Page 101 of Healing Souls

“I didn’t want to go through with it, I swear. I wanted to tell you guys, but I couldn’t. You don’t understand—my parents could ruin my life,” he rambles on.

Rage’s fist comes flying in front of my face and lands hit after hit on Daniel. Blood and teeth splatter forward, and I stand up and step back, giving him a moment.

“You almost got one of my fucking men killed!” Rage seethes. “You shot my fucking daughter, and I have come to the conclusion that you were doing it to protect me, but were you? Was there some fucking other motive for it? Were you told to fucking hurt her if you saw her?” He roars the last part.

I glance at Sugar, and he steps forward, gently trying to pull Rage back. “Hey, hey! We’ve gotta get more answers out of him. Take a fuckin’ walk if ya need to,” Sugar snaps at him.

Rage shrugs off his hold and steps back against the wall, breathing heavily. “I’m good,” he growls, glaring at Daniel.

I step forward again and take a seat in the chair, sighing at Daniel, who has tears streaming down his blood-stained cheeks. Unfortunately, I know how fucking hard Rage can hit when he is showing restraint, so I can only imagine how badly his face hurts right now.

“You said last night that your parents work with Tammy and Richard. What do they do?” I ask.

Daniel, the pussy he is, sniffles. “I don’t really know. They keep me out of it. I was only coming to the club to report back to Tammy with anything I knew.”

“What did she want to know about us?”

“She wanted to know what all your jobs were, who the ranking officers were now. She asked about Rage a lot. Wanting to know where he went and what he did.”

“And why did they decide to target me? How did it even work out for that truck to hit me that day?” I raise a brow at Daniel.

“They wanted someone who was close to everyone in the club, and I knew how close you were to the boys and most of the brothers. Once I told her that—that you had a close relationship with Rage, that he helped you with the boys, she said you would be the target. She told me that should any opportunities arise to call this number she gave me.

“I called that day because I knew we would all be riding and I would be with you, so I could do what I needed to make sure you didn’t die. I promise—after he hit you, I made sure to get you out of there as fast as possible so the guy couldn’t get his hands on you. She never told me why, I swear it. I don’t even know who the guy is. I think he was hired help. I even asked once, and she told me to mind my business, or she would make sure Tabby couldn’t come around me—”

I cut him off, “And then being around Tammy, you were around Tabby?” He nods. “And you’re dating her?” I ask.

He nods again, spitting out blood.

“You do realize she is a child, right? She’s what, fourteen? Fifteen? You are fucking Nineteen,” I seethe, disgusted by his actions. He is a fucking pussy.

“She’s different—” He hesitates but then decides to continue. “She understands me. She promised me that I wouldn’t have to spy forever. She was going to help me get out of it.”

“She was lying to you. There probably was never an out,” Rage grumbles.

Daniel lets out a sob. “I just wanted to be a part of the club when I realized how much of a family you all are. My parents never showed me much love. I wanted to be with Tabby and be at the club. I didn’t know this would all get so out of hand.”

“You and Tabby would meet at the back gate?” Sugar asks, and Daniel nods. “Is she who got you out?”

He shakes his head and won’t meet our eyes.

“Daniel, Daniel.” I tsk. “You have been doing so well so far. Don’t quit now. Tell us who helped you get out, and this can all end now.”

“You’ll–you’d let me go?” His eyes grow wide with hope.

I nod. “Yes. I understand why you did what you did. Just answer truthfully and this ends now.”Your life ends now.Maybe if he hadn't tried to fucking kill me he’d have the tiniest bit of hope of getting out of here alive, but my forgiveness and trust only extend so far. This is his end.

Not that I am sad about it. The guy is a fucking creep for dating a literal child. It’s fucking disgusting.

He swallows. “Connor. We’d been friends for so long, and he didn’t want to see me get killed. He told me to run, said that he heard you guys talking about killing me. He made me promise to never tell anyone that he let me out because he has to maintain face at the club.

“When I asked why, he said that he can’t tell me but that it’s important I don’t tell anyone. I ran and didn’t look back. I was too scared to go around the Wilsons or my parents out of fear of what they would do or say that I couldn’t be their spy anymore. I was hiding in the motel trying to get ahold of Tabby before I left town.”

He breaks out into heaving sobs, and I stand, pulling the chair away from him. Glancing at Rage, I raise a brow. “I’d normally say he’s mine because, hello, I put in the work, but I think you need this one.”

Rage grunts and steps forward. He looks over at the table once but then turns back towards Daniel, whose eyes have widened.

“I thought—I thought you were going to let me go?” he stammers in disbelief.

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