Page 89 of Freeing Souls

“Fuck, now I have to walk around with my cock hard as a fucking rock.” Ryker groans as I finish explaining everything.

Grayson and I laugh while Cade steps towards Ryker, holding his fist up. “I can fix it for you.”

“Punch my dick, and I swear to God, I will cut yours off in your sleep.”

“Okay, leave each other alone.” Grayson sighs as we leave the breakroom and head back to the office.

“So what’s the plan?” Noah asks from where he is leaning against the wall outside the office.

“They are coming home with us,” I say, smiling down at Tammy as she tries to yell through her gag.

Using the two hooks in the ceiling of the shed, Cade and Ryker chain Tammy’s wrists together and raise her so she is left on her tiptoes, dangling, before doing the same thing to Richard.

“What do you want to do, baby girl?” Cade asks me as soon as they are all set.

“I really want some pizza.” I grin, glancing between them. “We can take their gags out. I guess they can at least talk to each other.”

Ryker yanks the rags out of their mouths, and after coughing up a storm, Tammy glares at me. “You little bitch–”

“Keep talking, and I’ll find something painful to gag you with. Shut up and behave. You’re my bitch now.” I tell her before walking back over to the door and holding it open for my guys, who all smile as we walk out of the shed. After locking up, we head back over to the club, where most everyone is settled in the living room besides Stone and Raven, drinking beer.

“Done so soon?” Noah raises a brow.

“Just letting them get comfortable.” I wink at him.

Cade grabs everyone a beer, and we all take seats on the couch, with Ryker pulling me down on his lap while the other two sit on either side of us.

“So there’s another thing we need to discuss,” Grayson says to the room, drawing everyone’s eyes to him. “We still have the offshore accounts that need to be handled. I have a list of names of those we know were involved from all my research awhile back. Nerds and I should be able to get all the accounts in their names, and then I remember Rage talking about having a contact we can give the information to?” he questions, glancing at Colton.

“Yeah, years ago, Killer was investigated by the FBI, and Rage became friends with the guy who was runnin’ most of it. Nothin’ ever turned up from the investigation, but they stayed in contact off and on. I know how to get a hold of him. He should be able to send the information in the right direction,” Colton tells him.

“You and Nerds can really get the accounts away from the club? I know it was like multiple accounts that connected back here, right?” I ask Grayson.

“Yeah.” He nods. “It was when you had run away from the Wilsons. We discovered the one with Rage’s name on it. After that, we found the others, and all of them are connected to the ranking officers here. Now we know Killer was more than likely the one who did that, which makes sense,” Grayson spits.

“If you and Nerds can get them ready, I will get in contact with Rage’s guy,” Colton responds.

Grayson glances at me, a guilty look on his face as he opens his mouth to speak. I cut him off. “It’s alright. Go do your thing, Gray. I wasn’t kidding about letting them get comfortable down there, and plus, I need to work out. These two can help me.” I wink at him.

“Behave.” He chuckles as he kisses me before giving Ryker a kiss. He pauses, realizing what he did without thought. The panic begins to surface on his face, but then Noah whistles loudly, making Grayson’s panic turn into embarrassment as he heads down the hall towards the tech room.

Ryker pulls me back against him so my head is resting on his shoulder and shoots a glare at Noah. “Leave Grayson alone.”

“Hey, I didn’t do anything besides whistle,” Noah says, holding his hands in the air. “If you guys are going to work out, I’m coming too.”

“Good. It’s about time I kicked your ass again,” Ryker says under his breath. Cade and I laugh while Noah shoots us a suspicious look while he walks away.

Grayson

“Who are they?” Nerds asks as we close ourselves in the tech room.

“District Judge Paul Whitlock, Jacksonville County Sheriff Caleb Jones, Mayor Ron Davidson, and Bethany Wright, a social worker,” I read him the names from my list. “Some of them were working together and had this whole scheme to take kids away without ever being caught. The Mayor was just buying underage girls, and we don’t know what happened to them after, because they never went back into the trafficking ring that we could find.” I wince, hating not having the answer to what happened to the girls.

“Fuck, I hate all of this,” he mumbles.

“We are done after this,” I say, trying to help him feel better.

“But it's not done, is it? It’s everywhere in the world. It never ends.” He shakes his head. “This shit is fucked up.” His leg is bouncing as he shoves handful after handful of nerds candy in his mouth.

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