“You don’t know? Damn, you’re as callous as he is. Are you so selfish that you don’t check on the victims of the people Michaelson murdered? No, don’t answer. I bet you are. God, Iwas going to spare you, but no, I’ll make your death painful and lingering. You’ll regret crossing me. Freaking bitch!”
“If you stop ranting, we could talk,” Phoenix retorted, and I hissed at the sheer audacity. I kicked her hard and smiled grimly when she cried out in pain.
“Drake will tear you to pieces. Do you believe you’re going to walk away? The hell you are. Question, asshole, are you faster than a speeding bullet? Bet you ain’t,” Phoenix gasped.
Angry, I moved to kick her again, and Phoenix scuttled backwards. I felt Michaelson then—he was close.
“Lights out, bitch,” I snarled and punched her psychically. Phoenix collapsed on her back, and I grabbed a chair and sat down just behind her. Let’s see how fast Michaelson really was.
Michaelson entered calmly. A tall man, greying but still handsome. I hated him. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him.
“Gonna give me your name?” Michaelson asked, standing relaxed in the doorway.
“You don’t recognise me?” I demanded.
Drake
Who the hell was he? The kid couldn’t be older than twenty. This wasn’t what I’d expected; I’d been prepared for a grown man.
“No.”
He pulled his hair in an angry yank. “Why would you? You don’t care whose life you destroyed.”
“That’s bullshit. I fuckin’ care,” I retorted as the words stung.
“Taylor Kennedy, ring a bell?”
“RCPD,” I said instantly. “Kennedy died in hospital from three bullet wounds. She was a decorated officer and was engaged. Her fiancé also passed away in the war.”
The kid paused and stared hatefully. “Who am I?”
“You have to be the brother. Taylor had one seven years younger. You would have been eighteen,” I said and felt sorrow hit me.
This wasn’t a Venomous Fang family member looking for revenge. That’s what I’d believed. No, this was the grief-stricken sibling of a heroic cop who’d died in the line of duty. How the hell did I fight?
“Taylor left me just before my eighteenth!” he screamed.
“Your name is Russ,” I remembered the rest. Kennedy had been bringing him up herself after their parents passed away in an accident. The file on them claimed Russ and Kennedy had been very close.
“Yes! You murdered my sister!” Russ yelled. I didn’t dare look down at his feet, where Phoe lay. Phoe’s chest rose and fell, and she was alive. That was all that mattered. Stitch and Belladonna could heal anything else.
“No, Fury killed Taylor. Venomous Fangs murdered her. Not me. Like Taylor, I was defending the city,” I retorted.
“Liar!” Russ screamed. “Fucking liar. Taylor told me. They were coming for you because of your gang. Taylor was scared that she might die, and she did!”
“I’m sorry, I honestly am, Russ. But even if I had given over Rage MC to Fury, he still would have killed Taylor. Fury had no intention of stopping. He planned to take over this city and make RC his own playground. You and Taylor were close; she was a good cop, right? Clean. She’d never have taken a bribe or been forced into being dirty,” I said.
“No! Taylor wouldn’t have. Fury came here because of your stupid gang. Well, I’m going to tear it down, rip it apart,” Russ promised.
“That won’t bring Taylor back,” I murmured.
My hand was on my gun, but I couldn’t pull on him. His agony was because of Fury’s greed and ambition. Russ was another victim of Fury.
“Punishment time, asshole!” Russ swore and struck.
I fell screaming to my knees as Russ ripped my walls down and tore into my mind.
Chapter Seven.
