Page 36 of Ghost

No movement.

No shadows.

I glance up and see Chaos smiling while Soul shakes their VP’s hand, and Legacy steps forward to handle the transaction.

Once Legacy confirms we’ve received payment, the prospects get to work unloading product and helping a few of the Road Rebels load it into their van.

It’s been getting more difficult to traffic guns with Iron Sinners trying to intercept our shipments, so I’m relieved when this goes down without a hitch.

“Good doing business with you.” Chaos and Soul shake their hands again, and we all regroup at the van.

Havoc directs the prospects to head back to the clubhouse before climbing in. The van starts, and everyone is quieter than they were when we left. It’s already four forty-five in the morning, and we have a three-hour drive back to Vegas.

Soul stretches his legs out, lacing his hands behind his head. “How about it, boys? Want to celebrate?”

“What did you have in mind?” Havoc asks from the front seat.

“Blow. Strippers. Booze. Take your pick.”

Havoc chuckles. “Sapphire Rise?”

“I’m down.” Chaos grins, always onboard to blow off steam at the strip club.

Strippers at seven in the morning isn’t how I prefer to start the day, but there are worse things than tits, ass, and whiskey.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I angle it away from Legacy so he can’t see what’s on the screen, and I flip through the clubhouse camera feeds until I find her.

Luna is still awake, sitting outside with Wren and looking up at the stars. She’s playing with the tips of her purple hair when a laugh bursts out of her.

That’s all it takes—her smile. My blood run so hot it might melt my fucking bones.

Locking my phone, I rest my head back and close my eyes, burning the sight of her into the back of my eyelids, when I should be trying to forget it.

Maybe strippers at seven in the morning isn’t such a bad thing. At least then, I can pretend it’s not Luna’s face that I see when I look anyone in the eyes. At least then I can convince myself I’m not going to break this girl like I’ve done everything else good in my life.

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Luna

Rider: You’ve been MIA. Everything all right?

SnoOwl: I’m fine. Things just got complicated around here.

Rider: Anything I can help with? Getaway car? Escape plan?

SnoOwl: Maybe. Do you happen to know anywhere with cheap rent and good security?

Rider: You’re moving?

SnoOwl: Not sure yet. I might need to.

Rider: I can keep an eye out. And I’m here if things get bad.

SnoOwl: It’s not like that. I’m fine. I’m just keeping my options open. But I appreciate you looking out for me.

Rider: Anything for you, little owl. Just give me the word, and I’ll come get you.

I close my gaming app on my phone and step outside onto the back patio. It’s still early in the morning,so the temperature is perfect. I’m comfortable in a T-shirt and jeans, but the second the sun hits midday, the heat of Vegas will be overwhelming. It’s only a matter of weeks before it’s too hot to spend much time outside, and I’m dreading it.

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