Page 43 of The Ghost of Rage's War

“That’s it. Romeo’s dead,” Sharp said as the screenfroze on Artemis’s face.

“Fuck. I’m glad they didn’t slit all our throats. What we gonna do?” Seabrooke questioned.

“Me? I’m grabbing Carmelle and the kids and getting them safe. They were entrusted to me, and they’re now a priority. The boss gave me that as a last order. Romeo wanted me to keep them out of Wrath’s hands, and I’m honouring that,” Sharp said.

“You don’t want this?” Seabrooke asked.

Sharp looked at him. “Get your bodyguards in place before you announce you’re taking this shit over. Seabrooke, you’re aware of who’s loyal and who ain’t. You’ve trained them for this instance, I’m not going to challenge you.”

“Shit’s gonna hit the fan.”

“Yeah, secure your base.”

“You could stay Sharp, run this together,” Seabrooke suggested.

“Nah. I made a promise. But listen. Focus on immediate threats. Be strong and merciless. If you ain’t, you’ll be watching your back forever,” Sharp replied.

Sharp could see Seabrooke considering his options. Sharp guessed Seabrooke was contemplating Carmelle’s worth and what my actions would be.

“Take them and leave. No doubt you’ve got shit set up, go and take my wishes with you,” Seabrooke said.

Sharp nodded and raced through the mansion, bursting into Carmelle’s quarters. Carmelle was sitting reading as the girls played.

“Get those bags we prepared,” Sharp ordered.

Carmelle looked up wide-eyed and then moved. Moments later, she hauled out three suitcases, which had been packed with clothes for her and the kids.

“Stay here and don’t answer the door unless it’s me,” Sharp ordered.

“What’s happened?” Carmelle whispered.

“Tell you once we’re free, but do as you’re told,” Sharp said.

He jogged downstairs and carried the cases to his vehicle. Inside was his duffel. Sharp kept one permanently in his trunk. Sharp headed for his room, where he had a backpack full of cash—it had one hundred thousand in it. The car already contained a similar bag. And two more bags were hidden along his escape route.

The money would allow Sharp to set up somewhere and keep Carmelle safe. Things were coming to a head. After grabbing the bag, he left his apartment and headed to Carmelle.

Sharp knocked and announced himself.

Carmelle opened it, looking worried.

“Come on. We’re getting out of here,” Sharp said as Carmelle swooped and picked up both girls. “Stay close to my back.”

They reached the garage without any trouble, and once they were all strapped in safely, Sharp pulled out.

He grabbed a small black box out from his pocket and pressed the button. Any cameras or taps on his car would have just fried.

Carmelle’s eyes met his in the mirror.

“Hi. I’m Ghost and a member of Rage MC,” he said. “And I swear to everything in heaven, I’ll lay my life down to protect you and the girls.”

Carmelle

Who was Rage MC, and why would they need an informant? This made no sense. I stared at Sharp’s…or Ghost, as he now called himself, expression.

“Can you explain what’s happening? Why is a member of an MC undercover and, oh God… an MC,” I gasped as panic welled. Was he taking me to a place like the Venomous Fangs clubhouse?

“Take some deep breaths, Carmelle. Rage MC is a clean club; they work with the police and Feds. It’s a long story, but we’ve got a long drive. Settle in and listen up,” Ghost said.

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