Page 11 of The Ghost of Rage's War

“As you said, he wasn’t my friend. He is someone I worked for. While Toxic was alive, I was loyal. He’s now dead. I’m looking for a new boss,” Sharp answered.

“Come, Mr Sharp. We’ve business to discuss,” Romeo replied and began walking out.

Sharp watched the bodyguard let go of his weapon, and then Sharp followed them out.

Looked like he finally had his in.

Chapter Three.

Sharp - 2009

Fuck this. It’d been another damn year, and while he was actually in Romeo’s camp, Sharp wasn’t one of his men yet. This was taking longer than he thought. But Sharp had caught slivers of information. Manticore had fled Rapid City when Rage and Hellfire’s rightful presidents claimed their clubs back. Chance and Drake had allowed no fucker to escape in making sure their MCs were safe.

It had been two years. Sharp wanted to go home. But because he was undercover, they’d learned that Manticore had gone to Florida and had taken over an MC named Venomous Fangs. Anderson had discovered the president was now someone called Wrath, but nobody knew what he looked like. The asshole wore a mask, as did the six others with him.But there hadn’t been a biker named Wrath in Rage or Rapid City. Which meant this was a new alias.

The other MCs were now beginning to clean up their clubs and their little corner of South Dakota was starting to get clean. But bodies were dropping, so Wrath could be anyone.

Anderson was keeping a sharp eye on Florida and had learned the Fangs were spreading out. They’d assimilated four clubs, and Wrath was putting the fear of God into them. Whoever he was, he was a sadistic killer.

Since joining Romeo, Sharp had been on house guard duty. He’d not got close to him. Something had to give, or he was quitting and heading home. Romeo had offered Sharp a job, matched what Toxic was paying, and left him swinging in the wind. That asshole Jackson and the other guy, Brown, seemed to be Romeo’s actual personal bodyguards. Those two were Romeo’s constant companions, although others were present.

Sharp sighed, bored, as he once again checked his area of the estate. Something had better happen soon, or he’d cause chaos himself.

An hour later, it seemed as if his wish was coming true as four guys scaled the perimeter wall. The camera room must have been asleep because nobody called an alert.

Sharp stared as they ducked behind greenery, and he noted their clothes. “We have a breech, four men on the east side,” Sharp radioed in.

Static was his reply. Someone had utilised ajammer.

Shit, this was an attack!

Sharp crouched low; he’d not been seen, so he had the advantage. He waited until two came close and popped the first in the head. People thought using silencers meant guns didn’t make a noise. They were wrong. A silencer made a soft whuff sound as the bullet left the chamber. But with the birdsong and other noises, it would be easily missed.

Sharp hit the second man with another headshot.

His adrenaline pumping, he headed for the remaining two. Suddenly, the sound of rapid-fire broke the air, and Sharp guessed someone had been spotted. His third target came out from behind a bush, and Sharp shot him twice in the chest.

Sharp needed to get to Romeo or he’d have wasted two years of his life.

The fourth man saw his colleague go down and started firing in Sharp’s direction. But he’d already moved. Sharp let out a pained yell, and the idiotic fool stepped out from cover, thinking Sharp was down.

Sharp shot him directly in the throat and shrugged off his suit jacket and tie. Fuck looking smart, he needed to be able to move freely.

Sharp began heading for the side door, keeping an eye out for other invaders. Gunshots were sporadically puncturing the air, but there was still radio silence. Sharp slipped into the mansion that Romeo owned and looked around. Footsteps thudded close by, and he saw two of Romeo’s guards appearin the open.

Before Sharp could warn them to take cover, somebody opened fire, and they both went down. Sharp shook his head at the sheer idiocy. He waited until the intruder turned the corner, and Sharp shot him straight in the face. Ducking low in case the guy wasn’t alone, Sharp waited a few seconds before moving out, hugging the wall. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a camera turn his way, and he guessed someone was watching him.

Was it friend or foe?

Sharp crossed the expansive hallway and headed for the stairs. Just as he got halfway up, three men appeared in combats, tees, bullet-proof vests and balaclavas. Sharp hit the floor hard and began shooting, aiming for head shots. Two fell, but the third reached cover while Sharp remained exposed. He rolled down a couple while firing constantly.

The guy shot back, and Sharp hissed as something pierced his arm.

Sharp released a groan again and hoped this man would also fall for the trick. He let his arm hang loose, and the attacker stepped out. Sharp leapt into action, and the intruder went down with two bullets in his brain.

He saw a familiar guard enter.

“It’s Sharp!” he yelled as a gun was raised in his direction.

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