Page 118 of Ghost

As if he didn’t have enough haunting him, that night he rescued me added to it.

Seeing how they chained me down.

Watching his brother take a bullet to save my life.

It haunts me too.

I thought that by taking action, I could save the club from the trouble I was causing. But if I’d known Stevenwas behind it all along, I would have known that was never possible. He didn’t want me to finish a job; he wanted to cage me like his pet.

And I’m thankful every day that Ghost saved me from him.

I’m still working through the nightmares of what happened, but hopefully, someday, I’ll be able to move past it.

The only relief I find now is in Steven’s death.

He would have let his club rape me, drug me, and abuse me just to bring me into it. That wasn’t him caring, and it certainly wasn’t him saving me. He was evil through and through, and there was no bringing him back.

I just wish Legacy hadn’t been shot in the process. Thankfully, he’s on the mend, and Ghost and Steel are finally picking him up from the hospital today. Ghost and I have been helping around Legacy’s house, keeping Bea in a routine since Margaret is still struggling with her own health issues.

We’re doing all we can to repay Legacy for saving my life. Although, nothing feels like enough.

I pace the kitchen and wait while Bea watches cartoons. I’m the reason she almost lost her father, and I hope he forgives me for putting him in that position.

When the front door finally swings open, Bea jumps up. Legacy limps in, and his jaw tenses with every step, but he won’t let Ghost help him. He tries to bury his pain so Bea won’t see it.

“Daddy!” Bea runs to Legacy and throws herself against him.

She grabs his leg, and even if it’s not the one that was shot, it shifts his weight, and he winces. He plants a hand on the wall to steady himself as he leans down to kiss the top of her head.

“Morning, Honey Bea.”

Legacy was born to be a dad. His little girl is his entire world, and even if he’s hurting, he reaches down to pick her up.

“Daddy, you’re home.” She wraps her arms around his neck.

“Of course. Not even the doctors can keep me away from you.”

“Is your boo-boo better?”

He taps her nose with his finger. “Almost.”

“Did you bring me a pudding cup?”

Legacy tips his head back and laughs. “No, but I heard Uncle Marcus stocked the fridge for you this morning.”

“Yay!” Bea cheers, and he sets her down so she can run to the kitchen.

She stole Legacy’s pudding every day she went to see him at the hospital, and clearly, she can’t get enough.

Ghost stops beside Legacy and grabs his arm. “You got it?”

“I’m good.” Legacy shrugs Ghost off, stepping into the house. “Hey, Luna. Thanks for looking out for Bea while I was gone.”

“Of course.”

He drops into the chair that faces the kitchen so he can watch Bea eat her pudding while she eyes the cartoons from her stool at the counter.

“I’ll get the bags.” Ghost steps outside, leaving me alone with Legacy.

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