Page 93 of The Ghost of Rage's War

“Fuckin’ big babies,” Tinker cursed as he threw Scythe a bottle of water. They were in a warehouse where the prisoners were being kept. The RCPD cells were already full, and they’d needed somewhere else. The Devil’s Scythes had purloined this because of the railing that ran all around the walls and ceiling. It made it easy to cuff someone there.

Scythe wasn’t too amused. Every other MC and ally were fighting, and he was here babysitting these fuckers. Somehow, they’d become prison guards. Of course, it wasn’t without difficulties, he noted as Bishop knocked a Fang out, who lunged for him. Scythe smirked as a truck of Fangs pulled up outside. He nodded to Narcissus and Nash to accompany him and went out to meet the two National Guard soldiers driving it.

“These fuckers have tried everything to escape,” the soldier called Ashbolt stated.

“Nearly had to shoot one, be careful with them,” the second said.

“Should have shot him, Peasegood,” Narcissus replied.

Peasegood snorted. “Might be an option yet. This is the first load. We’ve used handcuffs as well as zip ties, buddy. They’ve caused no end of problems.”

“That’s because they are the National Charter. These are the original motherfuckers who believed in Fury’s bullshit. The only reasonable thing for them is death,”Scythe said, seeing their cut and patches.

“They are all yours, Scythe. I’d suggest you keep them separate and away from everyone else,” Ashbolt replied as he and Peasegood lifted Fangs out of the truck. Scythe noted how they were trussed at the ankles, as well as their knees.

“You’re all gonna fuckin’ die,” one spat.

“Doubt it. You’ve lost hundreds of men, and we’ve got about three hundred in there, all crying for their mama’s,” Tink spat with a grin.

“Winslow is sending some more guys to help. Two troops, he says you’re in danger with so many here,” Ashbolt added.

“That would be helpful, especially as I have just sent four men out to collect more prisoners,” Scythe replied.

Ashbolt and Peasegood swapped glances. “We will wait until they get back. It doesn’t feel right leaving you with these, considering the fight they’ve put up. I know one of the troops is ten minutes out. We’ll stay until then.”

A Fang kicked Nash in the face and sent him flying. They spun to look at him as he grabbed Nash’s gun and aimed it. Scythe didn’t hesitate, and neither did anyone else. Before the Fang could fire, seven bullets entered him, and he fell backwards at full length.

“Take him to the shit pit,” Scythe said. The prisoners exchanged glances, and Scythe stepped up to the closest one. “Don’t fuckin’ push me. You come to our territory and start a war we didn’t ask for. I’mjust looking for a reason to blow brains out.”

“You’ll die begging, asshole,” a Fang spat.

“Not before you. That’s a damn promise. Unload the rest of these fuckers and tie them up real tight,” Scythe ordered.

“That prick was jonesing for a bullet. He hadn’t stopped running his mouth. The shit coming out of him was vile,” Peasegood said.

“Let me guess, gonna rape your mama, sisters, wife, daughters… blah blah. Same old intimidation bullshit. They’re the scum of the earth and will get everything they deserve. I wouldn’t bat an eyelid at putting them all up against a wall and shooting them dead,” Tinker added.

“Save us a shit ton in court costs,” Scythe agreed.

“True that, but I don’t think the powers that be would approve,” Ashbolt drawled.

A Fang lunged at him as Narcissus got him to his feet. Narcissus put him back on the floor with one punch and began dragging him in by his ankles.

“Fuck human rights,” Narcissus called over his shoulder.

“Damn, that would be ideal.” Peasegood laughed.

“Want a drink? We’re pretty stocked up here,” Scythe asked, nodding towards the door.

A commotion broke out inside, and they heard Narcissus yell Nash’s name. Scythe broke into a run and burst in and saw two Fangs fighting Narcissus while one held Nash in a choke hold.

Scythe didn’t hesitate and barrelled straight into the ones fighting Narcissus. He grabbed the first andsnapped his neck. The other Fang’s eyes widened as Scythe came for him, and he put his hands up.

“I surrender!” he yelled.

“Yeah, you fuckin’ do,” Scythe said and shot him in the head.

Nash broke free and jabbed an elbow to his attacker’s face before turning his gun on him and pumping him full of bullets.

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