Page 42 of The Ghost of Rage's War

He sighed. Sharp couldn’t afford to waste time doing this shit, but he had to reach out to Drake. He paced as he waited for everyone to go to bed. Sharp had cased this place many times. He could see his target in the room’s low light, and he approached quietly and cautiously.

Sharp didn’t want to tip security off that he was here. Fuck, he was already disobeying Anderson’s orders; getting caught would blow everything, especially with Carmelle back in Mexico. He reached the window and tapped twice, and Drake’s head shot towards him. Sharp popped his head up and held a finger to his lips. Drake’s eyes narrowed in anger as he stormed across the room and opened the window.

“Wanna explain yourself?” Drake demanded.

“Keep your voice down. I can’t get caught,” Sharp retorted.

“Security clocked you ten minutes ago, asshole. I told them to let it play out,” Drake announced.

Sharp whistled softly. “Thought I got all the cameras.”

“What do you want, Ghost? You come to bare your soul to me? Give me the fuckin’ truth of what you’re up to?” Drake demanded.

Sharp sensed the anger in Drake, and his prez was making no bones about hiding it. Sharp couldn’t blame him. Rage had grieved for him, and then he’d returned from the dead. But Sharp couldn’t inform Drake of the truth.

He needed to warn Drake about certain things and then get his ass back to Mexico. Sharp had heard a rumour of a threat against Axel using his wife Ellen, and that was not acceptable.

“Too soon to blow my cover. I’m one step away from what I need. But I am giving you a warning. This extortion ring is a mask for something bigger. The men you caught are low on the ladder. Keep the next two and make them talk. And watch out for Ellen. She’s a target,” Sharp mentioned.

“What do you mean?” Drake spat.

“Ellen witnessed something, no idea what. I don’t think Ellen realises it herself. But they need her silenced, and this is the same fuckin’ mess,” Sharp informed Drake.

Drake’s pissed-off look didn’t faze Sharp anymore. He’d seen far worse and had even faced Volcano down. A noise made him crouch down and pull his weapon. Drake waved a hand, and the person moved away.

“How much danger is Ellen in?” Drake demanded.

“Drake, death ain’t good enough for them. They want her beheaded to make sure she is dead. Keep hertight and safe. She’s innocent, and I’m fuckin’ certain she is not aware of seeing something implicating someone. But somebody’s frightened, and they ordered Ellen’s death,” Sharp answered.

“They’ll get to Ellen over our dead bodies,” Drake promised.

Sharp nodded. As long as Axel stayed happy, Sharp didn’t care how it was achieved. He desperately wanted to tell Drake everything but couldn’t. He and Anderson were so close to discovering Fury’s real plan. To blow it now would waste all his sacrifices and years of swimming in shit. He just had to hold on a little bit longer. That’s all.

“Keep pushing on the extortion ring. It’s somehow linked to Ellen, but I don’t have the details. I gotta go. I’m breaking orders by being here,” Sharp stated, casting a wary look around.

Drake reached out and grabbed his arm.

Sharp glanced at Drake’s hand, then at his face. There was hope warring with worry in Drake’s expression.

“Come in. Let us protect you,” Drake begged.

“Not until Rage is finally free. And I’m close. Keep a bunk open,” Ghost responded, smiling bitterly.

“You’ve been gone fifteen years undercover,” Drake whispered.

Sharp smiled. Not quite fifteen, but he wouldn’t squabble over a few years.

“I’ve been swimming in shit, brother. It’s nearly over, just a while more,” Sharp said and, pulling his arm free, disappeared into the night.

Chapter Ten.

Sharp - July - 2020

Only he and Seabrooke were aware of Romeo’s capture. They’d kicked everyone out to patrol the grounds and checked CCTV when Romeo hadn’t shown his face all morning.

On discovering the study empty, both had exchanged knowing glances. The camera footage merely confirmed their fears.

To their shock, they watched as a team infiltrated the property early hours of the morning. and slipped past all guards. Sharp’s eyes narrowed as they observed Romeo’s bedroom breached and Romeo trussed up like a turkey. Two men carried Romeo out while a third picked up his laptop. A small figure waved at the camera and tore her balaclava off.

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