Page 36 of Ghost (Iron Thunder MC 4)
Eagle was onto something, like a light-bulb moment for him. He came stomping back to stand over me. I kept my head down, didn’t want him looking at me too closely.
“What is going on between you and Ghost? What kind of deal have you made with the Iron Thunders?” he growled.
“Nothing.”
“Why were you selected to live in his cabin?”
“I don’t know.”
“You fucking lying bitch!” he growled and his slap came out of nowhere, catching me in the jaw. My face cracked to the side from the force of his slap. I knew my lip split open because I could taste the metallic blood. I breathed heavily, and my head felt heavy. Was this just the start of the physical brutality I would have to face now?
“Tell me what you know!” Eagle shouted, snarling like a wild animal as he stood over me.
“No,” I said, forcing myself to look back at him.
“You should have said goodbye to your grandmother,” he said.13GhostI rode back to Fifth Gear like the storm, the only thought in my head about Mercy, about where she could have disappeared to. I knew I would have to face some resistance amongst my MC. They didn’t know her like I did. They thought she was in cahoots with Eagle, and I didn’t care if I had to go out looking for her myself. I needed to bring her back. With or without the Iron Thunder by my side.
I made it back under two hours and stormed into the clubhouse. It was morning, but inside Fifth Gear it could have been midnight. All the lights were switched on, windows and shutters pulled shut. They didn’t know if we were being spied on. Everyone was in chaos.
All the festivities and celebrations that ensued since our successful raid of Teasers were stopped. When I walked in, Sophie, our resident barmaid, came running up to me.
“Ghost, do you know where Mercy is?” she asked, looking worried. I knew she had gotten to know the strippers from Teasers since they were brought here after the raid. Maybe Sophie would be my only ally in this.
“No, but I’m going to fuckin’ find her,” I snarled as I made my way toward the common room. Sophie was fast on my heels.
“Ghost! Wait!” she called out and I stopped to turn to her.
“The others…these guys seem to think it was her.”
“Yes, I get the picture.”
“They think she killed Roddick, that she’s been working with Eagle this whole time.”
I glared at her. I knew this already, didn’t need to hear it from her. Sophie was shaking her head now.
“It couldn’t have been her. I mean, it’s not like she’s my best friend or anything, but I got to know her a little and she just seemed so sad and distressed and wanting to help, and confused. Not like a girl who had an ulterior motive for being here.”
I clenched my jaws. The more Sophie talked about Mercy, the angrier I got that I’d put her in danger. I shouldn’t have left her alone in my cabin with a prospect to protect her. She wasn’t safe there. I should have anticipated that Eagle could strike at any time.
Sophie came closer to me. “You believe me, don’t you? You’ve gotten to know her too.”
“I’m going to find her,” was all I said. It was all I was going to say. But it was enough for Sophie to understand how I felt about Mercy. Sophie had known me a long time. She knew I’d never felt this protective about another chick before.
“That poor thing, I really hope she’s alright,” she said.
I whipped away from her, heading directly for Drax’s office. I didn’t have the time to stand there and chat about Mercy. I needed to find her and bring her back and show the rest of the MC that she was worth our protection.Drax’s office was packed. Flash, Bolt, Spike, and some others from the MC were all there and when I entered the room, it seemed they were busy talking over each other. Drax was shouting too about something, although he did seem exhausted. His gunshot wound was yet to recover and he wasn’t getting the rest the doc recommended. I was surprised Mary-Beth was even letting him attend to business. But then, we were in the middle of another crisis and we needed him.
One of our prospects had been murdered. At my cabin!
I got snippets of what the guys were shouting to each other about. Shipments. Equipment. Weapons. Plans. Attack. Eagle. Crash. Silver Knights. It was all garbled because nobody seemed to be listening to each other.
“We need to plan a fuckin’ memorial!” I shouted, loud enough that everyone heard and they turned to me in surprise.
“What?” Spike asked, looking confused.
“He’s talking about Roddick. A memorial for Roddick. Yes, Ghost is right, we can’t forget about him just because we’re in the middle of a war,” Drax spoke up, looking directly at me now.
