Page 12 of The Ghost of Rage's War

“Shit, I can’t get nobody on the radio,” Dickens responded.

“Me either. I’m going for the boss. Cover the door.If any of our team make it in, get them to cover with you,” Sharp ordered.

Dickens nodded as a third guard entered.

“Stay with Dickens,” Sharp ordered Seabrooke.

“The boss?” Seabrooke gasped, and Sharp saw blood on his shoulder.

“Heading for him now,” Sharp said and began running up the stairs.

Romeo’s office was up here, his real one. The one downstairs was for show and for people he entertained. When alone, Romeo worked up here, and there was a built-in panic room.

He headed along the landing towards the hallway the office was down and stumbled over a house guard.

Fuck, the intruders had penetrated this far. A camera once more pivoted towards him, then shifted to face a different door before returning. Sharp frowned until he heard a scuffle. Somebody was lying in ambush waiting for him.

Sharp put a thumbs up at the camera and crouched low. Taking his shoes off, he crept along the hallway silently. As he reached the door, he saw the shadow and kicked the door hard. It sprang open and hit someone as Sharp dived in on a slide and fired.

The intruder fell, and Sharp checked for any others.

On finding none, Sharp got back to his feet and headed towards the office. Romeo had to be inside.

Suddenly, a man lunged at him and smashed him into the wall, and Sharp grunted in pain. He slammed his joined hands down on the asshole’s neck, andwhile the guy was stunned, Sharp broke his neck.

He continued past the last few doors and knocked on the office, panting.

“It’s Sharp,” he said; the door opened, and he was dragged in before it was locked again.

Sharp, caught off balance, stumbled and fell. He caught himself on his hands and glanced up into Romeo’s face. The panic room’s door stood open; however, a massacre had taken place.

Jackson and Brown were both down, with a third unknown man between them. Romeo reached down and offered his hand, and Sharp got to his feet. Romeo walked around his desk and sat down, away from the window.

“Seems I had two traitors,” Romeo said, taking a drink of whiskey.

“Shit,” Sharp stated.

“They thought they’d kill me. It backfired,” Romeo stated. “From an early age, my father drummed it into me, never trust anyone. They’ve been with me ten years, and they betrayed me.”

“Sorry to hear that,” Sharp replied. He moved to the window and glanced out. Shots were being fired, which meant the battle was ongoing.

“I watched you from when you got in the house,” Romeo said as his hand played with his weapon.

Sharp’s eyes narrowed as he saw a guy running across the lawn. Was that a fuckin’ missile launcher? Sharp raised his gun and began firing.

“Get in the panic room. They’ve got a missile launcher,” Sharp yelled.

Romeo was up and moving before Sharp shouted the word launcher. Sharp took the man out carrying it and kept watch over it.

“You got camera access?” Sharp bellowed.

“Yes, Mr Sharp, indeed I do.”

“Watch the hallway, I’m gonna cover that until one of ours picks it up,” Sharp replied.

“Are you forgetting who’s the boss?” Romeo replied, amused.

“Nope. But if some fucker gets that launcher, it won’t fuckin’ matter who’s in charge,” Sharp retorted.

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