Shaking my head, I turn left where I needed to and follow the rest of the directions Trevor sent me. This shit is too easy sometimes. Then again, those are the times that shit can go sideways right along with the rest of the worst of it because you don’t anticipate anything fucking up.

My phone rings again as I make the final turn. “I don’t have time,” I mutter as I answer the phone.

“Baby,