Page 14 of Tye (Rage MC: The Prospects #8)

Hawthorne

I stared at the report that Leila had given me. “How old is this?”

“The intel came in three hours ago. I checked it, boss.”

“Fuck! I’ll get Dana to call the allies. RCPD got this info?”

“No. It is new information. I’ve triple-checked it, and it’s correct,” Leila replied.

“Thanks. Start making calls,” I ordered and walked away.

I entered my office and sat down heavily. Seems even fuckin’ Fury had celebrated Christmas, and now that was over, he was moving.

The report in front of me said that four MCs that were being watched had vanished. Somehow, with eyes on them, they’d fucking up and gone. How the hell had that happened? I didn’t know. I’d have Leila dig into them later. But I needed to get alerts out to everyone.

If these clubs had disappeared, then Fury was making his move. Because these were four of the worst allied to Fury. I slammed the file down on my desk that Leila gave me.

“Boss?” Leila said, and I sighed.

“Don’t tell me…” “The Ocala chapter has vanished, too. But they left a dead body in their wake. Our informant,” Leila replied, biting her lip.

“Get the allies. We need to be on guard. Fury is coming.”

Spike

I stared out of the window in Drake’s office.

Fury was coming. His chapters were starting to disappear, which meant only one thing. Fury was putting his vanguard in place. Drake had informed us half an hour ago.

Demi squealed, although I couldn’t hear it. Ice had just caught her and dumped snow down her neck. The scene should have made me smile, but it sent a cold shiver down my spine.

When Evie disappeared, I thought my world ended until thirteen years later, when my grandson had approached me. The horrors he brought with him would have broken any kid his age. Instead, Deke worked to save his family. Evie and my grandchildren had experienced the very worst Fury could do.

Demi hadn’t. We’d made sure of that. And I wanted my grandbaby to grow up and not lose that. But it hadn’t happened. Demi had learnt the circumstances of her birth, and now, when she was happy and settled, Fury was destroying everything again.

The day I sank a bullet into his head should be a national fuckin’ holiday.

Let Fury come. I was waiting.