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Pipes opened up, and Rage moved on.
I took a deep breath and looked skyward.
Two days later.
Drake
“You want to tell me what is happening on my streets?” Ramirez let rip at Drake and the MC.
“I’d like to know,” Drake muttered. They had been so close.
Slick had seen the parked bike when he came to the bar and had clocked it. They had kept an eye out, but all Slick had noticed was a woman who left pretty quick after saying goodbye to friends. A few questions and Slick had sussed out she wasn’t their friend, so he’d left to guard the motorbike.
“This is war. I have bodies and injuries piling up, Drake,” Ramirez snapped. He dragged his hand through his hair.
“Not by Rage,” Drake shoved up from the bar and faced Ramirez.
“Only reason it ain’t Rage is because of this vigilante we got. I’ve six Kings behind bars so far. Three have made bail. We have a hitman with his brains blown out on a roof and a vigilante on the streets with shotguns. Chief is unhappy, but not because of the bodies dropping, Drake. Fury is stepping up and sending fodder at us. We are in the middle of something we didn’t start, but RCPD will fuckin’ end it. Don’t tell me that if Shotgun Biker wasn’t getting there first, Rage would not be putting bodies in the ground.”
“Ramirez, you wouldn’t find them. I thought we were allies. You telling me Chief changed his mind? Remember who we buried not so long ago?” Drake shot back.
“I know. A good man and father. I think about him every day and miss his ass. Chief hasn’t altered his perspective, but reality is setting in,” Ramirez growled out.
Drake put his hands on his hips.
“We’ve got no idea except this person is determined to protect Rage,” Texas interrupted.
“Remind you of anyone?” Ramirez snapped and pointed at Artemis.
She grinned and waved, and he narrowed his eyes and stared back at Drake.
“You hear anything, you let me know, even if they need protection.”
Ramirez looked up as Dylan Hawthorne walked into the compound with Davies on his heels.
“Yeah, we’ll let you know,” Drake agreed.
Ramirez was still whiter than grey. Despite the fact he’d watched Bobby Lucas put a bullet in the brain of the manwho had killed Justin Goldberg, Ramirez remained a good cop. Bobby Lucas, on the other hand, was fully prepared for war and quite happy to take out any asshole bringing trouble. Nando Hawthorne, who had been in a coma, had also been present. The loss of his partner had been hard for Nando, and Drake understood Nando still grieved.
It had come to Drake’s attention that Lucas and Hawthorne were now partnered and often hunted together. And they weren’t hunting for fun. Venomous Fangs were well within their parameter for viable game.
Ramirez growled and stamped out.
Chapter Three
April 2022
Drake
“Problems in paradise?” Hawthorne smiled grimly once Ramirez had left.
“He is a brother, but he’s got a job to do,” Drake answered shortly.
“Siobhan O’Riley. That name mean anything to you?”
“Not a thing.”
“Sure?”
