Page 103 of The Ghost of Rage's War

Axel walked away, and, moments later, his trike roared out. Drake nodded towards the street.

The warehouse was a block over. Quietly and with weapons drawn, they made their way over.

When Drake arrived, he was surprised to see Washington waiting. He was crouched by a corner, and they headed for him.

“Fury is inside with five guys. They’re arguing, and Fury’s in a snit. He has lost and knows it, and he is fuckin’ rabid. He’s shot two dead already in there. The others are trying to get him to leave, but hethinks he can pull a rabbit out of his hat,” Washington reported.

“We’ll take out the men he’s with and then him,” Drake said.

Washington glanced at him and looked slightly alarmed. “You wounded, bro?”

“No. This belongs to Calamity and Grey. They are critical. Let’s do this,” he responded, seeing everyone who wanted Fury dead present.

Ramirez, Ben, Nando, and Lucas had just rounded the corner.

“Scythe is in charge of my area. Those fuckers are finally dead. They’re organising transport for the…” Ramirez drew in a deep breath, and Drake sympathised with him. “Unwanted Bastards.”

“Inglorious?” Drake asked.

“He, Razor, and Chill were all badly injured. They’re on their way to hospital. I didn’t see it coming. I fucking should have,” Ramirez said, blaming himself.

“Impossible. We didn’t anticipate this shit. We’re all going to feel some guilt, brother, but this ain’t on us. It’s on that bastard in there,” Drake replied. He held Nando, Ben, and Bobby Lucas’s gaze. “This is gonna get dirty, Fury’s going to pay. Walk away if you can’t handle this.”

Drake held Ben’s stare the longest.

“That asshole is responsible for hundreds killed today. Fury dies, and he suffers,” Ben replied. There was a look in Ben’s eye that worried Drake, but it would wait another day.

They kicked the door in and walked in, firing. Fury didn’t even get to shout before his men were dead.

“Fuckers!” he ranted, drawing his own weapon.

“Nah, not happening,” Washington spat and shot the gun from Fury’s hand.

Fury looked at him in total disbelief.

“You don’t get the easy way out,” Drake hissed.

Fury turned to run and faced Volcano and Carter.

“Hey, Daddy dearest,” Carter snapped and punched him in the mouth.

“You little fucks, you’re my sons!” Fury bellowed. “Traitors, all of you!”

Spike hit him next and then several times more. Each punch that landed, Spike yelled Evie’s and then his grandchildren’s name, ending with Demi.

Fury stumbled backwards as he was circled.

“Remember me? Yeah, you do. Wanna know why I was undercover in your shitty gang? Twenty-four of your men pulled a train on my twelve-year-old sister and mother. We were a normal family until then. Fuck, I was a college kid and didn’t know such evil existed,” Grunt spat.

Fury smirked. “Bet they enjoyed taking it up the ass. Died knowing what a real man was, didn’t they?”

Grunt hit Fury with a hammer blow that lifted him off his feet. He then grabbed Fury, who was groaning, and dragged him close. “You wanna push my buttons so I lose it and you get a quick death. Ain’t gonna be no such thing for you, asshole.”

Irish stepped up, and Drake watched as she smiled sweetly. “I’m the one you missed.”

“What?” Fury hissed, watching as Irish circled him.

“Yeah. See, you took Grandad out, I’d just turned twenty-two and came home for a visit. There, facing each other, were my mom and Grandad. You’d raped and sodomised my mother. She was a sweet, gentle person, and you and your fuckin’ assholes had done that to her.”

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