Page 34 of Ghost

Ghost

Silence is never agood thing. Most of the time, it’s louder than words. Especially when war is whispering on the horizon.

I monitor the feeds we set up at our meet point, and there’s still no movement. It should be a relief, but history tells me it’s a bad omen.

It’s too quiet.

We’ve been waiting for the Iron Sinners to retaliate ever since we rescued Tempe and Austin from their grasp, but they’ve yet to make a move, leaving the club in limbo as we wait. And it makes me nervous as we head out on something that should be a simple buy.

We hit a bump in the road, and I grip my phone tighter. Vegas is warming up, turning the van into an oven. I’d rather be on my bike than inside this cage.

Feeling the air on the back of my neck.

Hearing every crunch of my tires ripping against the pavement.

Instead, I’m crammed in the back of this van with Soul, Chaos, and Legacy while a few prospects follow us.

I wipe the sweat off my neck and lean back, irritated.

“Heard you disappeared after Luna last night, brother.” Legacy knocks me on the arm. “Something you want to talk about?”

I look up and see Soul grinning at me.

“I swear you all gossip like fucking teenagers.” I shake my head.

“And you’re avoiding the man’s question.” Soul chuckles.

“Because there’s nothing to talk about.” I turn to Legacy. “But if we’re digging into personal shit, where were you last night?”

“Fuck you.” Legacy flips me off.

Chaos laughs, resting his elbows on his knees. “Last I saw him, he disappeared with a fine-ass redhead.”

Legacy glares at him. “The bar was out of champagne, and she was celebrating. Helped her find a glass.”

“I’m sure you helped her find a little more than that.” I chuckle, and Legacy flips me off again.

“Bachelorette party? Birthday?” Soul tosses out guesses.

“College graduation.” Legacy tips his head back when the guys burst out laughing.

“Fuck.” Chaos holds his fist out, but when Legacy refuses to bump knuckles, Soul does it for him. “College. Fucking. Graduation. Damn, brother.”

“Someday, our boy’s gonna make a young girl with daddy issues very happy.” Soul grins.

“I hate all of you.”

I’m sure he does. Especially since Soul is right. Legacy has a type. Early twenties, innocent, pretty, and looking to work out their fucked-up childhood with an emotionally closed-off biker.

“When did this become about me?” Legacy diverts the conversation, looking at me. “Are you fucking Luna now or not?”

“I thought she was fucking Venom.”

Chaos’s comment drags my attention from my phone, but when I meet his stare, he’s grinning. He baited me, and I fell for it.

“Got his attention.” Chaos elbows Soul, who’s quietly chuckling.

The guys have always given me shit about Luna, but it’s worse now that they know what I risked for her.

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