Page 82 of The Ghost of Rage's War

Venom nodded as he saw Wyvern and Baker move Sparky, Torch, and Tank’s bodies together. Next to them lay three of James’s security team. He gritted his teeth as he knew two of them had families.

James looked around, accessing the rest of their damage. Viking and Storm both had gunshot injuries, and Jason was bleeding from a head wound but was alert.

“Nigel. Sparky, Torch, Tank, Roy Denver, Mila Shiver, and Trace Vincent confirmed dead. Need ambos for wounded. Viking, Storm, and Jason injured.”

Nigel repeated his words, and James acknowledged them. He watched as his security team zip-tied the assholes who’s surrendered. There was approximately thirty still alive.

“We need somewhere to hold prisoners. Got at leastthirty of them,” James said.

“The Devil’s Scythes have something up and running. We’ll send transport for them,” Nigel responded.

“Nigel, any news on the others?” James asked as Venom came and sat with him.

“Adam is in surgery. Onyx is alive but waiting treatment, his isn’t life-threatening,” Nigel replied.

“The allies?”

“RCPD have lost over half their force, injured or dead and needs reinforcements. Unwanted Bastards are riding to them. Hawthorne lost men. The Juno Group have a twisted ankle as their worst injury,” Nigel announced.

James began laughing. “That’s about fuckin’ right for those cold-blooded assholes.”

“Orders from Howser are to hold your ground until the all clear is given,” Nigel said.

“Not an issue,” James mumbled, puffing his cheeks out. Fuck, he was tired. “You got this?” he asked Venom.

“Yeah?”

“Fury’s out there somewhere, I’m going hunting,” James replied.

“Not alone. Take Tiger with you,” Venom stated.

“You need him,” James argued.

“Yeah, and if shit happens to you, I’m not having Adam hunt me down. Take Tiger. He does personal security,” Venom retorted.

“Fine. Let’s get moving,” James demanded and got to his feet. As he and Tiger headed for James’s car, anambulance and army people’s transport raced by. James saluted them and kept going. He held his jacket over his wound in his side so Tiger couldn’t see.

James had beef with Fury and would be there to pull the trigger—or witness it. Nothing was going to steal his revenge from him. Frank deserved no less.

Chapter Twenty - Fallen Warriors MC

And Delta Force.

Fallen Warriors. Lance, Bat, Sniper, Raddock, Owl, Worm, Hercules, Equaliser, Rocket,

Blast, Firefly, Panther, Kiwi, Wildcat, Siren, Patriot, Phantom and Havoc.

Delta Force. Lieutenant-Colonel Jacob Reeves, Major Gilbert Cunningham, Master Sergeants Jonathon Kind, and Harris Botham. Corporals Dennis Morton, Al Guard, and Chris Lennon Privates Hank Denver, Tony Boden, Leo Tomlinson, and Hudson Smith.

Lance – a day before the attack.

“This is where we’re going to hold,” Lance stated, pointing at the map he was showing Jacob.

“Not a lot of cover there,” Jacob mused.

“Telling me retired Delta Force can’t make their own?” Lance prodded. He smirked as Jacob’s eyes narrowed.

“Listen here, you little whippersnapper, I was shooting men and leading raids while your ass was still being wiped,” Jacob retorted.

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