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He was shocked to see Axel on his trike and knew this was the big man’s way of supporting him. Ezra rode out first. He knew where the address was. Fuck protocol, he thought as he shot past Drake. He needed his girl, and Ezra knew she was in a serious condition. A beating like that could kill her. Dana was so slight.
Anger rose inside, overwhelming his fear. Ezra wasn’t one to hit a woman, but Shania had it coming. He’d put her down for good. But not before Shania paid in her own blood for what she had done to Dana.
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They reached the house in record time, and Ezra spotted Dana’s car sitting outside. This was confirmation she’d been here, and Ezra stormed up the path and kicked the door in. He wasn’t messing around. He’d expected shrieks, but the home was deathly silent. His brothers swarmed it, but there was no sign of Dana.
Drake found Ezra standing at the entrance of the living room.
“This is where it happened. That’s Dana’s blood,” Ezra said.
He saw Drake wince out of the corner of his eye. Dana’s blood was everywhere. Sprayed up the walls in small shallow pools and covering the furniture. She’d bled a lot, and now Ezra added that to his list of worries. Could Dana be bleeding out?
“There a man involved,” Mac announced, appearing with a bag. Inside were some jeans and tees, all belonging to a guy.
“Makes sense. Shania couldn’t have beaten Dana like that,” Ghost added.
“Any clue who he is?” Drake asked with his hand on Ezra’s shoulder.
“No. But we’ll find out. We’ll start going door to door,” Fish stated, and a stampede of boots left the house.
“Dana’s in deep shit, Drake,” Ezra murmured.
“Yeah.”
“Dana could be bleeding out, have internal injuries. Did you hear her breathing? I reckon her ribs are broken,” Ezra continued.
“Yeah.”
“Fuck!” Ezra exploded, feeling helpless. His beautiful woman was somewhere out there, and he couldn’t help her. He needed to track Dana now.
Tyres screeched as a car pulled up, and then Ezra sensed Hawthorne at his back.
“Shit.”
“We’ll find her. You need to keep your heads straight until we do,” Drake said to him and Hawthorne.
“Will she be alive when we do?” Ezra hated the words that came from his mouth. But nobody had the answer to his question.
Chapter Thirteen.
Ezra
Twenty-four hours, a whole day since Dana had been taken, and Ezra had nothing. Well, he had something, but the information didn’t help. Late the previous evening, they’d finally found out the name of the guy staying with Shania. A Duke Bisson. A neighbour identified him. He was a mean motherfucker who loved to spend money drinking but not earning it. Yeah, Ezra saw why Dana was a tasty target for him. Duke was also known to be free with his fists, man or woman; it didn’t matter.
Ezra hadn’t been able to sleep, not with the images of Dana beaten and broken in front of him every time he shut his eyes. Lindsey rallied, which gave him some comfort, but not much. His girl was still out there, hurt and probably terrified, out of her mind. Ezra had discovered a whole new level of hate, and it was aimed solely at Shania and Duke. They wouldn’t find an easy death, not with his anger towards them. Despite never having harmed a woman, Ezra was prepared to make an exception for Shania.
Everyone was out searching for leads and chasing snitches, but nothing was coming back. Shania clearly was embracing her sadistic streak because she hadn’t called to say where to send the money. It was destroying him, not knowing how Dana was faring. Had she regained consciousness? Was she alive? The questions kept swirling around his head.
His phone rang, and he snatched it up.
“Shania!” he barked.
Silence met him.
“Speak to me, bitch. Where is my woman?” Ezra demanded as Mac started a trace on the line.
“Is this her boyfriend?” a young girl whispered.
