Free Heaven's Hell [Brac Pack 13] by Lynn Hagen Page A

the bandana pulled Heaven into his arms. The need for clothing was only second to the need to get the hell out of there.
    Heaven looked over at the desk, the doc snoring softly into his files as his head rested on the papers.
    One of the three climbed back into the shaft, extending his arms for Heaven. The man holding him lifted Heaven up, handing him over. Now what was he supposed to do? There was no way he had the strength to crawl through that shaft.

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    The man who grabbed hold of him started pulling Heaven along.
    He tried to help, trying his best to kick his feet out to help the guy along.
    “Don’t waste your energy,” the man whispered. “You’ll need it.”
    “‘Kay.” Heaven whispered back.
    The second man made it into the shaft, grabbing Heaven’s legs as he helped the first man get Heaven through the duct. He had no clue who these shifters were, but he was eternally grateful for their help.
    “Almost there, pup.”
    Heaven finally let out a relieved breath at those words. The thought of living years in that cage had haunted his dream. He wanted to get as far away from the place as possible.
    “Get a move on it.” The bandana head man warned the other two men helping Heaven get through the duct. “Won’t take them long to realize we took their prized possession.”
    “Do you know why they took me?”
    “Sorry, pup. No clue,” the man pulling him answered. “But leaving the doctor alive will get you your answers.” Heaven bit his bottom lip as he was lifted from the shaft into what looked to be a basement. The man with the bandana on his head took Heaven from the other man’s arms and carried him out of a service door.
    They carried him through the woods and into a clearing, as Heaven spotted three motorcycles sitting there waiting.
    “I don’t know if I can ride.”
    “Got that covered,” the one who had held his legs in the duct said.
    Heaven’s eyes grew wide as the man pulled rope from his saddlebag.
    Just what were they planning on doing with him?
    “Here, put these on him.” The man with the rope caught the clothes that were tossed to him by the one who had pulled him through the duct. He turned to Heaven.
    “What’s your name, pup?”
    “Heaven.”

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    “Nice name. I’m Law.”
    “I see you have a creative name as well.” Heaven smiled.
    “Yeah, and those are my brothers, Dagon and Tryck.” So Tryck was the bandana man.
    “We are the Santiago brothers.”
    “Nice to meet you. Thank you for helping me, but how did you know I was in there?”
    “We’ve been watching the place. Saw them bring you in. Sorry we didn’t get to you sooner.”
    Heaven saw the pained look on Law’s face as he stared at the stitches on Heaven’s belly. He knew it was a gruesome sight, but there was nothing he could do about it at the moment.
    “I’m just grateful you were here.” Heaven tried to reassure him.
    “Can we do polite talk later? We need to get out of here,” Tryck said as he pushed his motorcycle out of the clearing, Dagon doing the same. “Any more emotional moments, and I’ll need a tampon,” he mumbled as he walked by.
    Heaven stared at him slack-jawed. Did he really just say that?
    “Put these sweat pants on. It’s all I have.” Law must be used to his brother because he gave the comment no attention.
    “Thank you.” Heaven tried his best to lift his legs, but they didn’t seem to want to cooperate.
    “Let me help.” Law bent down and pulled the pants over his legs and then his hips. Finally, he was covered. He could focus on other things now that his cock wasn’t flapping around.
    “Can you walk?”
    “Yes, just not fast.”
    “Then let’s get moving as far away as possible.” Heaven slowly followed Law as he, too, pushed his motorcycle through the clearing. There was a paved road on the other side. Dagon and Tryck waited with their motorcycles already started.
    “We’re heading to Brac Pack territory. You can get to