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“I’m thinking we might have to use Dr. Google for that one,” I tease. “You’ll need to approximate his weight, for sure, but just going by what he looks like, I’d say he’s closest to Dad. Maybe ten pounds more since he’s got the beginning of a beer belly.”

“It says online that it’s an IV medication. My question is, can it be directly inserted into the vein?” Jagger asks, looking down at his phone where he’s been looking over the proper uses for the Propofol.

“Web MD says yes,” Tyson answers. “If we can get close to his accurate weight and height, I can pull the meds from the vial and get the right dosage.”

We all begin tossing out estimates, and since he’s around Mav’s height we go with that, and his weight, he’s fit but with a little pouch on his belly so we take a gander on that front.

Once the syringe has been drawn, the men wrap up their dinner and head out. Ella and I head to the living room and plop down, neither of us interested in the journey the men are going on. Since I’m not in the club Ella didn’t want to leave me here alone. Jagger and Judd get a pass because they have a penis so they’re allowed to tag along even though they don’t have a patch.

CHAPTER

EIGHTEEN

MASON

We park our bikes two blocks from Benji’s house and walk the back alley until we reach his backyard. There aren’t many subdivisions still occupied, most of the homes we see are vacant, which may be to our advantage because nobody will hear him squeal if he wakes up before we get the chance to slide the needle into his skin and plunge the drug into his system.

When we jump the fence and end up on his back porch, Gadget smirks. “He’s so damn sure of himself that he doesn’t even have an alarm on his house.”

“Let’s show him how wrong he was with his safety,” Hydro says with a smirk.

“He thought his position of authority would keep him safe in his home, the sucker,” Kruger cackles. “He doesn’t realize what making us an enemy means.”

“He wasn’t as prepared for us as he thought he was,” I add, ready for my fist to meet his face until he tells me where he’s stored my brother.

Tex pulls out a lock picking kit from his shirt pocket and without much effort, breaks in. When the door swings open, Rock, the club's enforcer, takes the lead.

I’m not in the mood to be stealthy, and it seems none of the others are either because Hydro passes Rock and heads to the hallway. Rock grits his teeth and a hissing sound makes it through the gaps of his teeth. His job is to secure scenes and keep his president from facing any unseen threats so I know Hydro taking the lead has chapped his ass.

Hydro simply grins at him, not threatened in the least by Rock’s malicious look. In a line, we follow behind as Hydro and Rock begin opening doors. Most of the rooms we pass either on the right or the left are empty until we make it to the last door situated in the middle facing the hallway. Guns are drawn as we gently swing it open, Hydro cupping it so it doesn’t hit the wall with our entry.

Benji doesn’t stir as we circle his bed, leaving no room for him to flee. Tyson pulls the syringe from his belt where he sheathed it in one that’s for his knife and uncaps it. He pushes the end of it up to where liquid spurts from the needle then as one, we all leap on Benji and hold him down while Tyson interjects him. He wakes long enough to put up a weak struggle, but soon, the medication does its job and his eyes close and his body goes limp.

“That was anticlimactic,” Gunner muses, sounding disappointed that it was as easy as it was. “I was hoping for a little bit of a struggle.”

“Who’s the big man on campus now, Dickface?” Tex taunts the unconscious man, bowing up at him.

“Tex,” Gunner sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It doesn’t have the same effect if he can’t answer you.” We all chuckle, breaking up the tension as we systematically begin checking his room.

“Made me feel good,” Tex mutters, leaning over and hoisting the man over his shoulder. “How are we getting this fucker to the fields?”

“Strap him to the back of your bike for all I care,” Gunner answers, sifting through Benji’s desk tucked away in the corner of his bedroom.

“Good thing I have some rope in my saddlebag,” Tex snickers. “Don’t worry, ol’ Benji boy, I’ll make sure you don’t get any road rash. I can’t say that you won’t get any burns from my pipes, but that’s a problem for you, not me.”

“It’s almost like that movie, Weekend at Bernie’s, ain’t it?” Kruger asks, snickering. “Only he’s still alive, of course.”

“For now,” Gunner mutters as he glares at the pair of jokesters. I’m beginning to see some of the things that Mane told me about her uncles in real life, and she may have under-exaggerated their willingness to get into shit.

“I’ll grab his laptop and break into it, see if he was stupid enough to write anything down that could be used against him or tell us where he’s hiding Myles.”

Gadget doesn’t just grab his laptop, he snatches up a tote bag and fills it with files and loose papers. I doubt the man would keep anything printed that would incriminate him, but again, with someone who thinks he’s above the law anything is possible.

“Let’s see if he has a home office separate from this,” Hydro directs. “And grab his phone, too. He may have encrypted stuff on it, but I know Judd and Jagger have the tools to get into anything.” Jagger looks proud that he was acknowledged and nods his head indicating that he won’t have any issues in regard to breaking into it.

It doesn’t take us long to scour the rest of the house and gather up additional items that we hope will hold the clues as to where my little brother is being held. The anxiety in my gut has increased, and I find myself biting my tongue so I don’t yell at all of them to hurry the fuck up.

Somehow, I doubt that would go over very well since I’m the low man on the ladder. “We’ll find him,” Hydro says, walking over to me. “I know you’re practically crawling out of your skin wanting us to hurry, but we need to make sure we don’t miss anything of value in our haste to get back to the house.”

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