Rage put his fingers to Eric’s neck and tried to feel a pulse and got nothing. Well, hell.
Rage looked at Bull and Ghost. “Cut him down and roll him up for me.”
“You got it, brother.”
Rage showered and put on the new clothes they kept there. The clothes he wore would be burnt to take care of any evidence. The “Cleaners,” a group Fury had come in to take care of things like this, would get the body and bleach everything, and no one would ever see a drop of Eric’s blood ever again.
On the ride home, Rage let the breeze clean away the smell of blood and death. He started thinking about Harley and what she did on the street with Eric. Fuck. This would be the first time he ever punished her, and he was looking forward to it. He would never hurt her but could push her limits a bit.
They pulled into the compound and parked. When they walked in the back door, they saw Traeger leaning against a counter, eating a cookie.
“Where’s Harley?” Rage asked.
Traeger grinned. “They’re in the family room.”
“Fuck,” Fury said.
“What?” Rage asked.
“Are they stoned?” Fury asked.
Traeger laughed. “They said it would help Harley with her pain.”
Hell. He’d seen the old ladies when they were getting stoned. He always thought it was hilarious until now that his own woman was involved.
“Let’s go get them,” Fury said.
The men entered the room, and the women were squished together on one of the long sofas, and it looked uncomfortable.
His first look at his woman made him grit his teeth. One side of her face was swollen and red, but with Tara’s help, she held a bag of ice up to it. Harley needed help because they were all laughing so hard she couldn’t talk, much less hold something steady up to her face.
“Hey, they’re not as bad as the other times,” Enforcer said. “They called it medicinal.”
Rage’s mouth dropped open at Enforcer. Did he really hear right what came out of this man’s mouth?
Fury snorted.
“I need to get my woman. What’s the best strategy?” Rage asked.
“We go in and take them one at a time,” Dre told him. “I’ll go first.”
“No…” Kyra cried out when he carried her away. The other women were taken one by one, leaving only Harley grinning up at him.
She tried to stand up but fell back and started giggling.
Rage sighed and picked her up. “Woman, you’re in such trouble.”
Harley wrapped her arms around his neck and started kissing whatever she could reach.
“You know what the girls said?” she asked.
“No, what?” he asked.
“They said I was a hero.”
Fuck. He would talk to the men in the morning about warning their old ladies not to encourage Harley’s behavior. He snorted. There’s no way in hell that would work.
He laid her on their mattress and stripped her of her top. He went over to her. The only injury he found was her face and a few scratches.