Page 14 of The Ghost of Rage's War

“Jesus,” Seabrooke mumbled as a biker yanked a woman up, bent her over a stool, and began fucking her. Sharp winced as the guy just shoved his cock into her.

“Don’t look,” Dickens muttered.

“Where the hell do we look? It’s all over the clubhouse. Why the fuck are we here?” Harper murmured.

“The boss has business, and we’re his guards,” Sharp replied.

“I hope we don’t have to come back,” Seabrooke complained as he averted his gaze.

Sharp looked around the room. They couldn’t have stood out more if they tried. In their suits, they were targets.

Jeans that barely covered asses or, in some instances, hung below an ass, scruffy tees and general poor hygiene were the Fangs go to. Except one man. He was a fuckin’ brute, and Sharp had clocked him instantly.

The biker’s eyes were sharp, and his head was on a constant swivel. Where his brothers were drunk or whacked out, this guy wasn’t. There was something about him that made Sharp’s skin crawl.

“Who’s that?” he asked a biker nearby.

“Volcano. Dude’s a true psycho. Killed his brothers. They reckon he also did his mom and sisters. He’s Wrath’s last living kid.”

“He murdered his siblings?” Dickens muttered, horrified.

“Yeah. He goes full-on berserker. Wrath keeps him on a short leash. Seen that cunt kill with his bare hands. Volcano’s a law to himself, dude, keep the fuck away if you want to live,” the biker said as his eyes closed.

Sharp kept watching Volcano out of the corner of his eye. When a member of the club stumbled into him, Volcano knocked him out with one punch. The man was a giant, and Sharp would swear on the bible he was on ‘roids. As if he sensed he was being watched, Volcano’s gaze swung to Sharp.

Dead eyes, like a shark, held Sharp’s before Volcano dismissed him as a threat. A shiver ran down Sharp’s back. He’d seen that expression before in a killer’s stare. No doubt, the man watching everyone, would kill without a second thought. There was a commotion at the office door they were observing, and Romeo exited with Wrath.

Looking for clues to his identity, Sharp studied Wrath. He was six feet, although a little stooped. Wrath had grey hair and had once been a big guy. His muscle was softened, and while he had a beer gut, he wasn’t a weak man. Wrath held himself tall. A mask covered his entire face, and Sharp couldn’t make out features.

Behind Wrath came four other men. The remainder of Manticore? They were all roughly the same age as Wrath. If there were only five left, had two died? They’d had intel that Manticore had been made up of seven. One from each of the clubs they turned dirty.

Lips pursed, Sharp looked for a clue and foundnothing.

They could walk down the street and Sharp could pass them and never know.

Wrath held a handout to Romeo, who shook it and then headed for them.

“Let’s go,” he ordered.

Sharp instantly took his left side as Dickens fell to his right. Seabrooke claimed the front and Harper the back. Romeo would be covered while here.

“I need a fuckin’ shower. That shithole couldn’t get any dirtier,” Romeo announced as they climbed into the SUV they were using. Sharp got into the front passenger seat.

“You ain’t alone, boss. Tell me we don’t have to return,” Dickens said.

“No. Our business should be done. Wrath wished to speak to me about the lay of the land. He funded my father in the beginning. It’s not needed now, but Wrath likes an update. Clearly, he wanted one from me. War with the Venomous Fangs is not a desired outcome, so we humour him,” Romeo stated.

“Do we need him?” Sharp asked.

“Not really. But I do like the weapons he gets for us. They’re always high quality.” Romeo smirked. “Let’s return to the hotel and scrub that cesspit from our pores and then order a decent meal. I daren’t eat or drink in that place.”

“Food poisoning would have been the last of your worries,” Sharp commented, and Romeo chuckled.

“While I don’t have to come back, the sad news is, I need somebody to act on my behalf with the club.Someone who can hold their own against the dregs of society. A man not afraid to kill but will protect my interests,” Romeo said and held Sharp’s gaze.

Sharp swallowed the ‘hell yeah’ reaction he felt and put on a beleaguered look. “You’re ordering me,” he stated.

“Yes. I wish to know what Wrath and Miguel are planning. Which means we need eyes on Wrath. I’ve told him you’ll be around for a few more days, and you will also be my liaison,” Romeo stated.

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