Page 83 of Ghost

Locking the phone, I shove it back in the desk, slamming the drawer shut.

Ghost has been watching me every moment of the day. In the clubhouse. In bed.

On top of that, he’s been pretending to be someone else to have entire conversations with me.

I’ve been worried about my level of obsession, but Ghost has been stalking me.

The computer beeps as the file finishes, and I stand up so fast my head spins.

Rubbing my fingers on my temples, I try to process everything he knows and everything he must have seen. I’m still thinking through it all when a scream rips through the clubhouse, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I look at the door, and something loud pops from the other side, followed by yelling and a series of gunshots.

Tempe is out there.

Austin is out there.

I rush for the door, but the second I swing it open, a large body dressed in all black barrels toward me. His face is masked, and he’s too quick and fast to slip from his grip. He grabs me at the waist when I try to run, but he snatches my arm, and my head hits the doorframe as I fall.

“Let her go.” Venom’s voice sounds strange as my temples throb, and the hands holding me loosen their grip.

Venom steps between me and the man in black, and I watch as he takes a punch.

“Run,” Venom grunts.

I want to help him, but I can’t. I need a weapon. I need to find Tempe and Austin. I need to get us out of here.

But the moment I turn the corner, I’m stopped in my tracks by the barrel of a gun.

“Freeze.”

26

Ghost

The second we crossthe city border back into Vegas, my hands itch to get back to the clubhouse. It’s been three days since I’ve seen Luna, and I feel like I’m going through withdrawals.

Keeping an eye on her through a camera isn’t the same as holding her in my arms. Now I understand why Steel is in such a shit mood when the club goes on long runs that take him away from Tempe and Austin.

As a club, we have things that need to be taken care of on a daily basis, but my body isn’t currently in agreement. My heart’s aching for her and her big smile, her blue eyes, and her purple hair. I need that girl like I need oxygen, and I’m suffocating without her.

But we can’t go back to the clubhouse yet.

Steel, Havoc, and I take the turn in the opposite direction of the clubhouse, making our way toward the Strip. It’s a weekend, so it’s packed with cars and people.We’re forced to slow to a roll as the sun beats down on us. Our cuts draw the attention of people passing by, and I don’t miss them keeping their distance.

All I need is to check off this final thing, and I can get back to Luna.

Chaos is meeting us at Sapphire Rise, and when we finally reach the parking lot, I pull next to his bike. As the road captain, he’d normally be out of town with us. But given his parole officer will throw him back in prison if he crosses state lines, he’s stuck in Nevada.

While Chaos is anxious to hit the road, I prefer sticking to the clubhouse. Our motel was worse than sleeping in the bunkhouse back at the club, and I’m in desperate need of a shower and a nap. We did the entire eight-hour ride back from New Mexico in one day so we wouldn’t have to spend another day on the road, and I’m exhausted.

“I’ll find Chaos.” Havoc walks into Sapphire Rise first, tying his dark hair in a knot on the back of his head.

Steel beelines for the bar, and I follow him.

“Do you think he’ll show?” I slide onto the barstool next to Steel.

“I think he doesn’t have any other choice but to meet with us, so yes.” Steel flags down the bartender, and she hurries over when she recognizes him. “Water.”

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