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Wrath had screamed out a name, Drake Michaelson. I didn’t know anyone called that. But even if it was a case of mistaken identification, something told me Wrath wouldn’t release me. Hestruck me as a nasty, dangerous man. He exuded so much hatred. I’d never encountered such a level of maliciousness before.

I kept praying that Beau had survived and was making the police look for us. Our story couldn’t be over yet. We were both only twenty-nine years old, Beau a couple of months older than me. Beau would find us, and we’d go home. This was just a nightmare I was having. I’d wake up soon.

Chapter Seven.

Sharp - November 2018

Romeo was losing the plot. He had been back in South Dakota six weeks and was about to push Drake and Washington over the edge. He’d been keeping a low profile, but today Romeo had decided to test boundaries and go for a meal in Bernard’s. Sharp was driving, but he’d ensured that Romeo had Seabrooke with him. Three other followed in an SUV behind.

Sharp planned to keep the engine running and stay outside just in case a quick getaway was needed. Plus, it kept him out of the eyes of Rage—and anyone else who might recognise him.

“Boss, ain’t sure this is a great idea,” Sharp warned over his shoulder. Did they plan to kill him? WasRomeo organising a face-to-face with Rage with Sharp as the main course?

Ever since Volcano had murmured his identity and then disappeared, Sharp had been on edge. A sick feeling had lodged in his belly and wouldn’t move.

“It’s a great idea. I’m gonna fuck with both of them and walk away. Problems Solved is about to cause mayhem for Rage. This is just a teaser. Rage’s holier-than-thou reputation is about to take a dive,” Romeo gloated.

“Who the fuck is Problems Solved?” Sharp answered. What was Romeo’s latest scheme?

“Someone that’s going to solve my issues,” Romeo declared, and a smirk crossed his face.

Seabrooke and Sharp shared a concerned glance, which Romeo didn’t catch. As Sharp parked, he grabbed Seabrooke before he exited.

“Watch his back,” Sharp murmured, and Seabrooke nodded.

Romeo strolled into Bernards like he owned the place. The three guards followed him. Twenty-five minutes later, bike pipes roared, and Rage disappeared down the alley to the parking lot. Sharp guessed they’d used the rear entrance, as they didn’t appear again.

Sharp was antsy as he waited with the engine running.

“What happened?” Sharp asked when they were safely away and he was sure they weren’t being followed.

“Bernard is a snitch, as I thought, and called Rageand Washington,” Romeo replied.

“That’s obvious, his husband works for Phoenix Michaelson,” Sharp replied.

“Indeed. Drake was a little antsy when he arrived. Looked a bit peaky. Seemed a shame to mess with him,” Romeo commented.

“But you did,” Sharp said, and Romeo chuckled.

“Naturally. But Drake returned the favour. He insinuated that Bernard may have poisoned my fish.”

Sharp sent him a concerned glare. “Tell me you didn’t eat it.”

“Of course I did, I wasn’t going to let them frighten me.”

Sharp silently prayed that Bernard had poisoned the fish. The owner of the restaurant was known to have a spiteful streak.

“Then Drake commented on the size of my cock. Rather an interesting comment, really. Why would he be worried about that? Perhaps the happy home life is a front,” Romeo mused, and Sharp exchanged a confused look with Seabrooke, who was frowning.

“The rumours proved accurate. Washington got clean.”

“Don’t mess with me, boss. I’m not an idiot. What did you do?” Sharp demanded, losing patience.

“Don’t overstep!” Romeo shot back.

“Don’t play me for a fool!” Sharp retorted, and Romeo laughed.

“Never afraid, Mr Sharp, are you? I offered Drake a bullshit truce. Said I’d stay away from Rage, Hawthorne, and Washington if they let me have therest of the city. Naturally, Drake refused. Strangely, though, he called Washington family. Isn’t that unusual in an MC?”

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