Page 97 of The Ghost of Rage's War

“Unwanted Bastards came loaded with zip-ties,” Inglorious finally said. “I’ll call my brothers, and you cover our backs, okay?”

“Sure.”

Five minutes later, the Fangs were huddled together in a group. There were about forty of them left. The RCPD all trained on one Fang each as Inglorious led the Unwanted Bastards out. They held their own guns on the Fangs as they spread out in a circle.

Inglorious watched a man slightly ahead of the others.

“Hands up, asshole,” Inglorious ordered, keeping his gun focused on him.

“Yeah,” the guy replied with a grin.

“What ya smiling at?” Inglorious demanded with a sudden sinking feeling. “Move! Now!” he yelled.

Inglorious was retreating when a Fang appeared from the centre.

The fucker held Inglorious’s horrified gaze and grinned.

A bullet took him straight through the head, but it didn’t matter. His hand spasmed on the dead man’s switch he gripped, and the world lit up.

Inglorious was thrown backwards as he went momentarily blind. He landed heavily on something, and debris rained down on him.

Bomb. A fuckin’ bomb.

These Venomous Fangs had been so damn loyal to Fury they’d been willing to blow themselves up rather than be taken prisoner. An object struck Inglorious’s head hard, and he blinked before closing his eyes. There was a roar of flames, and heat washed over him, and Inglorious couldn’t find it in himself tocare.

He knew,fuckin’ knew, his brothers hadn’t made it clear. Inglorious had led his MC to their deaths. He lay there as someone slapped his face, and finally, he opened his eyes and stared at Bobby Lucas. Bobby’s mouth was moving, but Inglorious didn’t understand. A shadowy body landed on its knees next to him, and Inglorious stared up at Razor.

His brother was blackened from smoke, and blood welled in a million cuts, but Razor was breathing. Inglorious surged upwards, ignoring the pain in his body as he clasped Razor, dragged him in, and held him tight.

Razor lived! One was alive!

Hands grabbed him and turned him and Razor, and he saw another body being laid next to them. Chill. His brother wasn’t moving, but his eyes were open and there was a shocked look on his face. Like Razor, Chill was a mess, but just as Inglorious began to think he was dead, Chill blinked. He sat there, gripping Razor tight around the neck, keeping him close and holding Chill’s hand, which clenched his tightly.

Inglorious watched as RCPD shot any Fang still alive, while they checked his brothers for life. Inglorious clung to hope briefly. Then, like all things fleeting, it faded when, one after another, his brothers were declared dead. The RCPD covered their bodies with whatever they could find, not wanting the last three living Unwanted Bastards to see their brothers blown apart.

But Inglorious saw. Saw everything, and there’d beno scrubbing those images from his memory, ever.

His gaze landed on Psych. They’d grown up together. Psych stared at him, eyes dead, with an arm and leg missing. Ben covered him up and moved onto the next body. Seeing it was a Fang, Ben kicked it and shot it twice. But Inglorious kept staring at Psych.

Inglorious had lost all but two brothers. There was nothing left, nothing at all.

Chapter Twenty-four –

Rage MC.

Rage = Drake, Apache, Ace, Fish, Texas, Axel, Gunner, Rock, Manny, Slick,Lowrider, Ezra, Mac, Lex, Blaze, Slate, Hunter, Jett, Calamity, Savage, Gauntlet, Klutz, Wild, Cowboy, Grey, Spike Volcano, Carter, Gideon, Grunt, and Irish.

Drake

Drake looked at the radio in horror. Ramirez’s screams came through clearly. The detective had hit the all-channel button, and everyone carrying a radio knew what was happening.

“They blew themselves up! Those assholes blew the Unwanted Bastards up. The entire MC is gone, they’re dead!” Ramirez screeched. There was a tinge of hysteria in his voice.

“A Fang was wearing a bomb vest, you all gotta be warned, we just lost the whole of Unwanted Bastards!” Ramirez babbled. The radio squealed.

“This is Ben. Inglorious, Razor, and Chill are alive. The rest of the Unwanted Bastards are dead. We need support here. Please,” Ben said.

Drake swallowed a lump. Ben sounded devastated. Drake could hear the tears and horror in the cop’s voice and couldn’t help him. Rage was cleaning up their own mess.

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