Psycho - Headless Horsemen MC novel Chapter 63

- Harley -

"What should we do today?" Shelby asks leaning against the kitchen counter, "Fill up the office with balls, like the balls from a fucking ball pit. I'll get Blade to get up in the vents and we will fill it to the brim, you need to get him out of here for a few hours" She smiles and nods her head at me "I'll get him to take me out for lunch with a few prospects for safety" I clap my hands together "Perfect".

I wait for Shelby to convince Gunner to leave the compound, he's sceptical but still goes. "Alright Blade I need you to go to the shops and buy as many fucking ball pit balls as you can take a few prospects with you" I hand over my card, he takes it smiling and nods his head before turning around to run off to a SUV.

I walk into the kitchen and Isabella comes running in, "Hey there's my little ass-kicker" I bend down and pick her up to sit her on the counter. "Harl I'm hungry" She whines, "You know what? So am I" I say as I open the freezer. I spot hot pockets and grab them, I heat them up and wait for them to cool down so it's not like fucking lava on the inside.

Betty comes in smiling until she sees me with the hot pockets, "I hope they're not for you two, you both need your vegetables" She says as she walks over to the fridge. "No ma, They're for Blade when he gets back from the shops," I say as I wink at Isabella and she winks at me. She grabs a water from the fridge and turns around raising an eyebrow at both of us, "Alright then" She says suspiciously before walking out the door.

We wait a few minutes and make sure she's gone "Alright the coast is clear" I say checking out the door. We both quickly eat the hot pockets and Isabella runs off to find dad in the garage, Blade comes through the door followed by at least 10 men with arms full of giant bags containing ball-pit balls. I follow them in amazement up the stairs and to the front door of the office, I look at my phone and check the time.

"Alright we have about an hour and a half until they're back but let's get it done in an hour, I'll shout dinner if we pull it off" They all nod and quickly get to work. Blade climbs up into the air vents and crawls through until he's above the office, a prospect follows him up and stops before him, followed by another one until we have a tiny work line.

I pick up the bags and give them to a prospect whos standing on a ladder who then shoves it into the air vent to another prospect who passes it down the line. Soon enough I can hear the plastic balls hitting the furniture in the office and I almost can't contain my excitement. "He's going to flip out," The prospect on the ladder says as I pass him the last bag, "I know, it's going to be fucking amazing" I reply grinning.

We clean up and all go back to what we were doing before, I set up cameras in the hallway pointing at his door and I got Blade to instal one in the office before we filled it up and i also added one last surprise in there. Turns out he's really good at electronics and shit, dumbass could have gone to university and made a name for himself and yet he's happy here with the people he calls his 'family'.

"Harley, can I talk to you?" I hear Blades voice from behind me, I turn around and look at him "Sure" I lead him into the bar and sit down at a booth. He intertwines his hands and leans them in the table infront of me, he looks nervous and I'm right because not hes staring down at his hands like they're going to magically start talking.

"They're not going to start talking, trust me" I try to joke. I don't know why he's so nervous maybe he's coming out, maybe he killed someone, maybe he is being followed, maybe he's a spy, maybe he's in love with me, maybe he's taken the president hostage. "What did it feel like the first time you killed someone?" He blurts out. I go to speak but nothing comes out of my mouth, he's totally caught me off guard I was kinda hoping it was the president thing.

"Oh.. um, well when I felt the warm blood on my skin it was like I was being baptised by it ridiculously enough, it was like my personal holy water. The feeling of watching his life drain from his eyes was like it was feeding my soul, it was euphoric. But if you can't tell that's how it feels every time I kill, I crave it, so smell, the feel of it, the sounds of it, the sight of it, it's beautiful".

"I crave to hear people beg me to spare them, I crave to hear people beg me to end their misery and to kill them, I fucking live for it when people beg me to kill them, fucking me can you believe it? I love the power i have, I love being in control" I say throwing my arms up in the air. He stares at me with amazement in his eyes, I lean back and smirk at him "How does it feel Blade" I ask raising an eyebrow at him "How does it feel when you take someone's life?" I question.

"It's the best feeling in the world" He smiles looking up at me, "Some people enjoy the feeling of killing, but then theres me, I enjoy torturing them. Making them hurt for hours, days, weeks even months. I love it, nothing will ever stop me from doing it" I say as I pull out my blade sticking the sharp end into the table, I spin it around using the handle and stare at it.