Page 100 of Healing Souls

Not that I regret what I did. I don’t at all.

Harley needed to be tested a little. To actually have that anger in her show to see if she can truly handle it or not. She proved herself to me. I just wish I could get Rage to fully see his little girl as the strong, badass woman she is.

Walking into his house without knocking, I find both him and Sugar sitting on the couch but not speaking. “You alright?” I ask.

Rage glares at me and doesn't respond.

Sighing, I walk farther in and plop down next to Sugar. “Look, I get that you don’t like the choice I made, but you already yelled at me and got your hits in. So can we move on?” I raise a brow at him.

“I’m not even mad at you anymore. I just—my head is all over the fucking place. I am the president of this MC, and I have barely kept up with what is going on with actual MC business. If it weren’t for Axe and Stone, we would probably be fucked by now. I just need to get my fucking head on straight,” he grumbles.

A grin stretches over my face. “Well,” I drawl, “I might have something that will help.”

Sugar raises a brow at me. “Now isn’t the time to be a smartass kid.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m not. We still have some shit to get out of Daniel. Plus, I think you all need to hear what he had to say about my accident,” I snarl.

Rage sits up a little straighter and nods. “Yeah, we do need to deal with him.”

“Well, let's go get some answers because I didn’t get enough last night, and I still have more to ask him.” Not to mention my hand is itching to get to use my blade again.

A while later, Sugar, Rage, and I head downstairs at the nightclub which is my domain. Not only do I run the nightclub, but when I have someone to question or I just need to do some work, I do it from here to keep it away from the boys.

Although, I have a feeling I won’t be needing to keep the enforcer side of me from the boys for much longer.

They have never seen me fully doing my work for the club. I’m worried about how Cade will take it. Since our own father was an enforcer, not that he did the work his fucking self, but I don’t want to drag up old memories for my brother.

“You good?” Rage asks as we prepare to head into the room Daniel is in.

I nod. “Yeah, I think so. With the way things are changing, I can’t see it being long before the boys see me truly work as the club's enforcer. I just… I'm worrying over nothing,” I say with a humorless chuckle, walking over to the cabinets that hold all my toys I use on the people I bring down here.

I can lose myself in my job. It’s what makes me so damn good at it. I feel fully in control, powerful, and my head is clear. It’s probably fucked up that torturing people for either answers or beating the shit out of someone who wronged us clears my head, but it really does.

Maybe that makes me like my piece-of-shit father, but the one big difference is I would never ever force a child or even an adult to do my work for me.

It will always be by my fucking hands, and I take pride in that.

Rage retorts, “They aren’t going to look at you differently. They will probably have even more respect for you than they already do. Those boys look up to you, especially after everything you have done for them.”

“I know. I just thought I’d have until they all turn eighteen. But apparently not,” I sigh.

Cade is seventeen, but he turns eighteen this fall. Grayson just turned seventeen a month ago, and Ryker turns Seventeen this summer.

All of them are almost done with their junior year of high school and then they only have one year left before they can become prospects, and my responsibility for them shifts from a parent role to them being a part of our club family as adults.

Grabbing a few of my favorite toys, I head over and unlock the room Daniel is in. After walking over the table along the wall, I lay out everything and ignore the fucker trying to yell through his gag. Rage and Sugar enter the room and shut the door.

I grab a spare chair we have in the corner and fling it around backwards in front of Daniel before straddling it, resting my arms on top of the back of the chair.

Ripping his gag out, I say, “I had some time to think over our little chit chat last night, and I’m going to need you to clarify a few things for me.”

Daniel stays quiet with his wide, terrified eyes staring at me, so I continue.

“I’m going to ask you one question at a time. And if any of us,”—I gesture towards Rage and Sugar standing behind me—“think you are lying, then we will each take a turn doing whatever the fuck we want to you before we start over.”

“And if I tell you the truth?” he asks slowly, his voice wavering slightly.

I shrug. “Your chance of surviving this goes up. By how much? Well, that depends on what you have to say.” I crack my knuckles. “Alright. Question one. You told me last night that the plan for my accident was to kill me. Explain who set that up and why the fuck you went through with it instead of telling us.”

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