ALL THE RAGE (writer: T.M. Frazier)(59)

“It’s about your girl,” Paco started, wincing like I was about to hit him. I wasn’t. At least not yet.

“Funny, I was coming to ask you about her too. Was wondering if you could make some calls for me to your sources on the quiet. Gotta find out where the f*ck she is and can’t use Warrior resources cause as it turns out, Joker’s looking for her too but for an entirely different reason.”

“I don’t think you want to do that, man. If she’s gone it’s best the bitch stay gone.”

“Paco,” I warned, clutching my beer bottle tighter.

“Dude, I’m not trying to f*cking offend you, or even her.”

“Then what are you trying to say?” I asked, turning my beer around in circles on the bar.

“Just that…she’s the f*cking devil.”

I stood up and started to close the space between me and Paco so I could punch the motherf*cker in the face. He raised a hand between us. “Dude, I’m trying here, but there’s no easy way to tell you this,” he muttered something about “uppity gringos.” “My brother told me he saw the two of you together at the cafe. She’s a f*cking pink demon, dude. A ninja with a f*cking ponytail. The one they call Rage.”

They call me Rage. It’s short for Regina.

“What the f*ck are you saying exactly?” I asked, needing him to spell it out for me. I knew she burnt down Joker’s house, but I knew there was more. I was hoping to find her and ask her face to face, but since I’d yet to find her, I’d have to settle for a face to face with Paco instead.

“My brother was too much of a chicken shit to tell you, but he told me when I rode back into town this afternoon. I was coming to see you next, but this war thing’s got us all crazy and distracted. But basically, dude, what I’m saying is that the girl who was playing house with you? She’s the angel of f*cking death. A girl who kills motherf*ckers like me every f*cking day, and she was on your doorstep, which means she’ll probably be back, because more than likely, she’s planning on sending you to hell a lot sooner than you planned on booking a f*cking ticket there.”

I shook my head. “There’s no way.” It’s not that I didn’t think she was capable of killing—it was more that I didn’t think she was capable of killing me.

“The sooner you admit that someone sent her to take you out, the sooner you can save yourself, man.”

“My only beefs are minor shit. I don’t have any problems with anyone who might not want me to keep breathing,” I said, trying not to lose my shit right there in the bar. I could deny it all I wanted, believe it or not.

“Okay, man, I didn’t want to have to tell you this, but f*ck it. Pinto said he confronted her when you went to the pisser. He said she didn’t even f*cking deny who she was, just took a handful of his f*cking nuts and squeezed them so hard that if his girl ever gets pregnant, it would either be a miracle or because the bitch is cheating on him.” He shuddered. “Fuck, don’t look for her. And for your sake, you better hope that girl doesn’t come back either.” Paco handed me another shot. “Like ever ever.”

I downed my shot, and as the whiskey burned its way down my throat, the realization of her betrayal set in.

“You might want to call your uncle and get him in on this after all. You should find her before she finds you,” Paco said, interrupting my thoughts.

I cracked my knuckles. “No. Rage is my business.” Then I said two words I’d said before, but had suddenly taken on an entirely different meaning. I slammed my beer down on the bar.

“She’s mine.”

*

I set a plan in motion where instead of searching the planet for Rage, it would have her running to me as fast as her sexy legs could carry her. It was almost too simple. I was actually mad at myself for not thinking of it sooner.

Within hours of the idea taking hold inside my brain, I clicked a button on my phone and set my plan in motion. I sat back and put my feet up, breathing in the warm night air.

Gun in my lap.

The wait had begun.

She may have known I was a Warrior, but Rage was about to learn real f*cking fast who I was about to become.

Her worst f*cking nightmare.





CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE




Rage


Fuck this shit.

I left one babysitting job and found myself smack dab in the middle of another. It was my own fault. When King called and said he had something for me, I barely registered what he was saying before asking where and pointing my scooter in that direction.

The subject of my babysitting job was Thia, who was Bear’s old lady. Bear was the VP of the Beach Bastards, but according to King, Bear was now at war with his own club. Thia needed to be protected because Bear was doing time and knowing Chop, Bear’s ruthless old man, he wouldn’t hesitate to shoot through Thia first to get to Bear. It was all very boring really, but the gist of it was that I found myself in the middle of a f*cking orange grove in a house that didn’t need to be cleaned, it needed to be burnt to the f*cking ground.

Which I’d suggested.

Rotting oranges were piled at the bottoms of the trees and the smell was almost unbearable. There was no one around for miles except Thia, who had a funny shade of almost pinkish hair, and her weird skinny dog.