Page 7 of The Ghost of Rage's War

“Nice driving,” Toxic murmured.

“Where we heading?” Sharp asked, not acknowledging Toxic’s comment.

Toxic rattled off an address, and Sharp pulled out and headed there.

“You’re gonna need a doc.”

“That’s where you are taking me,” Toxic replied. “What’s your story?”

“Don’t have one.”

“Bullshit, every fucker has a story. You’re carrying and didn’t want to get stopped by the pigs. Who the hell are you?” Toxic demanded.

“I don’t know you, man. Take the help and keepyour mouth shut,” Sharp retorted.

“You any idea who I am?” Toxic hissed.

Sharp barely refrained from rolling his eyes. “No, and I don’t care. This is the shit I get for being a good Samaritan. Fuck me, next time I’ll carry on walking.”

Toxic growled low under his breath in pain. Sharp hoped the arrogant bastard was in a world of pain. The bodyguard was still out.

“You looking for work?” Toxic asked.

“Dude, shut up. We ain’t buds, I don’t know you. For all I know, you’re a fuckin’ cop, and this is a set-up. Fuck, I should have kept going.”

Sharp saw Toxic send him a considering glance before he winced in pain. Sharp’s reluctance was doing exactly what he wanted. Toxic was interested. As they pulled up outside the building Toxic had directed him to, Sharp parked and looked over his shoulder.

“We’re here, dude,” Sharp said.

“Can you help me in?” Toxic gasped.

“Sure.” Sharp helped him out of the car and knocked.

A man instantly opened it, and Sharp handed Toxic over.

“Here, your money,” Toxic slurred.

“Keep it,” Sharp replied and began walking off into the night.

“What’s your name?” Toxic yelled.

“What do you think this was? A fuckin’ date?” Sharp snapped and disappeared around the corner.

He walked for a while, checking he wasn’t being followed, before texting Anderson to pick him up.

“How did it go?” Anderson asked.

“The bodyguard is still out of it. Your guys got a bit too enthusiastic. Toxic doesn’t seem bothered about losing the money, which rings bells. Why ain’t he?”

“Fucker should be, we took fifty k off him. Romeo won’t be too happy about losing that, and neither will his father. Miguel will filter punishment through to his son, who’ll pass it down. Toxic should be shitting himself,” Anderson mused.

“Either Romeo isn’t the threat we assumed, or Toxic has a good reason to be safe,” Sharp said.

“We’ll find out in a couple of days,” Anderson replied.

???

They certainly did.

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