Page 22 of The Ghost of Rage's War

Sharp - January 2016

He entered the clubhouse and did his best not to wrinkle his nose. When was the last time the room had been cleaned, he wondered, looking at trash and shit spread everywhere? Used condoms were dropped on the floor, beer bottles and takeout containers were left, and the clubhouse just looked a total shithole.

“Someone needs to tidy this up,” Sharp said without thinking.

“Don’t disagree,” Volcano replied, swivelling his head. “I was gone a few weeks. Gut Rot!” Volcano bellowed.

“What?”

“Get everyone up and clean this joint,” Volcano ordered.

Gut Rot glanced up from where he lay sprawled with a whore’s head in his lap. The fuckwit opened one eye and sneered.

“Ain’t got no fuckin’ pussy. Tidy up yourself,” he retorted.

Volcano went stiff. Dangerous vibes rolled off him. “Said clean this place up.”

Sharp noticed several other club members payingattention.

“And, brother, I repeat, I don’t have a pussy. In fact, I’m getting my big, fat cock sucked right now,” Gut Rot replied, thrusting hard into the woman’s mouth. Choking noises came from her, and I ground my teeth as Gut Rot held her head in place.

Volcano pulled a gun, and the room went wired.

Gut Rot yelped, but Volcano aimed and fired. Blood and brain matter exploded everywhere, and Sharp blinked. The woman who’d been blowing Gut Rot popped his cock with a high-pitched scream, and Volcano calmly shot her too.

Silence fell.

“Get off your lazy fuckin’ asses and clean this pigsty up now!” Volcano roared.

Sharp watched, amused, as men and women scrambled to obey.

“Dragon, feed their bodies to the pigs,” Volcano ordered.

Dragon hurried across and grabbed the woman. “Bit harsh killing Tits.”

Volcano’s lip curled. “Tits beat the fuck out of her kids six weeks ago. Put em in hospital. She was as big a piece of shit as Gut Rot. Take the trash out. This room better be spotless in an hour, or I’ll start popping brothers.”

Sharp glanced at Volcano, noting how serious he was.

“You’re with me,” Volcano said and headed towards a door. Volcano opened it and entered, and Sharp followed him into an office.

“Something to say?” Volcano demanded.

“Me? Nah. Just want what I’m here for,” Sharp replied.

“Which is a twenty-five per cent increase on drugs even though Santos is in Mexico hiding like a bitch,” Volcano said.

“Not denying that shit, but he has still got a grip on that area of South Dakota, and he’s making bank. So it’s up to you if you wanna accommodate the boss, but if he’s making you money… only a fool refuses cold hard cash,” Sharp replied.

“Ain’t no fool like an old fool,” Volcano stated, and Sharp wondered what that meant. “Wrath will need to approve this.”

“So, grab him. No offence, but the longer I’m here, the more I’m going to have to delouse,” Sharp complained.

Volcano snorted and studied him carefully. “Your roots are showing, asshole. They need doing.”

Sharp reared back, his hand heading for his waist as Volcano stood up. He left the room, and Sharp wondered what the fuck was happening. Remaining alert, Sharp waited, and Volcano returned.

“Follow me and stand down. Wrath will blow you away before you can draw,” Volcano said.

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