Page 98 of The Ghost of Rage's War

“On our way,” Scythe answered over the radio. “The Devil’s Scythes are riding, brother.”

“There’re bodies everywhere, it’s just…” Ben trailed off.

“Hang in, Ben. Bear and Levi are coming, man,” Chance called in.

“Jason’s coming,” James Washington replied.

“Thank you,” Ben whispered as offers poured in.

Drake puffed out his cheeks to control his emotions.

“Wild, Cowboy, and Lowrider, on our way,” Wild said, snatching his radio.

Drake couldn’t reply; he was watching them load up two brothers. Both meant the fuckin’ world to Rage, and both were critical.

He watched as the helicopters flew out with his brothers on, fighting for their lives, and sighed. How the hell had it gone so wrong? He began to follow, and then the call arrived he’d been waiting for.

“We’ve got Fury.”

An hour and half ago.

Drake glanced up as a body fell in front of him. “What the fuck?” he exclaimed. A van had parked, and bodies were being thrown out of it.

Ace looked puzzled as a second and third were dumped. “Found them wandering the city. They’re Fangs,” Serenity explained, appearing from the back, dragging another.

“Shit!” Ace hissed as Drake’s stare landed on his daughter. Ace backed away as quick as he could as Drake tried not to go nuclear. It was bad enough Artemis and Irish were running around somewhere, but his baby girl was here?

His eyes narrowed as Serenity calmly held his gaze.

“I put you on a plane,” he said, the anger nearly choking him. “With your mother and brothers.”

“I got off,” Serenity replied, flicking a knife back and forth.

“You were supposed to be safe!” Drake roared.

“Fuck that. I can kill just as well as anyone, and this is my home, too!” Serenity retorted.

Drake stepped towards her, and the blade came up. He stared into her eyes and noted she was in her Street Serenity mode.

Shit! He screamed silently. Tye, Carmine, and Harley weren’t here to bring her out. And Serenity was liable to stab everyone else.

“Sweet girl, I need you to be safe,” Drake tried reasoning with her and swallowed his anger.

“I will be safer than you, Dad. You think they are not after your head? Fangs are coming for you, and they’re going to have to go through me to reach you.” Serenity grinned. “I’ve sharpened my knives.”

“Drake… why is there something shoved in his mouth?” Grunt asked, leaning closer to one of the bodies. “Is that a…? Fuck me!” Grunt yelled.

“Serenity’s party trick after she’s sliced and diced them is to cut their cocks off and shove them places,” Irish said with approval.

Drake’s eyes narrowed on Serenity. “Did you play?”

“Not as long as I would’ve liked. But I’m wondering if there’re other fuckers out there. I was gonna see if Irish wanted to come hunting,” Serenity asked.

Drake stared at his daughter and shook his head. She looked so damn sweet and innocent. Spike and Volcano’s eyes were huge as they kept looking at the blood soaking the groin areas of the Fang’s jeans.

“Your daughter did that?” Spike muttered.

“Yeah. It’s her thing,” Drake replied as he tried to figure a way of getting Serenity somewhere safe.

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