Page 2 of Ghost (Iron Thunder MC 4)
“You have a fuckin’ death wish?” he growled. I still remember the words.
“Depends.”
“On fuckin’ what?”
“How I die,” I replied. Drax still looked confused for a second but then his eyes started clearing and his lips started curling, and I realized he was going to break into a smile.
He clapped his hands on my shoulders again. The keys to his bike were still hanging off my forefinger. He let out a big laugh and started pushing me in the direction of the bar.
“You hold onto those keys but come inside and have a beer with me like a man first.”
I could’ve run away, but I didn’t. Something about this guy told me he was going to change my life.
So, yeah, no matter how pissed off this makes me—this whole bloody disaster with the Silver Knights, and having Crash here in our cellar—I will always do whatever Drax needs me to do.
I was right; he did change my life. Now I was the Vice President of one of the most powerful motorcycle clubs in New York, and I owed it all to that man.Drax was supposed to be up in his room, asleep and resting. He’d been injured badly in the showdown with Crash, but now I could see the door to his office open. I figured he was inside, so I walked in.
Drax was poring over his diary. I’d never personally read it but knew this was where he wrote out his plans. He didn’t notice when I walked in, so I had to clear my throat.
“How’s the place looking?” he asked, finally meeting my eyes.
I shrugged and pushed my hands into the pockets of my jeans.
“We’re overrun with strippers!”
He sat back in his chair and let out a sigh.
“You know, Ghost, most guys wouldn’t say that with as much resentment as you. Especially since you don’t have an old lady breathing down your neck.”
He smirked and I did too. He had a point.
“But we have shit to do.”
“So you don’t want to get distracted, is what you’re saying?”
“I’m not distracted by them.”
Drax threw up his hands in the air and laughed, then the stitches on his side hurt and he winced and cleared his throat, hoping I hadn’t heard him.
“I just want to figure this out. Like, what are we doing with Teasers? We have a shipment arriving in a few days. Are the Silver Knights laying low for some time? Who the fuck knows?”
Drax nodded but said nothing. He was thinking. Now I was curious to know what he’d been scribbling in his diary.
“And what are we doing about Crash?” I asked. I tried to keep a neutral tone. I didn’t want him thinking I was trying to push him into a decision. Mary-Beth was probably pushing him enough.
“I don’t fuckin’ know,” he hissed and rubbed a hand over his face. “There’s something going on with him. He’s fucked up.”
I nodded, knowing what Drax was talking about. Despite my limited interaction with Crash, I could see there was something different about him. His eyes were bloodshot and crazed, and he wasn’t drunk.
“Heroin?” I said, voicing my thoughts aloud. Maybe I’d spoken too soon.
Drax was staring at me hard. He clenched his jaws and took in a deep breath.
“Yeah, maybe. Those are my thoughts exactly.”
An MC’s President with a drug problem was bad news. It was exactly the sort of shit that could get you killed and bring down the whole MC. Except, Crash wasn’t just any other MC President, was he? He was also Mary-Beth’s brother.
I opened my mouth to say something. I was going to suggest going down there and beating the truth out of him through whatever means necessary. But before I could, Drax headed towards the door.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“I need a drink.”
We headed down to the common area, and Drax spotted Mary-Beth at the bar. He walked up behind her.
“I have to go find him!” Mary-Beth said.
“Find who?” Drax asked smiling.
“Y…you. I was going to the room to look for you. What are you doing out of bed?” Mary-Beth asked as she turned towards him. The woman she was talking to looked down and quickly moved away from us.
“I feel fine,” he said and he reached for her, pulling her into his arms and kissed her. It was weird seeing him this affectionate, and obvious to me that their relationship had grown and evolved over time. He was the kind of man who gave his old lady hugs now.
“How did the talk with your brother go?” He asked.
“Yeah, fine, I guess. He’s just going to have to deal with his current situation,” she said. “But there is something else you should know about.”
“Tell me on the way. We’re going to the store first and then back to the apartment. The guys have offered to handle the scene here for the next few days. You and I are going to stay locked in the apartment,” Drax replied as he started to lead her away from us. I was about to grab a beer when I overheard Mary-Beth.
