Page 17 of The Ghost of Rage's War

Gut Rot had made it to the top of the Fangs hit list Sharp was keeping.

“Heard he was carted off in cuffs. That was a fantastic tip-off for the RCPD,” Pinch chortled.

“Motherfucker was released quickly, though. Too damn quick, he should have been held longer than he was,” Dragon interjected.

“Even so, precious Rage got a fuckin’ shock. Their Veep arrested for murder,” Gut Rot stated.

“Wrath’s tipoff was a good one. Strange how Wrath knew where the body was buried though,” Dragon commented as he gulped a mouthful of beer.

Sharp kept listening.

“Wrath really has it out for Rage MC. Claims Michaelson has no right to be president. Can’t wait till we take it back,” Gut Rot boomed.

“Shut up, mouth,” Dragon hissed, his eyes alighting on Sharp. Sharp continued sipping his beer, ignoring them.

With that little bit of information, Sharp waited an hour, headed out, and caught the first flight home.

A while ago, Romeo had hired a gang to cause trouble for Rage. The Dark Souls of Lucifer were adept at causing chaos and mayhem.

Sharp hated them. They rode bikes and thought they were like an MC. They were nothing but a pack of thugs, but again, Sharp was liaison for them. Dark Souls of Lucifer were run by a punk called Pinhead; the kid believed it made him tough. The truth was,Sharp could break him with one hand.

They were meeting in a club tonight, and Sharp was scheduled to meet them. It was the last thing he wanted to do, but he reluctantly complied.

When his flight landed, Sharp climbed on his bike and headed for his base at Romeo’s mansion. As one of his top lieutenants, Sharp had his own tiny apartment there. Sharp showered and changed and headed in to give Romeo an update. Romeo’s eyebrows rose when he took in how Sharp was dressed.

“Ain’t going to a club in my suit, boss, I’ll stand out, and people will see me talking to Pinhead and crew.” Sharp explained his jeans and tee.

“Makes sense. What was Wrath’s response to our request?” Romeo asked, sitting in his oversized chair.

“Volcano reported they can match the amount we’ve requested, but he wants more cash.”

Romeo raised an eyebrow, and Sharp chuckled.

“Volcano said his father wanted twenty-five per cent more. He’s taking twelve,” Sharp replied.

“And Wrath still won’t meet with you?” Romeo asked.

“Nope. Apparently, I’m beneath meeting, but fuck him. Because he wasn’t there, we’ve the better deal. Volcano settled, and I know he did. If Wrath had been present, they’d have got twenty out of me because that fucker is used to getting his own way.”

“He’s becoming a liability. We may need to look around for a new supplier,” Romeo mused.

“That’s a strong possibility. I heard Fangs haveassimilated another four clubs since I was last there,” Sharp said, and Romeo’s eyes narrowed.

“I feel Wrath is building an army. For what war, though?” Romeo stated.

“That, boss, is the million-dollar question,” Sharp agreed.

Romeo nodded and motioned for Sharp to leave. He did as ordered and headed for his bike.

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Sharp gritted his teeth as Pinhead struck some dumbass stance that he thought made him look hard. He’d love to rip this prick’s head off.

Pinhead was running his mouth, not caring who was listening, and Sharp was at the end of his tether. Just as he was about to shut the boastful motherfucker up, Pinhead said something that caught Sharp’s attention.

“Drake Michaelson will be crying soon,” Pinhead sneered. “He can’t operate without that bitch of his telling him what to do.”

“What you blabbing about now?” Sharp demanded.

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