Page 5 of The Ghost of Rage's War

“That’s why you hug a pillow, asshole. But I got something better,” Anderson reached behind the sofa and dragged out a bag.

Ghost stared at what Anderson yanked from it before laughing and croaking in pain as he hugged his pillow. Anderson had bought him a huge, cuddly, blue teddy bear.

“Hug that fucker,” Anderson teased.

He saw surprise cross Ghost’s face as the bear helped more than the pillow. “Well shit,” Ghost said, surprised.

“It’s because a pillow can be squished and flattens out. The bear will hold its shape, helping ease the pressure on your chest,” Anderson explained. “A nurse told me.”

“Good to know.”

“Ghost—”

“Ain’t Ghost no more, bro. I won’t use that name until I return to my club. Call me Sharp,” Ghost said.

“What you gonna do about your Rage tattoo?” Anderson asked.

“Theres a guy that does fake tattoos. He keeps his mouth shut, too. I’ll have to have it touched up every six months, but he can cover it,” Ghost—no, Sharp replied.

“Your life will depend on him not talking,” Anderson stated.

Sharp smirked. “His life depends on me keeping his whereabouts secret. He’s pissed off some powerful people.”

“You’ve got the start of a beard,” Anderson stated.

“Bro. I gotta look different. So different that not even you’d recognise me.”

“We need to learn your new identity, good job I didn’t pick a road name for you. But first, let’s get food. I’ll run and fetch Chinese; you still eat the same shit?”

“Yeah. Anderson, I ain’t said this, but thanks. Yousaved my life. Twice. First from the shooting and then in hospital. If Bulldog had realised I was alive, he’d have sent them after me again. Probably saved quite a few lives, to be honest,” Sharp admitted.

“I may be an asshole, but I’ll always be your brother,” Anderson replied and left.

Apparently, they didn’t do mushy shit.

Sharp

Fuck Anderson, the bastard, Sharp thought, amused. Anderson had never been able to take a show of emotion, and Sharp knew it would make his brother flee. Sharp was starving and wanted proper food. The hospital fed patients swill.

He tilted his head back, ignoring the twinge of pain in his chest. He’d expected Anderson to push on getting his Rage MC tattoo blacked out, but Anderson hadn’t. That was a sticking point for Sharp.

Sharp was going under cover, and he needed something to hold on to. Something of his former identity had to survive. Sharp knew he was about to wade in shit so deep it would come up to his waist. That tattoo would remind him why he was doing it and give him hope to return to Rage. A year or two and he’d be able to claim his place back in the club.

Drake and his brothers would forgive his deception when they heard the reason. For now, Drake needed to rid the world of Bulldog, including those whosided with him and clean Rage up. It wouldn’t be as easy as a president swap. Bulldog had buried the MC into some dark shit. Drake would need a couple of years to extract Rage properly from the darkness they lived in.

Sharp knew Drake would do it. He saw Arrow in Drake and also a lot of Axel. Drake Michaelson was one lucky fucker. He’d had good role models, and Rage would flourish under him.

And when Sharp returned, he’d walk into a clean, free club. That would be a thing of beauty.

Chapter Two.

Sharp – Four weeks later

It took a month before he felt back to his normal strength. Sharp still got twinges of pain, but he didn’t need to hug the teddy bear when he coughed. His hair was growing, and his beard was formed but short. Sharp wanted it to grow longer. It amused him that while the hair on his head was white, his beard was dark brown; that was why Sharp been clean-shaven before, because he looked odd.

Sharp and Anderson had been living in Hot Springs. They’d been able to blend in with the residents without much notice. Anderson had been taking a long daily journey to work until Sharp told him to return home. He was fit enough to care for himself now. Anderson had hesitated, but Sharppointed out that Anderson’s actions were going to raise questions.

Three weeks after he had been shot, Sharp finally got his brother to leave him.

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