Page 90 of Healing Souls

“Are you alright?” I ask quietly.

Noah turns around and flashes me his infamous smirk. “Yeah, Princess, I’m all good. Let’s get the fuck out of here. Come on, you're riding with me. I don’t have a spare helmet, so you’ll have to wear mine.”

Climbing onto the back of his bike once we get outside, I wrap my arms around him and feel comfort in holding onto him.

“Ready, Princess?” he asks, revving up the engine of the motorcycle.

“Yes.” Even with the slightly tense air that is still surrounding Noah, I can’t help but smile against his back as he takes off and the wind whips against my face.

The adrenaline that ran through me the entire time we were there continues on; it feels like a high I never want to come down from. Power and freedom. Two things I have never truly felt until right now.

That is, until we pull up to the club where Colton and Gabriel are waiting outside, leaning against the wall by the door. Noah sighs as he turns the bike off and helps me off.

Taking his helmet off my head, he says, “Go in and head to bed. I’ll deal with this.”

Nodding, I pass everyone, keeping my eyes down as I slip in the door and go upstairs. Opening my bedroom door, I find Ryker sprawled out on my bed sleeping. It looks like he was waiting for me based on the lights being on, his phone in his hand, and he is fully dressed.

I walk in and gently take his phone, putting it on the nightstand and covering him with a blanket. Backing out of my room, I turn the light off and slowly shut the door. I think I need someone else right at this moment, and I don’t want to disturb him.

Stopping in front of Grayson’s door, I take a deep breath and then slowly push the door open. The light from the hall streams into the room, and Grayson lifts his head.

“Harley?” he groggily asks.

“Can I lay with you?” I whisper, biting my lip.

He nods and pulls back the covers. I kick off my shoes and take off my jacket, then climb into the bed next to Grayson, slipping under the covers.

“I think there’s something wrong with me, and I can’t find it in me to be bothered by it. Is that wrong?” I mumble against his chest, wrapping my arm around his torso.

Grayson wraps his arms around me and drops a kiss on my head. “No, it isn’t wrong. We are all a little messed up, Harley. That’s why we need each other. To balance each other out.

Ryker

Two Hours Earlier

The second Harley is out of my sight, I pull my phone out and step back into her room.Please forgive me for this.

I knew by the look in her eyes and her tone of voice that there was no talking her out of not going. I wanted to go wake up Cade, but I knew that wouldn’t have gone any better. He would’ve just gone caveman on her ass and refused to let her leave.

I do believe she needs to do this, I agree with her. Just not the way she wants to do it.

So, I make the call I really don’t want to make.

“What’s up? I’m riding to do some club shit right now,” Noah says through the Bluetooth set up in his helmet, making it a little harder to hear him over the sound of the bike.

“Right, well there is something you should know first.” I clear my throat. My tongue sticks to the rough of my mouth, the words not wanting to come out. It feels wrong, but I know it’s the right thing to do.Trust, Ryker. Trust.

“Hello? Are you still there? What the fuck do you want, Ry?” Noah grumbles.

“Harley overhead everything that was talked about regarding Daniel. She knows that you all found him and that you took him to the nightclub, and she knows that you’re going there tonight to get some answers out of him.

“I tried to talk her out of it, but she is really fucking determined, and I know that pushing too hard would have sent her spiraling. Kind of like I have in the past. But I also want her to be fucking safe, and I can’t go following her myself because of the ankle monitor, so this was my next best bet. But Noah, you have to let her—”

“Woah, Ryker, shut the fuck up for a second and breathe. What exactly is she planning to do?” Noah demands on the other end of the line, voice warped slightly by the helmet.

Letting out a breath, I tell him, “She left and is heading to follow you to the club so she can see what’s going on, and I don’t know what her plan is exactly, whether she is just going to watch or what, but I wanted you to know so you can keep an eye on her to make sure she is safe. But Noah, don’t send her home. She needs—”

“You’re rambling again, Ryker. Chill out. I hear you loud and clear. Don’t forget who you’re talking to. I know what she’s dealing with. I also know how fucking stubborn she is because she is her father’s child and she is fucking like you. A royal pain in my ass.”

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