Page 71 of Healing Souls

Rage sighs and sits down at his desk. He glances around at everyone before speaking. “Do you all understand what this means? There is a very high chance they are using this elite ball as a front to sell women. Possibly young girls. We don’t know the full extent of it yet.”

Blade flashes a violent grin. “So that means we work our way in, get all the information we can, and we destroy them piece by piece. I will personally volunteer to take dicks off of every pervert there. Let them keep living but with no fucking dick,” he says.

There is no mistaking the fury in my brother's tone. But at the same time, the thought of being able to be as violent as he wants seems to excite him. He may try to hide it from Ryker, Grayson, and I, but he doesn’t always succeed.

What these people are doing is beyond fucked up. I think if I got my hands on any of them, I wouldn't mind letting out the side of me my father created to get some payback. Especially towards Tammy and Richard. Who knows what their plans were for Harley?

Glancing at Ryker and Grayson, I know their thoughts are going down the same path.

“For now, I need to do some more digging. Grayson, I could use you a few days after school this week to help me. You have caught on fast, so you should be able to get this quickly and help,” Nerds says.

Grayson nods. “Of course.”

“Remember, not a word of this is to be spoken about to anyone. Our main priorities right now are finding Daniel and looking into this.” Rage gives pointed looks at Ryker, Grayson, and I.

I know he is referring to Harley and how we aren’t allowed to tell her anything. No matter how messed up that may be. I clench my fists but nod, reminding myself that we are doing this to help her as we leave the office.

Ryker and Grayson are right behind me. I plan to just head up to my room for the night, but I’m stopped when Ryker curses under his breath. Looking in the same direction he and Grayson are, I spot Harley on the back patio pacing back and forth wringing her fingers together.

They start towards the back door, heading straight for her, and before my brain can register what I’m doing my feet are moving in the same direction following them out to the patio.

Harley sees us, and she sighs, “I need to tell you something.” She glances right into my soul. “All of you.”

Chapter Eighteen

Harley

Areyoureallygoingto do this?I ask myself.

I’ve gone back and forth with myself since we came back upstairs from the gym. I showered and paced and then came outside and paced again because I thought the fresh air might help me collect my thoughts.

I was wrong. No matter what way I try to go about this, I think I’m insane. They are going to see me differently. There is no way I can bare my demons to someone and not receive pitying looks.

It was bad enough at Brielle’s. They barely know anything about what actually happened to me. I told them about when I lost all hope and wanted to die. Brielle saw some of the scars on my back, but I never told them what actually happened.

I never wanted them to know. I never wanted anyone to know. Or so I thought. I need the guys to know now. Or at least have an idea.

Now that I know I will be staying here, I have come to terms with the fact that I can’t do this on my own. If I have to learn to trust someone, I know it needs to be them. The three boys who are always around and seem to bring me a sense of peace I haven’t felt since my mom was alive.

So now I am standing here with three sets of eyes all on me, waiting.

I saw how Cayden wanted to walk away when I said I needed to tell them something. But even with the weird way he seems to act, I know I need him here too. Something in his eyes reminds me of my own.

“Harley?” Grayson says softly.

I clear my throat, realizing I haven’t said anything yet. “Right. Right, um is there somewhere we can talk?”

“This way,” Cayden grunts as he starts walking down the patio steps and across the backyard.

We all follow him, with Ryker and Grayson ending up on either side of me. I feel a feather-light touch on my hand and glance down to see Grayson’s index finger lightly run over the back of it. He slides his finger lower and links it with my index finger.

I squeeze mine around his and keep walking, looking straight ahead as Cayden leads us across the back road and onto a trail.

After a few more minutes, the trees open up to a small clearing. There are a few old car parts back here that seem to have sat here a long time based on how the grass and weeds have grown over them.

Cayden leads us to a fallen tree and points to the log.

Releasing Grayson’s finger, I step forward and sit on it. Ryker sits next to me while Grayson takes a seat on the ground to my other side. Cayden steps back and leans against a tree a few feet away.

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