Rage

The phone had gone off, he read the text and surged to his feet. Calling Luey then, he put his piece in his holster off to the range because if he didn't who knew what he would do. Thinking of what his brother might have endured left him burning with rage. At the range he fired and fired until he had gone through a full two boxes of bullets, and was breathing hard. The attendant blinked and quipped about him having a bad day and the look he returned had the bigger man backing off fast. It cooled him some but he could still feel the anger, mad at the vipers mad at Wil made at Kage for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Back on his bike he went to the gym, the heavy bag never stood a chance. He punched and savaged it till it creaked on the chain and the owner came over and told him to calm the fuck down. Nothing was working he thought of maybe taking a trip to the cathouse maybe some female company would mellow him but he didn't want to hurt a woman right now and with his anger rough sex would be all he could handle. He went to the beach and watched the waves and it was only then with the primal crashing and vastness of the ocean, that seemed to drain the anger away. He went into the surf and let the water pull at him, each time the wave rolled out it dragged the rage out to deeper water.  He felt something come over him and clothing be damned he jumped in his jeans were soaked beater clinging to his chest. 

It was like a baptism when he came out of the ocean, things were clear. They would have Cobra's ass before long and if cole got his say every hour they had, held his brother every bit of terror he'd had to go through would be visited on the rival pres before they handed him over to Wil to do with what he pleased.