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“Stay fuckin’ still, woman,” Sharp hissed. He knew his identity was out now. His sole aim was to ensure Silvie survived this.

“Traitor,” Silvie spat.

Sharp rolled his eyes. It seemed she’d grown claws in the years he’d been gone.

“Shut the hell up, Silvie, if you don’t want them to find you,” Sharp muttered.

“What the fuck are you doing, Ghost?” Silvie whispered.

Sharp jolted as Silvie mentioned his name and rolled them into the thicket.

“Close it, woman,” Sharp said as a guy appeared.

Sharp pulled a gun from his waist and shot the man straight between the eyes. He fell, and Sharp yanked Silvie to her feet and began moving. His head was on a swivel as he checked for attackers.

“Freeze, asshole!” Ramirez roared and fired a warning shot.

Sharp paused and spun, keeping Silvie in front of him. Ramirez would never shoot her, and Sharp had no intention of being shot himself. Plus, Ramirez was unsteady as he weaved on his feet. Sharp saw someone approaching Ramirez with a weapon aimed at him and, raised Silvie’s arm, still holding a gun, and fired.

“Behind you!” Silvie screamed as Ramirez lined up to take a shot.

Ramirez glanced at the asshole that had beencreeping up behind him as he hit the ground. His surprised gaze flew back to Sharp.

“What the fuck?” Ramirez demanded, confused.

Sharp bent his head. He needed Silvie to understand.

“I didn’t know they were after you. I’d never have let it happen. Shit ain’t what you think, Silvie, tell Drake,” Sharp muttered. Without another word, Sharp shoved Silvie at Ramirez and disappeared into the night shadows.

Minutes later, he hit his bike and roared off. With all the activity at Apache’s house, nobody thought anything of a bike’s pipes.

Sharp smirked as he rode away. He promised to kill Pinhead and had. The fucker could rot in hell.

Chapter Five.

Sharp - September 2015

Sharp watched as Romeo pulled the trigger and took out a former bodyguard.

Romeo pursed his lips as the man hit the plastic he’d laid down on his floor and motioned to Dickens. “Get rid of him. And let the guys know that’s how we handle traitors,” Romeo said calmly.

Dickens and Seabrooke wrapped the body up and carried it out. Romeo sat behind his desk and looked at Sharp.

“You’ve been with me a long time,” Romeo stated.

“Yes. Since two thousand and eight. What’s up, boss?”

“Seven years. And a year with Toxic before that,” Romeo replied.

“Yeah.”

“Trusted you with a lot of shit, Mr Sharp.”

“Yup. Is there a point to this?”

“Not yet, Mr Sharp. I have a job for you. You’re aware of James Washington?”

“Yes,” Sharp answered. James was the main rival of Romeo, although Washington didn’t seem much bothered by him.

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