Page 4 of Healing Souls

I blink hard, making sure I don’t cry in front of my brothers. But this hurts differently than anything else I’ve gone through. There is a turmoil of emotions I can’t even begin to understand swirling around inside me. I’m angry, confused, sad, heartbroken. Rubbing my temples, I let my mind wander, attempting to understand everything happening as the others talk around me.

Ryker decides that he wants to sit with her for the night in case she wakes up. Before he even gets up to go down the hall, an ear-piercing scream sounds. My chair clatters to the ground as I jump up and sprint down the hall, my hand immediately gripping my gun in the back of my pants and yanking it out.

But the second I reach the bedroom door and yank it open, I come to a screeching halt, causing someone behind me to run into my back, and let out a curse.

This time, there is nothing I can do to stop the tears that slowly track down my cheeks.

I may be a thirty-five-year-old hard ass president of a MC that used to deal with very dangerous men and still does occasionally. But none of that, or anything I’ve gone through in my life, compares to the pain I feel seeing my child hurt like this.

Screaming.

Arms flailing.

Body-wracking shakes.

More screaming.

Tears running down her cheeks.

Another scream.

Silent sobbing. It’s like her throat has been damaged and it pains her to cry out, but she can’t stop it.

It’s then that I realize Ryker and Grayson have shoved past me and are trying to talk to her, but she can’t hear them. She can’t hear any of us. She’s not awake. She’s stuck in a nightmare.

It’s keeping her captive, and she can’t get out.

Scream.

Silence.

Chapter Two

Cayden

One Hour After Shooting

Iknewthesecondthat I touched Steph at school today I screwed up. But following through was important. I need to get my head on straight and stop thinking about everything that is happening with my brothers and Harley being gone.

Running usually helps. I could normally come out here and run for hours and let my mind go blank, but today, it isn’t working. It’s been almost three hours and now that it’s dark outside, I’m ready to give up for the night.

As Bear and I are jogging back up to the clubhouse, goosebumps break out on my skin, causing my hair to stand on end. I walk through the main doors slowly and immediately freeze. Bear sniffs and then lets out a low growl. Taking in the main room that now has blood splattered on the floor, I notice that no one is around and some of the tables and chairs are knocked over or pushed aside.

Going on high alert, I grab Bear’s collar and slowly inch further into the room but pause when I hear footsteps coming from the far hallway.

Before I can even think of what to do in this situation when I have no weapons on me, Axe rounds the corner coming into the main room, frowning down at his phone.

“What the fuck happened?” I growl out, louder than I mean to.

Axe jolts slightly and slips his phone into his pocket as he looks from Bear to me, and then to the blood on the floor. His gaze darkens.

Sighing he runs a hand through his hair. It’s usually styled perfectly slicked back, but right now it’s a mess. “Harley showed up—” I hear nothing he says after my body freezes up. The blood… Harley is here… But she’s not here now…

Cutting off whatever he is saying, I snap, “Where is she?”

He narrows his eyes at me, his arms crossing over his chest. “Listen to me, kid, and I’ll explain.”

I take a deep breath and nod, knowing I need to hear whatever he has to say. No point in rushing this.

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