Page 79 of The Ghost of Rage's War

“Dude, if he gets shot, it’s his own fault,” Jaime replied.

Onyx snorted and nodded.

“’Bout time we voted him out,” Venom muttered with a glare.

“Club business,” Onyx warned.

James was amused. He knew Riders least among his allies. He remembered Onyx had been ousted and thought killed and then returned and reclaimed his MC. From what James heard, Riders still had a little dark in them. That was fine as long as it stayed away from James and his business.

“Can see a dust cloud coming,” Madcap called, and Onyx nodded.

“I’ll call in,” James replied.

“Can’t believe you’re fighting in fuckin’ designer suits,” Onyx stated.

James smirked. “Did you want me to go home and change, princess? Are you feeling threatened?”

“Fuck you, Washington, don’t get dirty,” Onyx retorted, and James grinned.

They were elsewhere conducting business when the call arrived. James had called for his security team, who somehow had arrived before him and taken their places.

“Someone has to bring some class to the event,” Adam interjected, and Onyx looked at him.

“Even your fuckin’ men are in suits,” Onyx snapped back.

“Can’t all be long-haired scruffy bikers,” Adam replied.

Onyx snorted before laughing. “Ya jealous man, totally green. It’s a look you can’t pull off!”

James shook his head and picked up the radio. Onyx didn’t want it, so James had ended up with it.

“Nigel, Washington’s, and Riders of Vengeance in place. We’ve got a dust cloud heading our way,” James reported.

“Confirm names, please.”

James ran through everyone’s name on his team before handing over to Onyx, who verified his members.

“Confirmed,” Nigel said. “Intel from those already engaged, Fangs are heavily armed. Rocket launchers, flash bangs, grenades, machine guns.”

“Understood. Stand by, Nigel,” James replied andpocketed the radio.

“Ready?” Onyx asked.

James sucked in a breath and blew it out. “Is anyone ready for this shit? A fuckin’ war? Here in the States? We’re going to lose people, my friend, but together we’ll succeed.”

“Here’s to hoping,” Onyx said, pulling a whiskey flask out. He took a swallow and handed it to James.

“We got right and might,” James replied.

“Fuck the lot of them,” Onyx grumbled and grabbed a microphone. “To the approaching bikers. This is Onyx, President of the Riders of Vengeance. We are prepared to defend our city. Turn around and leave. Keep coming, and we won’t give a second warning. We’ll just fire on you while you are on open road,” Onyx bellowed.

They were laid down on container boxes with sandbags providing cover. The road was open to be ridden down, but any attacker would come through a pincer movement. There were about twenty freight container boxes placed adjacent to the raid but angled, and as you got further in, the street narrowed.

Onyx snorted as the bikers kept coming. Did Venomous Fangs think Onyx was talking shit?

James didn’t give a fuck. He lined up his Sig Sauer MC 388 machine gun and opened fire. Within seconds, the team were shooting alongside him; well, those at the front were. Those behind couldn’t, otherwise, they’d shoot their own side. Men fell from bikes, and motorbikes headed off before falling over, causing a pileup.

James watched as those with enough warning rode around the mess in the road but fell victim to the defender’s attack.

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