Ranger's Fury - E.C. Land Page 0,4

her besides Alverez.

Unfortunately, last night I didn’t take my phone with me to the club. She’s been so nervous about this pregnancy, especially after what happened to Raven during hers, but that’s not my story to tell, I unfortunately wasn’t able to be there because of this job I’m still working.

“Can I use your phone?” Ranger turns back to me upon my request.

“Yeah, here,” he mutters, pulling his phone out of his pocket and tosses it to me.

“Thank you,” I murmur, clicking the side button to light up the screen to find it locked. “Um, can you unlock your phone for me?” God, I hate feeling this way around him.

Why does he have to bring these feelings out in me?

I don’t like feeling vulnerable for any reason what-so-ever.

Without saying a word, Ranger stalks the short distance, stands directly in front of me my hand held up in front of my chest being the only thing keeping his front from being flush with mine. Lifting his hand, I stop breathing as he brings his fingers to graze against mine as he touches the back side of the phone where the camera is. “There it’s unlocked,” he states dropping his phone.

My brows raise in question as he does this.

“Finger scanner,” he answers my unspoken question.

“Oh,” I murmur, feeling a little bit stupid for not thinking about that.

Dropping my gaze from his, I focus on the phone’s screen and pull down the call section and find Coyote’s number at the top of recent. I press his number as I try to ignore the sight of names in the phone listened as Piece One, Piece Two, and Piece Three. I don’t want to know what those names mean even if I already know.

Putting the phone to my ear, I wait for Coyote to answer.

“Not a good time, brother,” Coyote snaps through the line when he answers and I can hear Tinsley moaning in pain in the background.

“Um, it’s me,” I murmur in response.

“Fuckin’ hell, woman, Tinsley has been calling your ass trying to get a hold of you. What the fuck? She’s scared out of her mind and you’re not fuckin’ answering,” Coyote snaps and normally I would have snapped back but right now I know not to mess with him. His woman is in labor and he’s freaked out.

“I’ll meet you at the hospital,” I murmur softly. “I just need to get Ranger to drop me off at my house so I can change. I’ll grab my other car and be up there soon as I can.”

“Not happening, baby,” Ranger grunts.

“I don’t give a flying fuck how you do it just get to the fuckin’ hospital A-fuckin’-SAP,” Coyote snarls, hanging up on me.

Pulling the phone away from my ear, I hand it back to Ranger as I glare at him. “What do you mean not happening? And don’t call me baby.”

“Means I’m not about to let you out of my sight again. As for calling you baby, I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want to. Starting right this fuckin’ minute, Harlow, you’re mine and I’m not about to let you get away from me. If you would stop running from me every chance you get, we’d already be past this part.”

What the hell?

Anger seeps deep within me as I straighten my shoulders. I open my mouth to argue my point when Ranger puts his hand up.

“Don’t even try me. I’m done with the bullshit. If I’ve got to cuff you to me, I will. I’ll do whatever the fuck I need to, to insure I know where the fuck you are at all times. Now get your ass out to my truck. We’ll go by your place in order for you to change, then we’ll get to the hospital,” Ranger declares, eyes narrowed on me as he states this.

My mind screams to the rest of my body as it heats at the sound of his gravelly tone.

I’m screwed if I don’t get a handle on myself soon.

Chapter Three

Harlow

By the time Ranger got me to the hospital, I was ready to pull my hair out and considering I’m normally the cool and collected one, this shit sucks.

When he’d taken me to my house, I shouldn’t have been, but I was surprised he knew where I lived. Well, I lived when I wasn’t working something. Right now, I lived in a little one-bedroom apartment which is more of a crash pad in another town over near the women I’d been with last night. Due