“Ghost, you just put all of us at risk,” Harris frets, as he paces back and forth in place, hands behind his back. His lips are thin in frustration, and his eyes narrowed to slits.
“Chill out, Harris. I already broke the SIM card. He can’t trace me.”
“You were so naughty,” Cynthia sings. “My wifey is going to punish you!”
“Cynthia,” Harris starts, then just shakes his head. Back to me, he asks, “Where are you headed?”
“Jax's office for a new phone.”
“Good. No more calls though, understand?”
I nod stiffly, moving on.
After I grab a new phone, I’ve got to share this with the guys, and my Malishka.
Frost
I’m on my way to find Killer.
I owe her one hell of a dance, and I plan to deliver.
I hardly get the chance to have quality time with her. I almost seem like an afterthought. It's frustrating as hell; I’m still unused to feeling all this shit. I know she’s not deliberately leaving me out, but I fucking miss her terribly.
So now I’m determined to get her attention all to myself. I'm going to take her to the media room—once I know it’s clear, anyway.
Luck is on my side when I peer into the library, seeing her curled up in an armchair, buried in a book. She looks adorable wrapped up in the pages. I almost hate to interrupt, but I need her, dammit.
“Killer,” I call out softly.
She looks up, a wide smile crossing her face. “Frosty!”
“God, this still?” I groan.
“Yep,” she teases, standing and neatly putting her book back on the shelf. “What’s up?”
“I thought I’d make good on that promise for another dance.”
Killer blushes, but her smile grows wider. “Um, yeah, sounds nice…” She trails off, clearing her throat.
I grin. “I love it when you’re flustered.”
When I hold out my hand, she takes it.
3 must be occupied elsewhere, thank fuck. I don’t dare ask. The guy is like an extra appendage on her.
Leading her to the media room, I lock the door behind us.
I drag a chair to the middle of the room and settle her onto it.
“Prepare yourself, Killer. This is going to make the first dance look like nothing.” I call out, “Alexa— play ‘Pony’ by Ginuwine.”
As the beginning notes sound, I start moving my hips. Killer is transfixed already, making me smirk in satisfaction. I can tell she wants a show. I've prepared one she’ll never forget.
I make my way over to where she’s sitting in the chair.
She is already breathing hard.
My arms shoot out, gripping the sides of the chair. I lean down close to her face, hovering just above her lips. My hair falls into my eyes, and she shudders a breath.
