Page 35 of Ghost

My resistance is corroding, and my brothers know it.

She knows it.

Last night, she was testing me.

She taunted me with Venom, and when she felt me crack, she broke through my defenses. That was the closest I’ve come to breaking the promises I made to myself five years ago.

Luna’s the perfect combination of heaven and damnation, and when she stood so close her tits brushed my chest, I almost snapped.

Her skintight dress hugged her petite curves and showed off every inch of her arms and legs.Her wavy purple hair framed her face, drawing out the richness in her eyes.

I shouldn’t let myself get that close to paradise because I’ll start thinking I’m allowed to taste it. But her sharp little exhales drew me in; I was desperate to lean closer. To kiss her neck and see if she tastes like she smells—like vanilla and honeysuckle.

And then she called me Marcus.

She whispered my name, and I was tempted to hear how loud I could make her scream it.

I wanted to know if she’s the kind of girl who will bend to my will or beg me for more.

“Three minutes.” Havoc yells from the front seat, and it’s enough to get the guys off my back so we can get back to business.

I scan the feeds from my phone, double-checking every angle. “Still clear.”

Havoc nods, and the guys start to prep.

It doesn’t matter how many drops we’ve done over the years; the edge never wears off. And if it does, that’s usually a sign you’re no longer sharp. Even something as simple as a buy can go sideways. You can nevernotbe on your game.

The van silences, and we all settle into our roles, ready for the moment the doors open.

As the road captain, Chaos will do most of the talking. Havoc will monitor everyone’s movements and direct the prospects if shit goes sideways. Legacy will accept the payment transfer after all the product is accounted for.And Soul will make sure everything goes according to plan and report back to Steel.

Me, I’ll sit back and watch.

It’s my job to be invisible while having everyone’s backs.

If tonight goes well, I won’t have to do anything because the critical pieces have already been taken care of. The surveillance is done. The positions are set.

I have eyes in every corner because all it takes is me missing one little thing for this to fall apart.

All it takes is one blind spot, and we’ll be mulch by morning.

One mistake, and we could lose everything.

Everyone.

The van rolls to a stop, and I check the perimeter a final time before anyone moves, but there’s nothing.

“We’re good.”

Havoc nods, popping open his door. “Let’s do this.”

It’s been three weeks since our last run, so the club needs this. Legacy keeps the bulk of the club’s assets tied up in stocks and real estate, giving us security, but our cash on hand mostly comes from selling guns and ammunition.

With war on the horizon, every little bit helps.

Chaos opens the back of the van, and we all funnel out. Legacy hangs back with me until they need him, keeping watch. His gun is at his side, and he stands alert, ready to use it.

The Road Rebels are already waiting outside their vehicles when we approach. Chaos and Soul meet their VP, while the rest of us fan out. I toggle between the sensorsand the nearby traffic cam footage, keeping an eye out for anything that might be out of place.

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