“Sure. Hop on, Harley.”
She sighed when he didn’t say anything else to her. Crush took her hand and helped her onto the back. She wrapped her arms around his waist.
“I’ll see you soon, babe,” Rage said.
She nodded, and they took off.
She felt freer at that moment than she ever had before. She hadn’t realized how much Eric affected her life until then.
Chapter Thirteen
Rage watched her ride away and was speechless.
Fury came up beside him and smacked the back of his shoulder.
“Jesus,” Rage said. “What the hell happened to my sweet Harley?”
Fury laughed. “She’s still there. She’s just growing stronger, like the rest of them did. It doesn’t help that they rub off on each other and love to strategize against us.”
Rage looked at him. “What the fuck is that about?”
“They’re determined to make us happy, but they also want to keep us on our toes.”
“Oh, shit.” That scared the hell out of him.
“Don’t stress about it. We’ve got each other’s backs, and they’re just giving us a reason to punish them. Have you ever had to punish Harley?”
Rage shook his head. “No, she’s always been so sweet.”
Fury laughed hysterically. “Yeah, Amelia was too … at first.”
“Oh, hell.” He’d seen some of the things that woman had done, and it terrified him and secretly excited him that Harley would start to do things too.
“Come on. Let’s go play with the fucker. It will make you feel better.”
Rage nodded. He was looking forward to having alittle talkwith Eric.
They rode their bikes to the warehouse and walked in to see Eric already strung up with his feet a foot off the ground. He was yelling and cursing, and Rage’s brothers stood back with their arms crossed over their chests, grinning.
Rage stripped his boots off and stepped on the plastic the guys had already put down under Eric to catch most of the blood.
Fury leaned back against the wall, crossed his own arms, and nodded. “Have fun, brother.”
Rage played with him for an hour, slowly taking him apart piece by piece until he begged for death.
“Oh, I don’t know. How many times did Harley beg you to stop?” Rage asked Eric.
Eric raised his head. “And I loved every part of it.”
Rage stiffened for a moment and then laughed. “This isn’t our first rodeo, Hass. I know you’re trying to get me to put a bullet into your brain to put you out of your misery. A minute ago, I was ready to. I’m tired and want to go home to my woman’s sweet cunt. Now, I think I’ll play a little more.”
Rage turned to his brothers and grinned. “What am I missing, guys?”
“He’s got way too many fingers if you ask me,” Bull said.
Rage smiled and walked over to the bench to get the wire cutters. Eric’s sounds while he tortured him made Rage happy and calmed him.
“Man, I think he’s gone,” Fury said.