Page 19 of Ghost

She lets me go, and I slip into the hallway quietly. The room I share with Reina and Wren is at the end of the hall, and on either side are doors leading to more bedrooms.

This side of the clubhouse is reserved for patch bunnies, clubhouse staff, and the chef. Meanwhile, the ranked members occupy rooms on the opposite end.

Between this hallway and the guys’ is the main body of the building, which consists of the kitchen, two large bars, and a main sitting area. Part of it is open to the public when the club allows it, but the rest is only for those of us who live here.

The bunkhouse is a detached building, and that’s where the prospects and newer members live.

For a split second, I let myself think this could be my home—my family.

That fairytale is gone now, all because of what I did without even knowing it.

If only Ghost had been honest from the beginning, I could have explained myself. But he hid it, and in trying to protect me, he made a mess of the one place I thought I belonged.

When I reach the bathroom at the end of the hallway, the handle is locked, and there’s moaning coming from the other side. There’s no shortage of beds at the clubhouse, but it doesn’t stop people from fucking on every surface.

I roll my eyes and continue past the kitchen into the main bar. Soul and Chaos are keeping the party going with a few patch bunnies, even though it’s already four thirty in the morning.

Chaos watches me with a calculated stare as I cross the room. I didn’t know him well before he went to prison, but since he’s been out this past month, he’s seemed different. Angrier. More closed off.

Soul, on the other hand, is much more relaxed when he smiles at me passing by. Which is probably, in part, due to the fact that he’s in the middle of getting a blow job.

I divert my gaze and continue through the room. The open debauchery shocked me for the first week I was here, but now I’ve seen so many of the guys fucking I barely even notice it anymore.

I’ve seen too many of their dicks for never having been near one of them.

Continuing to the bar in the front of the clubhouse, I cross the room to the bathroom that sits at this end of the building. It’s rarely used when the Twisted Kings aren’t throwing a party, so I’m surprised when the door swings open as I reach for the handle, and I almost collide with someone walking out.

“Sorry.” I take a step back, looking up into the cool gaze of the one man who makes my heart jump to my throat.

Ghost is in the middle of tugging his T-shirt down, giving me a hint of his tattooed, muscular chest. Ink covers every inch of him—from his knuckles to his neck, and I’ve always been curious what they mean to him. I’d like to learn the history of a man who is clearly haunted by it.

He winces as his T-shirt brushes his side, but I only get a glimpse of a wound before the fabric covers it.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine.” He reaches into the bathroom, grabbing his cut off the hook and shrugging it on.

He barely looks at me as he starts to walk away.

“Fine?” I spin to face him, and he pauses with his back to me. “That’s all you have to say? Are you kidding me right now?”

He tips his head back, letting out a heavy sigh. His fingers dig into his black hair as he thinks.

“You knew, Ghost.” I take a step closer, immediately realizing my mistake when I get a hit of his warm leather scent. “You knew who I was working for, and you didn’t say anything to anyone. Not even me. I was hacking the club, and you vouched for me anyway. Why?”

He doesn’t turn around immediately as he dips his hands in his pockets. His thick shoulders rise with every inhale, and I stare at the back of his head, begging him to say something—anything—that explains this mess.

After a long pause, Ghost finally turns to face me. His light-blue eyes are cold and empty, but still, his attention makes goosebumps flurry across my skin.

His gaze skims down to my T-shirt. To my bare legs, prickling at his attention. And when his stare snaps back to mine, I have to swallow to catch my breath.

He’s a man of few words because he doesn’t really need them. One look, and I’m speechless.

Ghost shrugs. “Did you know who you were working for back then, Luna?”

I shake my head. “I already told you I didn’t.”

“Well, there you go. Nothing to worry about. I’ll deal with it.”

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