Romans & histoires Rebels Phantom

“Not nearby. Maybe in the towns further south. At least, if they do have them in Gretchintown, they’ve kept it a secret. It wouldn’t surprise me if they did have more vehicles than we are aware of.” “Heliobirds will get them across the water,” Rain reminded them. “We know they have those.” She looked around at her companions’ faces and saw the same solemn expressions on each of them, which echoed the way she felt inside. The chances that they would be able to get away from the Mothers seemed slim. She wondered whether or not anyone else had managed to make it as far as they had and prayed the other rebels were having better luck than they were. She had no way of knowing if any of the others

Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t

The kid had discovered that her partner had been kidnapped by the Famiglia, and the Italian cunts were going to kill him unless we helped rescue him. While we sure as fuck were no white knights, the Hell’s Rebels MC was renowned for the quality and their level of production of ghost guns—a type of weapon that had no serial number on them, so they couldn’t be traced. When we’d cut a deal, we’d gone in and saved the fucker, but I’d gotten shot up in the process. I knew for a fact that we’d lost another of our men too. A sad day. And even worse, my body hurt like a fucker.