Page 54 of Ghost's Obsession

“Tell me you’re not going alone,” she says softly.

“I’m not.” I cross the room, crouch down in front of her, and take both her hands in mine. “Siege, Rigs, Tex—half the brothers are already gearing up. But I need you to stay here, alright?”

She frowns. “At the clubhouse?”

“Yeah. Right here. This room’s got a private lock, thick door, and it’s dead center in the building. Zen and the prospects are posted all over the building and the property outside. It’s easier to defend one fortress than a dozen little houses. You’re safest here.”

Her fingers tighten around mine. “I get that the club can’t spare prospects to guard me at your place when there’s so much going on. Staying here is no problem.”

“Good. Your safety is the most important thing in the world to me.”

Her hands tighten in mine. “And when you’re out there? Who’s keeping you safe?”

I lean in, press my forehead against hers. “Don’t worry about me. I’m tough as nails and have my club brothers at my back. Just keep the door locked and the light on until I come back, alright?”

She kisses me before I can pull away. She’s always so soft and sweet with me. Enough to make my heart ache for more.

“I hate waiting and worrying,” she whispers.

“I know, darlin’. But this? This ends it. He shows his face again—he doesn’t leave breathing.”

“Will you let me know when the danger is over and you’re on your way home?”

“I’ll call you first thing after we get him.”

I kiss her again, deeper this time. I pray nothing goes sideways this time. I want to get my hands on Carnage so bad I can taste it.

When I pull back, I kiss her knuckles, one by one. “I love you, sweetness. Lock the door behind me.”

She nods. “Come back to me, Ghost. That’s all I ask.”

I go downstairs to the main meeting room. We call it church when we’re having a club meeting, but right now it’s more like a war room. We’ve used this space for club strategy before, but this time it’s personal.

When I take a seat, everyone is whispering. The mood of the room shifts as Siege steps inside.

Zen’s already got a satellite map pulled up on the old projector screen. It shows the coordinates Merc gave us. He wasn’t joking when he said its location is remote. The satellite images show no neighbors. The closest gas station is fifteen miles out. There’s no through traffic on the dirt road leading to the cabin. In other words, it’s the perfect place to hide out.

Siege plants both hands on the table and states flatly, “Carnage is living at that cabin. Merc says he rotates locations, but he left gear there. Weapons, burners, food. He’s coming back. And we’re gonna be waiting.”

Tusk leans forward. “Any security?”

“Maybe cameras. Possibly traps,” Zen says. “Nothing wired. He’s off-grid. But I wouldn’t rule out trail cams or early warning systems.”

Rigs crosses his arms. “He trained for this kind of stealth in the military. He knows how to disappear, but he also knows we’re coming for him.”

I growl, “That’s why he ran tonight. He knows damn well what’ll happen to him if we get our hands on him.”

Siege nods. “He’s thoroughly obsessed with your girl. He was willing to take a terrible risk just to get close enough to rattle her.”

Rigs responds, “Instead, he exposed himself.”

Tex slams a fresh mag into his Glock. “Now we take his damn head off.”

Siege looks to Zen. “You running command from here?”

“Yep. Venom is heading back from his mom’s and should be here in fifteen minutes. He’s got the new drone he was working on. I’ll monitor drone feed once you’re all on-site.”

“Good,” Siege says. “We move in teams. Rigs, Tex, Ghost—you’re with me. Tusk, Tank, Rider, Dutch, Talon, and Vapor circle the perimeter. The rest of you hold back as second wave. If any of us fall, you step in.”

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