Page 65 of Healing Souls

She nods slowly.

“I need to ask you something,” Ry says.

“What?” she asks, frowning at us.

“How much time did you spend down in that basement?”

Harley clenches her fists and looks past us, staring at the door that is behind us. “Always. Until I started school. Three years,” she answers in a dead tone.

Ryker sucks in a breath while I glance down, not really sure how you respond to something like that. But luckily, Ry fills the silence. “I have an idea. But you’re going to have to trust me. Can you do that?”

“Um, I think I can try,” Harley says with no confidence whatsoever.

Ryker chuckles while I smile. “Well, that’s convincing. Put on some workout clothes and meet us downstairs.”

Ry marches out of the bathroom and straight out of the room.

“Grayson!” he calls back. “Go change into workout clothes too.”

I groan and start walking while Harley chuckles behind me. I look back at her. “You won’t be chuckling once you work out with him. He’s crazy.”

She nods along, but there is a gleam in her eyes that I’m not sure I’m ready for.

Ryker

Standing in the main room by the windows that look out front, I bounce on my toes while waiting for the other two slow pokes to hurry up and get down here. I know my idea is going to work flawlessly.

Noah walks in from the front door and raises a brow at me. “What the fuck is that look on your face for? I don’t like it.”

I cackle. “Nothing for you to be concerned with.” Blade groans, and I smile.

“Please for the love of god stay out of trouble. I have a date tonight, and I would like to actually go.”

Now it’s my turn to raise my brows as I stop bouncing. “A date?” Noah doesn’t date. He fucks and runs.

“Yep.” Quicker than I can blink, he pulls out a wicked looking knife. “With my knife.”

I grin at that. “Do share, dear brother. What will you and the knife be doing on this date?”

Noah returns my grin. “Nice try kid.”

“Fucker.” I mumble as he walks away laughing.

He never tells me the things he actually gets to do. He is the club enforcer. I know he is out doing fun shit, but he won’t share because I’m not technically a member yet.

Sometimes it really bothers me. Well, it used to bother me more than it does now. Violence runs in my veins, and being patient while we wait to be eighteen so we can join the club and be involved is hard, although I am trying to come to terms with it. Patience and I are going to become best friends.

A few tortuous minutes later, Harley and Grayson come down the stairs and meet me in the main room. “About time!” I shout, throwing up my hands.

Grayson rolls his eyes at me with a smile while Harley looks a little nervous.

“Ready?” I ask.

“No.” She laughs. “Not at all.”

I wave them to follow me and head over to the hallway that goes downstairs. Harley stops towards the front of the hall, so I walk back towards her. “Harley?” Her gorgeous hazel eyes snap up to meet mine. “Take a deep breath, close your eyes, and trust me.”

She very slowly does as I say, and as soon as I see her shoulder relax a little I swoop down and scoop her up from under her thighs. Her legs automatically wrap around my waist while her hands find my shoulders.

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