Page 3 of Haunting Phantom
I’m right here standing next to them.
I’m not dead. I’m just in limbo.
My gaze migrates to my arms, my brow dotting in frustration when the semi-translucent faint outlines of beer bottles littering the ground, poke through where my faded tan should’ve been.
Well, fuck. Maybe I am dead… I wasn’t see-through yesterday, was I?
“I know. But it’s like she’s haunting me or something, Voorhees. You were there last night. Explain to me how that shit happened?”
Voorhees stays silent.
“See, even you can’t explain it. How the fuck am I supposed to move on when Peggy Poltergeist has me by the fucking balls? I just want her to leave me alone.”
He knows I can’t do that. Not when I made him a promise not to leave.
The thin scar stretching from Voorhees’s mouth to his ear moves with his clenching jaw. The man has seen some shit. There are literal gashes all over his damn body where he’d been stabbed and mangled from an altercation he had in prison with a rival club. How he survived? I have no fucking clue. But the man’s still here, and as Enforcer of the Elm Street Riders MC, it’s his job to keep his club members in line—Phantom included.
“Do you really think she’s fucking haunting you?”
Phantom nods. “Yeah, I really do.”
Voorhees is always pale, but today he seems extra pasty as his fingers dig through his dark locks, pulling at the curls in frustration. “Fuck, man, this is bad. The club doesn’t need this shit right now.”
“I know.” The sorrow in Phantom’s deep blue eyes makes me whimper. He’s in pain because of me. The loss of me is just too much for him to bear.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m right here.”
Kneeling in front of him, I take his hands and whisper,“Don’t worry, Blake. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
His hand abruptly jerks away, and he shakes it vigorously like they just bathed in acid. “God, I hate that fucking feeling.”
“What feeling?” Voorhees tips his head to the side, his long torso leaning against the doorframe as confusion etches into those damn bushy eyebrows of his. They’re like furry little caterpillars crawling across his face, but bitches still fawn all over him like he’s a fucking rock star or something. He’s cute, I guess, but he doesn’t hold a candle to my Phantom. No one does. But in this life, it’s all about the patch, and as long as Voorhees rocks that Enforcer patch on his chest, the girls will continue throwing themselves at him like he’s a Greek Adonis. I never got the attraction. He’s not my type at all. But that never stopped him from trying to get with me, even when I was solely committed to Phantom. The jerk. He’s just lucky I’m a strong-willed woman, one whose morals don’t involve getting tied up with another man.
Unless you count…
No, we aren’t going to talk about that.
Not right now at least.
I may have been a club Annie, but I’m Phantom’s Annie. Nobody else’s.
Phantom’s voice cracks with emotion, maybe even a tinge of fear. He looks absolutely distraught, and I hate it. I just want him to smile again. “Like she’s touching me. My hands get this icy sensation like someone with frigid hands is holding them. I feel it on my neck sometimes too. It’s just fucking creepy.”
Does he really hate my touch that much?
“Look, I have no idea if the ghost thing is real or not. Weird shit does seem to happen in this room, but I shrug it off as being posted up on Elm Street. The thought of Eve still being here is a little hard for me to believe, Phantom. I mean, come on, I know we call you Phantom, but do you really think you’re being haunted by her ghost?”
A cup goes flying across the room, almost nailing Voorhees in the head, but the bastard moves before it can hit him.
My aim is off.
His eyes widen as he gulps, taking a step back. “Then again, maybe you’re on to something, Brother?”
Was that a smile on Phantom’s face? God, that smile brightens the room. It makes my belly do cartwheels and somersaults.
“I don’t know what to do, Voorhees. If it is Eve, she won’t fucking leave.”
“I told you I’m not going anywhere.”Sticking my tongue out at him doesn’t seem to help the situation. That beautiful smile fades, and he’s back to looking forlorn and dejected.
