Page 9 of Ghost (Iron Thunder MC 4)
“Yes, briefly,” I replied. We had more important matters to discuss.
“You…you kinda saved my life.”
“I did what anyone else would have done. You were in the line of fire and you could have been hit any second.”
She nodded and gulped.
“I don’t know what happened to me. I froze up. I didn’t know what to do. I thought…I was pretty sure I was going to die. I have never experienced anything like that before.”
As she spoke, her eyes widened and she seemed to drift off into her own mind and get lost in her thoughts. I could see she was reliving those moments from last night. The bullets and the screams. The blood and the violence.
A scene like that wasn’t for the weak-hearted.
“Well, it’s over now,” was all I managed to say.
She blinked and looked at me.
“It’s not over for me yet. I’m still stuck here, being interrogated by you guys when I haven’t even done anything.”
“Nobody’s accusing you of anything.”
“But I’ve said everything there is to say. What am I still doing here?”
All of a sudden, she sounded defiant. I took a few steps toward her, closing the gap between us.
A sound like a soft gasp escaped her lips, even though she was trying to keep her head up.
“You are going to be here as long as we want to keep you here. For as long as I need to interrogate you,” I growled.
I could still feel those pangs of possessiveness and the need to protect her, but I was trying hard to push them down. The last thing I wanted at a time like this, when we were smack in the middle of a war, was a weakness.
And that was what women were to me—a weakness.4MercyOnce the other man, Drax, left the room, Ghost and I were alone and suddenly, the space seemed to become a whole lot smaller. There was a shift in the air between us. We were alone again and even though I was more comfortable being around him than I was around Drax, I still didn’t know if I could trust Ghost.
And then there was also the fact that I was attracted to him.
It was undeniable, as much as I wished I didn’t look at him that way. I wished he didn’t look the way he did.
Big, strong, muscular, with smoldering eyes that seemed to burn a hole through me. Just because he was a hunk didn’t mean I should trust him, right? He said it himself; he’d pulled me down to the floor last night because he had to. Because anyone else in his situation would have done the same. Because I was in the way. Not because he was trying to save my life or did it out of the goodness of his heart.
And now he was staring at me, just a few feet away from me, and I felt like I was choking up again.
He threatened me. Told me he would keep me here for as long as he wanted. I shook my head and tried to hold back the tears.
“I don’t know what more you want from me. I was just trying to help Mary-Beth.”
“I want you to tell me everything you know about the Silver Knights and the way the strip club works. I want you to sit down and think about every encounter you’ve had with Eagle and Crash and the rest of the MC and then tell me about them in detail.”
I opened my mouth to protest but he continued. He wasn’t going to let me get a word in edgeways.
“And you should realize you’re not going anywhere till I let you go. It doesn’t matter how much you scream and cry in here. Nobody is coming to your rescue.”
My nostrils flared. I could feel the hot sting of tears behind my eyelids. I didn’t want to cry, didn’t want him to see how my knees were shaking and how weak I was feeling. I didn’t want him to know how easy it was to break me.
“Sit down!” he growled and pointed to the chair at the table. His voice startled me. I had my hands clasped together. I walked over to the chair and sat down.
Even though he was bossing me around, was it weird that I wanted him to pull me to him and hold me against his wide, strong chest?
“You need to stop protesting and cooperate, and this whole thing will be a lot easier for both of us. Do you get me?” he growled. His voice was deep and ferocious, but also calm and firm. He seemed like the kind of man who was always in control.
“Yes, I get you,” I mumbled.
He straightened up, squared his shoulders, and took in a deep breath.
“You need to tell me how you got here.”
“You brought me here. You and your MC.”
