Page 27 of Ghost (Iron Thunder MC 4)
“We need to talk to them. Personally. Get them on board,” Drax continued. Spike was nodding and I agreed.
“The only way we can find Eagle and make him pay for all the shit he’s pulled is with help. We need all the MCs we can work with to rally together,” I added.
“You should go talk to them. They have no reason to come over here and help us,” Spike said. I knew he was right.
Despite our peaceful co-existence with them, they would not be interested in helping us unless they either profited from it themselves or if they saw the importance of the situation. We would have to personally convince their President and make them see how important it was to find Eagle, and squash any plans he had.
“You should do it,” Drax said. He was talking to me. “Ride over there, talk to them and make a deal.”
But what about Mercy? She was the first thought that popped into my head. If I left now, who was going to make sure her grandmother was looked after? What about the deal I made with her about living in my cabin? Going to see her grandma?
I cleared my throat, trying to think of a legitimate excuse why I couldn’t go to see the Granite Apostles.
“You’re the one who always deals with them. They know you. They trust you,” Drax continued and yes, he had a point. Maybe nobody else’s deal would be as effective as mine.
I had to drop it. I couldn’t bring up the subject of Mercy right now. Drax would laugh in my face if I told him I cared about a stripper’s welfare more than our MC’s.
“Yeah, I’ll go. I just have to take care of a few things first,” I said before leaving the room.
I stood outside Drax’s office door for a few minutes, unable to decide what was wrong with me because something had definitely changed. I wasn’t acting like the same guy I’d been a few days ago, when nothing else mattered but my brothers and the MC.
Now Mercy was on my mind. This girl I barely knew. I hadn’t even fucked her yet and she was taking over my life. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe I needed to bang her and flush her out of my system for good.
But right now, I had a job to do.When I went back down to the cellar, Mercy was just stepping out. I intercepted her at the door. She looked up at me with a gasp.
“Ghost!”
“How is he?” I asked.
She had her hair down now, and her eyes looked much smaller and tired. She was obviously exhausted. She needed to sleep.
She rubbed the back of her hand over her forehead and sighed.
“He’s stable for now. I couldn’t give him anything, because right now his body needs to be clean of drugs. The only thing we can do is try and keep his temperature down and make sure he doesn’t hurt himself. Mary-Beth is in there with him.”
“Do you think he’ll make it through the night?” I asked.
She looked up at me with those blue eyes, searching mine. Was she surprised that I held her opinion in esteem?
“Y…yes, I think so. I think he’s pulled through the worst. Somebody needs to watch him at all times. He can’t be left alone. Not even with Mary-Beth.”
“I’ll get some of the prospects to stay in there with her.”
Mercy nodded.
We were standing close together, and only now was I realizing that we were speaking in near whispers. I wanted to pull her into my arms, finish what we started on my couch.
“I need to go away for a while. I have some things to do.”
Her eyes grew wide.
“Go away? What do you mean?”
“Out of town. I don’t know how long it’s going to take, but I’m working on finding Eagle. Trying to make him pay for what he’s done.”
Mercy’s nostrils flared and she looked away. I was tempted to ask her about what Spike said. Had he ever forced her into anything? But I didn’t want to insult her. If she had something to say to me, maybe she would tell me of her own accord.
“What am I going to do? Where am I going to stay? What about my grandmother?”
“I’ll get one of the guys to escort you. Take you back to my place. Bring you here. Take you to your grandma’s. Whatever you need.”
Maybe I shouldn’t have said that last part, because now she stared at me with her brows crossed in suspicion. I knew what she was thinking—why was I being nice to her? Why did I care? I didn’t know the answer to those questions either.
Why did I give a shit about her or her grandmother?
Mercy breathed in slowly but deeply, and before I could think about what I was doing, I pushed into her, pushing her into the darkness of the corridor.
