Page 74 of Freeing Souls

“Wanna bet?” Grayson questions, having snuck past me. He injects a needle into Killer’s arm, causing him to fall limp and pass out.

When my mouth drops open, Grayson shrugs, “Doc helped me out yesterday.”

“Got another one of those?” Axe grunts as he and Stone hold down a fighting Tank.

“I’ll take this one.” I hold my hand out for Grayson to drop the other syringe into my palm. Approaching Tank on the floor, I squat by his head and hold eye contact as I put the needle to his arm. “See you soon, bitch.”

He manages to lift his leg out from under Stone, who has his lower half pinned, and kicks Stone in the side, making him grunt. “Take your fucking time, Harley,” Stone growls.

I raise a brow at him, not pushing the needle in. “Maybe I will.”

“Harley…” Axe chuckles, but it’s strained as he keeps holding onto Tank. Tank is by no means a small man; he is large and probably outweighs all the other guys, but I don’t think he has much strength.

After I inject Tank and he falls limp, they both stand, and Stone shoots me a glare before rubbing his side.

“Don’t worry. If you tell Raven you're injured, she’ll take care of you.” Axe laughs as he slaps Stone on the back.

“Ready, little flame?” Ryker asks as he wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me against his side.

Glancing at Bri’s dad, I ask, “Was there a girl with them?”

Rocky nods. “Yeah, she doesn’t come out of the room Killer is staying in, though.”

“Where is the room?” I ask him.

“Upstairs to the left, second door,” he tells us, and I start walking, Ryker and Grayson right behind me.

With the ear pieces still in, I can hear Colton asking Rocky about Killer and Tank.

“They asked for a place to stay, and I didn’t mind. We don’t really do much around here anymore. We had some issues when we tried to take in new members. They aren’t good guys and have been causing us issues. We want to just close the club and leave, honestly, but Killer said he could help if they could stay here for a while. He didn’t say anything else about it,” Rocky explains.

When we get up to the door, I knock twice, and when there is no answer, I slowly open it and step inside. “Zero? Are you here? It’s me, Harley. Do you remember me?” When I get no response, I walk farther into the bland, basic room and look around. There’s a bed in the center of the room and then another small air mattress along the wall under the window. Opening the closet door, I find minimal clothing items, but no one is in here.

“Where is she?” I ask Ry and Gray.

“Let’s get everyone to search around. Maybe she got scared and is hiding,” Grayson says.

After an hour of searching in and outside of the club, we come up empty. She isn’t here.

“What the hell,” I murmur.

“We only saw her twice. When they got here, and then the other day he brought her out here with him for a few minutes butotherwise she never left that room. I don’t know where she could have gone,” Rocky says.

“Harley, we need to get going. They won’t stay out for long, and she’s not here,” Grayson says gently.

I nod and glance at Rocky, who nods. “If we see her, we will contact Sugar.”

“Thanks,” I say, and we head out.

“I don’t understand how she just disappeared.” I sigh as we start heading back home again.

“I know, baby girl. There’s lots of reasons, though, and if she doesn’t want to be found, we can’t do anything about that,” Cade tells me.

“This would be a lot more fun if I had my fucking man cave still,” Noah whines as they put Killer and Tank into the cells in the shed. The room is bland, just a counter to the right side by the door and large cells along the back of the room.

“Did you just call your torture room at the nightclub yourman cave?” I tilt my head at Noah, cocking a brow.

He shrugs as a grin forms on his lips. “It was my own little man cave. Like some men have game rooms or like a place to watch sports or whatever else the fuck they do–I have my own man cave.”

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