Page 32 of The Ghost of Rage's War

“The kids needed food,” Carmelle whispered.

“They can learn to fuckin’ wait,” Fury snarled, and if possible, Carmelle shrank even more.

Volcano stepped back, and Sharp glowered at him.

Sharp was horrified when Fury grabbed her and ripped the tank from her. Carmelle squealed and covered her breasts, but Fury wasn’t finished. As she fought to keep her dignity, Fury tore her skirt and underwear down, and Carmelle was stark naked in front of a pack of baying hounds.

To Sharp’s absolute disgust, men began yanking their cocks out and whacking off. Carmelle used one arm to hide her boobs and a hand to cover her pussy. Tears streamed down her face.

Fury didn’t give a shit.

“All you are is a cunt to put a cock in. You mean nothing to anyone here. I don’t give a fuck if we share blood—”

“What!” Carmelle cried as she began shaking.

“You’re my granddaughter. Your mother was my daughter, and she fucked Arrow, Rage’s President. Makes you my granddaughter and Drake Michaelson’s half-sister. But you’ve no value other than that and your cunt,” Fury snarled.

Sharp glanced at Volcano in shock as Fury’s words hit. To Sharp’s utter disgust, Fury bent Carmelle over like Pinch had and rubbed his cock against her bare cheeks.

“Hear this, bitch,” Fury hissed as he grabbed and squeezed her breasts hard.

Carmelle cried in pain, and Fury squeezed them harder until his knuckles turned white. Carmelle sobbed as he did so.

“You may be my granddaughter, but I do not give a shit. I’d still fuck your ass like the cunt you are. Now get upstairs, and don’t bother me again.”

Fury slung her away, and Carmelle tried scurrying off. Sharp could see the bruises forming on her breasts already. Men reached out, grabbing her breasts again and her ass. Some even slipped fingers between her thighs before she managed to knock them away. Sharp stormed out as Carmelle made to the stairs and fled.

Volcano grabbed him outside. “You react, and he’ll see it, and it’ll be worse for her. Fury will bend her over and fuck her in front of you. We’re gonna come up with a plan to save my niece and great-nieces. You hear me, Ghost? I ain’t what you think. And we’re going to save her or die trying to.”

Sharp nodded his head. He wondered whether it was a trap. But if that woman was Drake’s half-sister, he had to try to help her. Sharp wasn’t going anywhere soon.

Carmelle

I raced for the stairs, aware of my ass jiggling and boobs bouncing. Hands reached out and groped my naked body even as I hurried past them.

Wrath cackled with laughter behind me.

Completely humiliated, I fled up the steps and headed for my room. Entering it, I slammed the door shut and ran into the bathroom. Sadie and Shannon lay on the bed with wide eyes, and I stepped under it and turned the water on. I didn’t care if it was cold or not. For the next twenty minutes, I scrubbed everywhere in the thankfully hot water.

On exiting, I dragged on some panties and a pair of pyjamas. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I tried to block out what had just happened. Wrath claimed I was his granddaughter, and yet he treated me like that? With shaking hands, I shoved the hair out of my face and cuddled Sadie and Shannon.

A horrible thought hit me. Wrath’s potential danger to the girls concerned me, given his actions towards me. It was terrible. I couldn’t stop crying, even though it was frightening Shannon. As my thoughts turned dark, I realised this could not continue. Death would be easier than this. But I couldn’t leave the kids alone here.

My thoughts shied away from what those monsters’ downstairs would do to them.

I could kill myself easily, but I’d have to take Shannon and Sadie with me. I gazed at my hands through my tears. Could I honestly kill my own babies? Not if they were awake, I couldn’t, but smothering them in their sleep? Yeah. Ending this torment for them and protecting them from whatever those animals planned was tempting. Sadie wouldn’t know much of it; she was a baby. Shannon, though,might wake, and the mere thought of that happening caused agony in my chest.

But what other options were there? Those men constantly lingered, irrespective of the hour. I’d looked late at night and early hours of the morning for an escape and never found the clubhouse empty.

Even as I considered my choices, the door flew open and Volcano entered and slammed it shut. He held a finger up to his mouth, and I shrank away from him.

As I watched, Volcano grabbed his mobile from his pocket and began typing. He turned the phone around, and I blinked until I could read it.

‘Be quiet, the room is bugged. Stay inside until I come for you. It might be a couple of days,’I read silently.

A frown crossed my face as I gazed up at Volcano’s expressionless one.

“Why?” I mouthed.

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