Page 88 of Healing Souls

It takes about ten minutes for my ride to get here and then another fifteen minutes to reach the nightclub. When we arrive, the driver drops me off out front, giving me a weird look because the club is very clearly closed.

Hoping that for some reason Noah didn’t lock the front door after he went in, I try it, and it surprisingly opens.

Very slowly walking in so I don’t make any noise, I look around at the mostly dark place. The only thing illuminating the space is what appears to be light coming from a hallway across the room. I make my way towards the hall, but halfway to it, someone grabs my shoulders, spins me around, and shoves me against the wall.

Trying to control my breathing and remain calm, I prepare myself to fight, but then his stupid cocky voice chuckles in my ear. “Tsk, tsk, Princess. You are being very naughty.”

My eyes widen. “How—”

He tsks again. “You don’t get to ask questions right now.”

“Look, Noah, I know that Daniel is here. I just want to see him once. That’s all.”

Noah chuckles. “Don’t lie to me, Princess. You’ve been listening in for a while. You know what I was coming here to do.” Wrapping his large hand around my bicep, he pulls me with him to the hall and down it to a door at the end.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my brow creasing.

He glances back and raises a brow. “Exactly what you came here for. You want to play big kid games? Let’s see how you handle it then.”

He opens a door to a closet, and at the back of the closet is another door he enters a passcode for before yanking the steel open.

I suck in a breath.Shit. Stairs. You can do this, Harley.

Noah smirks. “Chickening out already?”

Straightening my shoulders, I glare at him. “No.”

He shrugs and gestures for me to go down the stairs. Taking a breath and remembering how Ryker helped me and the way he reminded me it’s not the same helps me move my feet and descend the steps.

It’s not the same.The walls are different. Noah is coming down with me. The stairs are old wooden ones that creak with every step. It smells different, like bleach. The lights are bright and light up the entire space. There are three other doors down here.

Not the same,I remind myself.

“This way,” Noah says, walking ahead of me to another door. He stops with his hand on the knob and looks back at me. “You are going to see a side of me my own brother has never seen. Are you sure you want to do this? I may have been picking on you earlier, but Harley, if you need to walk away, do it. This isn’t a game.”

Staring into his eyes that are the exact same blue and gold fire as Cade’s, I nod. “I’m doing this.” There’s no going back. Not now.

He holds my eyes for a second and nods back at me, then unlocks and opens the door. Walking into the room, I find it’s larger than the first one with concrete walls and floor. In the center of the space is a chair with who I’m assuming is Daniel tied to it. He opens his eyes and blinks at Noah before his gaze finds me and he glares, mumbling words through his gag.

I follow Noah and glance around the room, seeing there is nothing besides a long table on the right wall.

Noah pulls the gag out of his mouth, and Daniel immediately goes off, “What the fuck are you fucking doing here? You’re just another stupid slut—”

Before I even register what I’m doing, I punch him in the face. “I’m not a fucking slut,” I sneer, my lips curling over my teeth. “Don’t ever speak to me like that again.” I snarl.

Adrenaline flows through my veins at the power I realize I hold in this moment. No one has the control they used to have over me. When someone says something about me like that, like what Tammy used to say, I can do something about it.This is why I needed to do this.

That makes me feel fucking powerful.

Glancing up at Noah standing next to me with a small smile on his face, I ask, “What information did you have to get from him?”

Noah takes his eyes off of me and glares at Daniel, “Who let you out of the cell?”

“No one,” he immediately responds, his face now a stoic mask. No emotion at all.

Noah sighs, “See, the thing is, I don’t fucking believe you.” He cracks his knuckles. “Let's try this one more time with a different question.” His demeanor is calm and collected. Like he doesn’t have a care in the world, and dominance just oozes off of him. “Why did you take off to begin with? It was pretty clear we weren't going to leave you there or kill you.”

Daniel doesn’t respond. Instead, he just glares right at me. If looks could kill…

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