Page 102 of The Ghost of Rage's War

“Go get a second, they gotta take them both or one will die,” Klutz ordered.

Drake nodded and approached the medics. They looked concerned but shook their heads.

“Can only take one. They need to know who has the highest chance of survival,” Drake yelled, devastated. One of his brothers would die if they didn’t get help.

“You, news helicopter, we need support, land immediately,” Spike bellowed through the megaphone. The chopper flew closer, and Drake sawthe camera man pointing. Spike kept yelling orders as the paramedics secured Calamity and raced towards their transport. As the news helicopter landed, Klutz and Drake rolled Grey on to a body board and, with Serenity still massaging his heart, carried him over.

“Dude, we can’t take him!” the cameraman yelled.

“If you don’t, you can explain why a former FBI agent and a fuckin’ hero died!” Drake snarled.

Mac and Lex moved the guy out of the way even as he continued filming, and Slick lifted Serenity in as she kept massaging Grey’s heart. Klutz followed with Gunner and shouted for the pilot to take off. The cameraman attempted to jump back in, but the reporter hauled him away.

“No. There’s some stuff we don’t film,” he said. The reporter turned to those watching, and Drake held his gaze, covered in the blood of two brothers.

“We’re live on air,” the guy stated.

Drake nodded, understanding his warning.

“Is this a biker war, can you tell us why Rapid City is under attack? Why are gangs standing with the Rapid City police and other groups? What is going on here?”

“You wanna know?” Rock demanded, stepping up. “We got word that the Venomous Fangs from Florida decided they wanted our city. We warned the President of the United States, and the Feds, National Security, and everybody fuckin’ else we could think of. And they laughed at us. They said we overestimated an MC’s abilities. This is what the Venomous Fangs can do.

“The President left us here to rot. If it hadn’t been for the National Guard breaking orders and Ellsworth Air Force base, we’d be dead right now. And Rapid City would have fallen to home-grown terrorists.

“We ain’t a motorcycle gang, we’re Rage MC, a club, and we’ll defend our home against anyone who wants to attack,” Rock hissed.

Drake surveyed the remaining survivors and the destruction. RCPD was struggling, and Wild, Cowboy, and Lowrider had just gone to help. He looked at the radio as it crackled in his hand as the reporter kept on filming.

“We’ve got Fury,” a burst came over the radio.

Hell yeah.

Chapter Twenty-Five –

The Reckoning.

Drake

“Where is he? Send me the address,” Drake demanded as he raced for his bike.

Axel had radioed in. He had left the headquarters to join them, Slate, still injured, had taken over Axel’s position at the command centre. Axel had passed some bikers and noticed they wore Hellfire cuts, but they weren’t Hellfire.

He’d tracked Fury to a warehouse and was watching him. Volcano, Carter, Spike, Grunt, and Irish raced alongside him. Ramirez, Nando, and Bobby Lucas would also be moving. Fury had made alot of enemies.

Axel rattled off an address, and Drake started his bike and roared off. Behind him rode the others, Irish jumping on behind Grunt.

Drake weaved through the streets and parked up a slight distance away from the warehouse. They’d go on foot now. There’d be no alerting Fury and letting him escape. It was time to finish this. Axel’s eyes widened as he saw the blood covering Drake.

“You need to get to the hospital, Willow needs you. Grey is critical,” Drake said and watched as Axel crumbled. He loved Grey like a son.

“I gotta end this, see it through,” Axel responded.

Spike shook his head. “Grey comes before Fury. I’ll stand for the Founders, brother. Go to your daughter.”

Axel considered his options before nodding. “Make him suffer.”

“You have my word,” Spike promised and looked at Drake. “Let’s end this shit.”

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