Page 7 of Healing Souls

I turn and head back out, feeling pure fury overcoming me.

She was shot. My girl. Mine.No! Not mine. I battle with myself the entire way back to the clubhouse, refusing to go back to Rage’s place no matter how badly I want to be with Harley right now.

First my mother, and now Harley. Watching them be hurt and then having no way to seek vengeance for them doesn’t sit right with me. My anger and warring mind are my only valid excuses for how I behave when I walk into the club and see Axe arguing with two guys. One of them is demanding to see Harley right now. I don’t know who these fuckers are, but I walk right up to one yelling in Axe’s face and clock him in the face, watching him drop like a sack of shit with a sick sort of satisfaction coursing through my veins.

Blade (Noah)

The second my brother is out of sight, I turn around and face Daniel, preparing to tell him off for opening his big mouth. Yeah, he did the right thing, but now he seems to be pushing buttons and almost enjoying it based on the slight gleam in his eyes.

“Open the cell,” Rage growls.

“No,” Sugar snaps at him, stepping into his line of sight and blocking out Daniel. “That’s enough.”

“It’s not fucking enough,” Rage roars, pushing on Sugar’s shoulders, who doesn’t budge. “He shot my fucking daughter. I don’t care if she showed up here with a gun or not.”

“Rage, you’re not thinking straight.” I blow out a breath.

He turns towards me and narrows his eyes. “I’m your president and I am telling you, as my enforcer, to handle this. Beat the shit out of him until that cocky fucking look is gone from his face. Then we will see what to do from there. But he doesn’t fucking leave these cells. Got it?”

I give a curt nod, not sure what to do in this position. I have never in my life here at the club seen Rage like this.

Sugar firmly grips his shoulder. “Go be with your daughter. Fuckingnow. We will handle this and come catch you up on things later. You stay at the house with her, and I’ll handle club things for you.”

Rage scowls at him for a moment before shaking off his hold and leaving to hopefully return to his house.

“Now what?” I ask Sugar, eyeing the cells.

“Well, we obviously aren’t goin’ to punish him for protectin’ his prez, but…” He turns a glare towards Daniel. “We can’t leave him without a few bruises or else Rage will just get even more pissed. He’s not gonna be thinkin’ rationally anytime soon.”

I crack my knuckles and grin at Daniel. “Hedidcall the club princess a piece of ass and he has been a cocky fucker since day one of prospecting.”

“Wait, seriously? You are going to, what? Beat me? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I thought you all were trying to turn this club around?” Daniel practically whines.

I nod. “We are. Matter of fact, we have. Making our businesses and most of our income legal. But that has nothing to do with how things are run at the club. We don’t need to follow the law here. We form our own rules and laws in church. This is just a beating for disrespecting the prez’s kid and my brother’s girl.”

Daniel scoffs and goes to say something, but I think we’ve had enough talking. Nodding at Sugar, he quickly unlocks the cell and I step inside.

I shrug. “You can fight me back. I don’t mind. I promise not to hurt you too much. It’s about time you toughen up anyway. Especially if you want to become a member someday. Going around and picking on high school boys and showing off to them isn’t going to earn you any brownie points.”

I huff a laugh when Daniel’s eyes narrow on me and he gets into a fighting stance. I go in fast, landing three solid hits to his gut before he reacts, trying to defend himself and move away.

By doing that, he opens his side up to me, so I spin and kick him right in his ribs. He grunts and drops to his knees. I walk up to him and rip his head back by his hair before raining down blows to his face. Then I back up and give a swift kick to the side of his head, watching him drop to the ground, knocked out. His face is bleeding and already turning black and blue.

I huff, “Well, that was anticlimactic and not that much fun.” Did he deserve that? Not really. But in all honestly, I went fucking easy on him.

Hell, I got my ass handed to me by Sugar, Rage, and Stone once for being a disrespectful little shit. Daniel doesn’t deserve to be down here, but right now we can’t go against what our prez wants. Even if he is being irrational. It would show disrespect and weakness.

So, I just take this beating as the kid fucking needed a good ass kicking. He is very cocky and probably gets away with more than he should because we’ve all been so busy lately.

Sugar snorts. “Were you expectin’ him towantto fight you? He acts tough, but he’s a pussy. Ya know, I thought at first he might have been a mole, but I don’t think he has it in him.” He shakes his head with a snort.

I think about it for a few minutes. He does hate my boys. He has since he got here. And my accident months ago still has never made sense to me. “You know, maybe Nerds should look into him. There are some things off with this guy. It could just be him being arrogant, but I’d much rather be safe than sorry.”

Sugar nods. “We’ll bring it up in church tomorrow.”

Locking up the cell, we head back towards the main building together. “I am ready to crash after this day, brother,” I yawn, stretching my arms.

“Me fuckin’ too,” Sugar agrees.

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