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“Awwww, sorry. Was you expecting sister dearest?” Shania purred.
Ezra straightened. “Where the fuck is Dana?” he bellowed.
His phone beeped.
“You may want to look at the text I just sent you,” Shania twittered and then giggled.
Ezra swapped screens, opened the message, and nearly heaved.
It was a picture of Dana, and she was beaten black and blue. Fish cursed as they took in Dana’s battered, swollen face, bruises and cuts marring her perfect skin. She wore a tank top and shorts, and Ezra could see the bruises on her arms and legs. He’d no doubt Dana’s stomach was similarly marked, too. Blood matted her hair and stained her skin.
“What the fuck did you do?” Ezra bellowed as fear rose inside.
“We want ten million dollars in money, and you can have Dana back,” Shania said, laughing.
Ezra found himself lost for words. Dana’s own sister was ransoming her? Was he hearing right?
“Say what?” he croaked as he stared at the image of Dana lying there unconscious.
“Ten million dollars for Dana. Between you, your sister, and Hawthorne, you’ll come up with that money,” Shania said.
“Want proof of life,” Drake bit out.
“I’ll send another message. This will have a video, but do consider Dana hasn’t regained consciousness in a few hours. She might have brain damage. But then again, you bikers don’t give a fuck if your women are awake or not, right? If you want Dana back alive, get me my ten million. I’ll phone later to discuss where to drop it off,” Shania said and cut the call.
Ezra’s phone pinged, and he opened the video to see Dana laying dangerously still. A piece of paper had been placed under her nose, and it fluttered. What frightened Ezra more was the sound of her breathing. Dana was wheezing, and it sounded like she was struggling for breath. She must have cracked ribs or damage to her lungs, he realised.
“Fuck!” Ezra roared and dialled Dana’s number. It went straight to voice mail, and he guessed that Shania had switched it off.
“I’ll get you the money,” Lindsey said.
He turned and saw his sister looking like she’d seen a ghost. He guessed that Dana’s injuries must have triggered Lindsey’s own memories, and he reached out and dragged her into his arms.
“No, we’ll find her,” he muttered.
Behind Ezra, Drake was on the phone, and judging by the furious noise coming from it, Drake was speaking to Hawthorne.
“It’s Sunday. No banks are open. Where does that bitch think we’re going to get ten million from?” Fish asked.
“Fuck knows. It is not like we carry it on us,” Ace snarled.
“None of us can make a bank open to withdraw ten million,” Phoe said.
“Banks don’t carry that amount now. It has to be ordered,” Silvie interrupted. “Even if you could get a bank to open its doors, they wouldn’t have enough cash in them to pay Dana’s ransom.”
“Ezra, did you get this text?” Drake questioned, handing him his mobile back and pointing at the screen. “Everyone on your bikes!”
“What is it?” Phoe asked.
“That’s my girl,” Ezra murmured. Dana had sent him a text message several hours ago, but he’d not seen it or checked because he’d not heard his phone go off. She said that Shania wanted to meet up and had given Ezra the address.
Ezra hugged Lindsey tight against him and kissed her head. “Phoe, can you watch over her?”
“Go, we’ve got Lindsey,” Phoe assured him.
Lindsey looked at him with huge, sad eyes. “Bring Dana back, Ezra. Bring your woman home.”
“I will,” he promised and raced for his bike.
