Page 80 of Freeing Souls

As Grayson wraps the towel around me, he pulls me in close and kisses my temple. Leaning on him, I let my eyes fall shut and release a breath as the tears start to fall.

I may not be ready to face everything or to even process how I feel, but I can let myself trust them to hold me up until I can hold myself again.

Ryker

Cade disappeared while Grayson continued to hold Harley and dry her off. When he comes back into the bathroom, holding a t-shirt, he pauses next to me as we both watch Grayson and Harley.

She might be in a rough spot right now, but she took something back for herself, and that’s a huge step, even if she doesn’t see it yet. And now, she is letting herself be vulnerable with us so we can take care of her.

Grayson pulls the towel away and drops it in the hamper in the corner before guiding Harley towards us. “Arms up,” Cade murmurs softly and puts the shirt over her head when she raises her arms.

Stepping forward, I scoop her up and carry her to her bed, laying down with her while the others sit on the bed around us. She blinks her tired eyes at us. “Are you going back out to deal with him?”

“We will eventually, but not until you are okay,” Grayson says, rubbing her thigh.

She smiles sleepily. “Just let me fall asleep, and then you can go. I just want a good nap, and I’ll be good.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, and she nods, burrowing down farther under the blankets and letting her eyes fall shut.

We all stay close until the antsy feeling starts to rise, and I glance at the other two. “Do you think she’ll be alright?”

“Yeah, I don’t think she is going to wake up for a bit.” Grayson smiles.

I always want to stay with her, but I also need this, so I kiss her head and then waste no time heading back out to the shed, the guys close behind me.

“Well, well, well, looks like it’s just the four of us now.” I grin at Tank as we walk in, who glares at us.

“Should we remove his gag?” Cade asks.

I shrug. “Might as well. Let’s see what he has to say.” I undo his gag and toss it across the room.

“She will never be able to be rid of me. I will always be on her mind. Maybe even while you are fucking next time, she’ll be thinking about this, and how I got to watch her puss–”

Cade cuts him off by slamming his fist into his jaw. “Maybe he should stay gagged.”

“Or we can cut his tongue out,” Grayson comments from where he stands a few feet farther back than us. When I raise a brow at him, he just shrugs. “I taught myself how to remove eye balls too. We could just take away his sight and his ability to talk, maybe even burn his throat. It’ll make him feel everything you do to him more intensely, as his other senses go into overdrive.”

Holy fuck, I just fucking came, and now I am rock fucking hard all over again. The way he just stands there, arms crossed, hair messy from Harley gripping it, calm, cool, collected yet stating things about hurting this fucker, is my fucking wet dream.

“Ryker, your fucking dick,” Cade hisses at me as he walks past me and slaps the back of my head. I don’t even rub the pain away from his hit as I grin and readjust my cock now uncomfortable in my jeans. “What do we start with?” Cade asks Grayson.

He thinks it over as he bites the corner of his lip. “I would start with burning his throat, and then we can take his eyes. He’d probably lose too much blood if we took his tongue now. We can do that later.”

“Fuck,” I groan. “Stop talking, Grayson.”

Grayson chuckles. “Problem, Ry?”

“Nope.” I say, popping the P.

“Noah brought some hydrochloric acid when he prepped the shed for everyone. Will that work?” Cade asks.

Grayson nods and takes the container from him as they both approach Tank. I stand back and watch as Grayson partakes in torturing someone for the first time . “You aren’t seriously going to. You all are children! You have no idea what you are getting yourself into,” Tank babbles as Cade approaches him from behind and grabs his jaw, tilting his head back. He uses his other hand to pinch his nose closed so Tank is forced to open his mouth to breath.

The second he does, my baby wastes no time pouring the acid straight down his throat. Even going as far as to shove the opening of the bottle into his mouth so he can’t close his mouth again and is forced to swallow it down or he will choke.

Once it’s empty, he pulls it away, and they both step back as Tank gags and vomits all over himself. I clap my hands together and wander over to the counter, looking at my options for his eyes. Once I land on what I think is best, I spin back around and show Tank with a wide grin.

“I want to,” Grayson says, holding his hand out for the spoon and scalpel.

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