Page 4 of Ghost
He grins, his two front teeth missing.“We won!You should have seen me, Miss Rhodes.I did awesome!”
“Of course you did.I’m so proud of you, Ricky.”
He runs up to me and hugs my leg before going to his seat.
“All right, class, we’re going to write in our journals, and then we’re all going to sit on the mat so I can read you a book.Then we can go outside and play.”
They all cheer.
I grin.
Yeah, life is good.
GHOST
She’s wearing a bright yellow dress.Yellow.She looks like a fucking sunflower, and she still hasn’t noticed me.I’ve been following her ever since I first laid eyes on her at the clubhouse.I don’t know why.She’s not in any trouble.Xanthe seems to think no one can trace her to the club, yet she shows up at the clubhouse and hangs out with Ora and Lu.I just need to make sure she’s safe.Watching her get into her car and leave the school, I follow her back to her house.Only when she’s safely inside do I leave.The camera I installed at her house allows me to watch her and make sure she’s okay without being there.
Who knew wanting a woman was a full-time job?
I’ve never liked one long enough to need more than a quick fuck or blow job, usually the latter, and Xanthe is fucking with my head.No wonder War seems so fucking stressed.
“Where have you been?”Rome, my club president, asks when I get off my motorcycle.
“Out,” I reply, taking off my helmet and running a hand over my bald head.“Why, what do you need?”
Everyone has a role within the club.
Me?I’m the one who gets my hands bloody.I’m the road captain for the club, but I do a lot more than that.
Some people might call me a stone-cold killer or a hit man.For the right price, I also do some small side requests now and again.Looking at me, you wouldn’t think I’ve got money, and I like it that way.Growing up the way I did, I don’t like spending any of it either.My father used financial abuse to control my mother and me, and now seeing the amount sitting in my bank provides me with a comfort I thought I’d never know.
If the club ever needs it, I’d give it to them.
My loyalty is with the Serpents of Chaos, and it always will be.I might fuck up from time to time, but I’d kill and bleed for every person inside this clubhouse.
“The Royal Bastard MC needs some help with something,” he murmurs with a calculated expression in his blue eyes.“Their president, Chance, will owe us a marker.”
A marker is sometimes worth even more than money, especially one coming from another MC.
“I’ll handle it.”
Prez nods and stares down at my knuckles.“You’ve been staying out of trouble.Do you need to get in the ring?”
When I got out of prison at twenty-five, I started bare-knuckle fighting in an underground circuit, which is where Rome found me.Once I joined the club, I stopped fighting and focused on them.However, when I get wound up too tight, I sometimes go back for a fight or two.
But he’s right.
I haven’t been fucking or fighting because I have a new obsession.
“No, I’ve been busy,” I murmur, and he shakes his head in amusement.Now and again, when I need it, the brothers will fight me in the ring.It tires me out, and sometimes when I’m really fucked up, I let them hit me.The pain is comfortable, familiar.
“Does she even know that you’re watching her?”
I run my hand over my head.“If she did, I wouldn’t be very good at what I do, would I?”
He smirks.“We don’t call you Ghost for nothing.But you know she’s safe, right?If Ora thought otherwise, she’d bring her here.”
I nod, even though I don’t know that.Anything could happen to her.She could get hurt crossing the road, or someone could try to break into her house.It’s just her and her cat, and I don’t like that.She needs a guard dog.
