Rage by Fox Candi

Author:Fox, Candi
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Rage

The next morning Rage headed to the basement. His brothers stood near a large furnace. One, unlike any other. At least that he knew of.

A massive black metal furnace sat directly in front of him. Today would be the first time they’d fired it up. They didn’t use it to heat the clubhouse. Though, it would be easy for them to convince any law enforcement department otherwise. The furnace existed solely to destroy evidence. In this case, it would be burning the bodies of their enemies to ashes.

An ember demon resided inside the furnace, dormant for now. Once awakened it would need to be fed regularly. Coal, wood, and other burnable materials would be used when the club didn’t need to use it for felonious purposes.

Blade, the club’s VP, arrived last. His head was freshly shaven. Remnants of last night’s fight showed on his face. He looked around the room before nodding toward the furnace.

“Burn ’em. Devil, you, me, and Rage are going to go scouting. After the bodies are burned someone needs to scatter the ashes over the river. The rest of you get to repairing the club. I want it back open by tonight.

“Synne already wiped the civvies minds,” Elvis reported.

“Good.” He turned to Devil and Rage. “Ladies, you’re with me.”

Rage smiled and shook his head at the VP. The guy may be a couple inches shorter, but he was one tough son of a bitch and one of the few who could call him a lady without losing any teeth.

His bike sat parked where he left it the night before. All black and perfect. It made Devil’s custom blue and white paint job stand out even more.

“Your bike looks like a vase from the Ming Dynasty.” Rage shook his head at Devil.

“Hey, my koi fish are badass. Better than your black, on black, on black, on black fat tire monster.”

“Don’t be jealous because mine is bigger than yours.”

“Ladies, we don’t have time to whip it out and measure whose is bigger. Besides, my new ride is better than both yours,” Blade stated emphatically.

Rage looked to where Blade stood. A brand-new Indian Chieftain Dark Horse edition in chrome and black. “Well, I’ll be fucked you bought a new bike. I mean your last one is what, from1955?”

“It’s called a classic and I’m looking for a few parts. Let’s ride.”

The three of them took off, heedless of the cold January air. Unseasonably low temperatures had blanketed the region in its wintery grasp, surprising many and catching them off guard.

Shifters ran hotter than normal humans, providing the extra warmth needed for today’s freezing ride. Rage made a mental note to get Desiré a warmer winter coat. As a cursed shifter, she had few of the benefits he did. He didn’t want her to get cold on the back of his bike.

Torque led them far from the clubhouse and away from White Horse. Though the Twisted often liked to hide in plain sight the town didn’t have enough population for them to blend in with.

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