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“No,” Axel denied.
“Then we do what Rage does best: we fight, and we win. Because I’m fucked if Fury will take us down again.”
“Slick’s correct. And I think you need an appointment with Janet. Get those thoughts out of your head,” Drake said, and Slick jolted. He’d not heard anyone approaching; damn, he was getting old.
“I ain’t seeing no doctor,” Axel snarled.
“If our Chaplin hasn’t got his shit straight, then how can he help others?” Drake retorted.
Axel glowered as he struggled to find an answer.
Slick knew he wouldn’t either. Axel’s shoulders eventually slumped, but there was a light in his eyes that he wasn’t goingto just roll over. All that mattered was that the big man showed some fight.
“Any news on our Biker Bitch?” Slick asked, turning his attention to the pres.
“Nothing. She’s not been seen since the previous incident,” Drake returned.
“And there’s been no other incidents. I can understand once or twice that she might have discovered a planned attack on Rage. However, she has been present since the ambush by The Lion Kings. Anybody else think she has an inside track on Venomous Fangs?” Slick asked.
“Possible,” Drake agreed.
“Are we even sure that Siobhan O’Riley is involved?” Slick inquired.
“No, and we can’t freaking locate her, either. Mac has run Siobhan to the ground, and nothing. He’s handed it over to Hawthorne’s. If anyone can find her, they will,” Drake said.
“Nobody can hide from them.” Axel looked bothered.
“What’s on your mind?” Drake prompted.
“Why would this girl, out of the blue, suddenly turn up and defend us? What’s in it for her?” Slick demanded.
“Those are all good questions. And we will get answers to them; in the meantime, we stick to what we’re doing, and if we catch her, we’ll question her,” Drake said grimly.
Drake
The door flew open, and Ace stood there. His face was impassive, and Drake felt his gut tighten. Something was about to happen.
“You better come upstairs,” Ace announced.
Drake didn’t ask why but climbed to his feet and marched up the stairs behind Ace. In the rec room, Ghost stood alongside a woman and two young girls.
Drake’s stomach tightened even further. He wasn’t ready for this.
“Fury found her. I just got her out in time,” Ghost said as the kids drew closer to their mother.
Drake stared at the woman, who was his half-sister. Carmelle was five foot-four with long black hair. Her skin was tanned, lighter than most Mexicans, but darker than his. Her eyes were his father’s, and that shook Drake to his core. She was slender but slightly rounded on her tummy and hips, no doubt due to the two girls hiding behind her.
“My office,” Drake gritted out, not wanting an audience for this. “Axel, take the—my… the kids. They’ll be safe with him,” Drake added to Carmelle, who looked anything but reassured.
“Ghost?” she asked, tilting her head.
Drake’s temper rankled that Carmelle didn’t accept his word but stared at a brother who’d been distant from Rage for so long.
“They’ll be okay,” Ghost comforted.
Carmelle held Ghost’s gaze for a few moments and then nodded and turned to Drake.
“Lead the way,” she stated, her voice full of derision.
