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Prologue.
March 2022.
Klutz
Aurora Victoria shot up with a loud gasp and knocked Klutz straight out of bed.
Klutz sat up quickly as he noticed his wife’s eyes. They were wide open but unseeing, and although this didn’t happen much, it had happened often enough that he grabbed a pen and paper, which was always on their bedside table. Still half-asleep, Klutz hauled his ass back into bed and prepared to write down all of what Aurora said.
“Two shall fall at the same time. The streets will run red with lava… the decision made is the wrong one. Nobody listens to she who knows best… the president will decide on which one to save… a bond will be broken forever,” Aurora spat out.
“Anything else?” Klutz asked.
Her eyes moved rapidly, even while they remained unfocused. “War comes to Rapid City… an ally will stand and fall. Fought in the streets, the bodies litter the sidewalks… Death comes for us all.” Aurora gasped and froze as she tended to do.
Klutz shot his arm from under her as she drew in a deep lungful of air and fell backwards. Her visions always made her weak straight afterwards. Klutz still didn’t believe in woo-woo shit, but he did believe one hundred per cent in his wife, and she’d not been wrong yet.
Death comes for us all…
His frown deepened.
How the hell was she seeing lava run through Rapid City? There were no volcano’s here. The lava had to be a metaphor for something else. Maybe it meant fire or somehow represented Fury and the Venomous Fangs? Klutz rejected it. Aurora’s visions had always been straightforward, kinda.
What she saw wasn’t metaphorical. She literally had flashes of things, although they may not make sense at the time. Like when she had said, ‘cars fell from the sky’ and the bridge collapsed, making cars fall from the sky.
Somehow, RC was going to have lava running through it.
Klutz picked up his phone as he soothed Aurora with one hand. She often took a few minutes to come around, so he’d drop Drake a quick call, and then he’d be able to settle his beloved wife down when she woke. He just wished he could help her, as he hated to see her suffer.
Chapter One.
2007
Slick glanced at the man beside him while they received payment from a whore. Forty per cent of her takings for the week. It made Slick sick, so he reached out to Drake and gave the bitch her money back.
Drake nodded and turned to the woman.
“Jazzy, get off the streets around here. Warn your girls. War’s coming. I’m done taking cash you worked hard for. Get clear of Rage, hear me?” Drake warned.
The whore’s eyes widened. “What’s that mean?” she asked.
“It means tonight I take over Rage, and Rage gets free. The five miles surrounding Rage, no whores, nothing. We want our streets clean. We won’t be harming ya, but we will wreck your business. Find somewhere else, Jazzy,” Drake threatened.
“No more forty per cent?”
“Not working on Rage territory, so how can we charge you bitches?” Slick grunted.
He and Drake swapped a stare. Whores were whores. They may sell their bodies, but they were innocent of the bloodshed that was coming.
“You two always been decent to me and the girls.” She looked over her shoulder before continuing. “I heard something. There’s a target on one of your brothers’ backs. Your guys, Drake, be careful. Bulldog’s prepared for a takeover, that’s word on the roads,” Jazzy warned, snatching the money from Slick and vanishing into the dark night.
Slick sighed. Jazzy wasn’t ever going to get off the streets, but the forty per cent that Bulldog insisted on collecting may help her live a better life.
Drake watched Slick carefully as Slick rolled his shoulders and sent him a glare. They both understood what was gonna happen. Shit had been building since Kayleigh disappeared. Her running away had driven home to all the decent brothers that they’d never have clean and beautiful while dirty themselves.
“Tonight?” Slick asked.
“Yeah, we’re forcing it. Warn true Rage.”
