“Enough, Ghost, enough!” I beg. His thrust immediately stops.
“What? Afraid someone might see how pretty you look when you lose control?” He purrs.
“I need more,” I whine.
“In what way, little siren?”
“Fix yourself.” I instruct, continuing to hover, using my dress as a shield.
A tap on my hip tells me that he is decent and I step away just as he stands. Call it morbid curiosity as I find myself looking down at his groin, searching for the presence of tenting. When none can be found, I nod in response. Grabbing him roughly by thewrist I drag him through the room and out to the courtyard. I continue pulling him along until we find ourselves amongst tall trees in a dark forest. I stop in my tracks, turning around to face him and aggressively, slamming him against the closest tree. My hands find their way into his hair and I roughly guide his lips to mine. His hands come down, roaming my body as one finds its way behind my knee, pulling it up to rest near his waist. His other hand cups my ass. I waste no time in pulling away and finding his belt, undoing it with haste. Pulling his still erect cock out I stroke it a few times before directing it to my entrance. I force myself forward until it Impales me to the hilt. We moan in unison like it’s the first time we’ve ever felt this. He picks me up suddenly, turning us around and slamming my back into the nearly sharp bark of a tree. He harshly thrust in and out of me like his life depends on it. My mouth finds his again, forcing my tongue in and taking what I feel I’m owed. He tastes divine like even his saliva was made for me. I genuinely can’t wait to fuck this man for the rest of my life. I could die happy just doing this. My body quivers and clutches around him just as my orgasm builds. He must know that I’m close because he reaches down between us to rub his thumb over my clit, sending me over the edge in convulsions. After a few more thrust, he roars into my neck, nipping and sucking the skin. We slightly pull away and the only thing that can be heard in the cold night air is our hoarse breaths. Basking in this moment we study each other. I look at the way his sharp features make him a perfect specimen, how his curls lay in the perfect pattern, but especially how he looks at me like I’m his entire world. And I am as he is mine.
“I don’t tell you enough, but I love your eyes. Like your maker just couldn’t decide which color would make you more beautiful so you were gifted both.” he says softly resting his forehead against mine.
“And yet I hope our children look just like you,” I giggle.
“Thank you for stabbing me that night.” I say after a brief pause.
“Thank you for not dying,” he says in return.
“Ghost, if I had died, I would’ve found you. It may have been in a cardinal outside your window or a friendly smile when you were sad, but I would have found my way to you… always and forever.”
Chapter Thirty Eight
Don’t You Ever Stop
Ghost’s POV:
“Blake! Blake Mikaelson, get down here!” My father roars from somewhere downstairs. His voice scares me and causes my small frame to shutter. The fear of his retaliation to my slow response is enough to have me scrambling for the stairs.
“Coming, father!” I yell. I know nothing of the world at age three. Only that I have a mother and father. My mom is nice to me. She’s warm and kind. She is also afraid ofhim. My father is cold. He’s always angry with me even if I do what I’m told…and I always do what I’m told.
Swiftly, I find him in the den. The television is on and there is a woman on the screen. She is smiling while talking about something just as a picture appears next to her head. It’s a baby. A baby girl I think.
“You see that son?” My father says in a way that has a deeper meaning that only he could understand. I nod even though I don’t truly understand what I’m seeing.
“That is our ticket to the kingdom. To own everything. The Barretta’s have had a bouncing baby girl and that means one thing… We are going to take their empire. You will learn their ways. You will train longer than her. You will become stronger than her. You will always be one step ahead of her. When the time is right…you will kill her.” His words send a shock of horror through me. I know that word. It means to die. He wants the baby on the screen to die and me to do it. To make her dead.
“I can’t! I don’t want to hurt a baby!” I cry. I know he will call me weak. That my tears will make him angry. I still can’t stop them from falling on my cheeks.
“Stop crying! You aren’t killing a baby. They wouldn’t let her out of their sight. No…you will watch and wait. When the time is right, and she’s alone, you will draw her out and secure your birth right. That throne should be ours. Their rotten family stole it from us!”
I know the stories he’s referring to. Our grandparents and the marriage-gone-wrong. My grandfather was supposed to marry her grandmother until she ran away to the Russians. I don’t remember all of the details. My mind istoo small and there are grown up things I am not allowed to know. I remember that she died while there. She left behind a son, the baby’s dad. I know that my father will stop at nothing to finish this war, once and for all.
Defeated, I sigh. “Okay, father. I will do it.”
The man smiled victoriously before his attention turns back to the television with an expression of contempt. I follow his sight and can’t help but feel the tug on my little heart while looking at the baby. She’s innocent. The idea of hurting a baby makes my stomach upset. I don’t want to. That’s all that I know.
The dream flutters and shifts to a memory I’ve bathed myself in many times. The cool bricks surround me in this quietly remote rubble that was once an impressive wing to our now modern mansion. The room is encompassed in overgrowth of vegetation that shelters me from the world. That is one of the reasons this place drew me in. I used to hide in here as a child. Escaping my duties and family. It wasn’t until years later that I found the purpose for why I kept returning. An old journal sits in my hands open and begging to be read. Like my own personal bible. A novel of pain, love, lust, and betrayal. Every page pulls you further into its storyline. Essentially, this book is a manual on how to love someone so hard that it hurts. That once you find it, you must do whatever is necessary to ensure their safety and happiness. Even if that comes at a personal sacrifice. A vow that is an honor to uphold and a death sentence if broken.
My father’s call in the distance causes me to jump just as the book falls from my grasp. Quickly, I recollect it before stowing away carefully in the metal box it was found in all those years ago. Leaving the quiet peace, I move in long strides, crossing the green that separates me and the impending chaos that is my father. Moments later, Ifind myself entering his office, but not before knocking first. There he sits at his mahogany desk, reading papers that leave his features in an emotion short of rage. I never know whether speaking first will result in punishments or belittlement for not taking charge when I’m the next Don.
“It's time,” is all he says, but I know the true meaning of his words.
The time has come to enter the next phase of my training. The entire reason for my existence these days. The heiress to the American Mafia. The next step in my training is to start watching her. To learn her inside and out. She is my biggest enemy and greatest conquest. For reasons, my father still refuses to unveil, she cannot be killed yet. What I have gathered is that my father is waiting for her mafia to be weakened. So my job now is to learn everything about her and be ready to kill her when the time strikes. With a nod I step forward and retrieve a paper from his stretched hand. Reading the address and details. I find that she will be at a park 30 minutes west of here and that she will be accompanied by her future advisors. I say advisor loosely as they are teenagers ranging from 13 to 16 years old. Excusing myself I collect my necessities and head out to meet a driver. The time passes quickly and before I know it, I arrive at my destination.
This part is easy, finding a good surveillance spot while staying undetected and setting up the tech wear to be able to hear from a long distance away. I receive a notification that they have arrived and are heading in my direction. From up in this tree I have the perfect vantage point. Movement catches my eye, and I instinctively duck my head. I hear low voices and movement beckoning me to look up. I watch as two boys around my age share in the responsibility of layingout a large blanket. Another boy comes into view, carrying a basket and speaking to someone behind him. Suddenly, there is a flash of blue and a frisbee is lodged just beside my head. My heart pounds as I flatten myself against the branch that supports my weight. I hear voices questioning the location of the Frisbee and without hesitation I knock it loose, hoping to not be seen and my cover blown. I readjust myself to lay on my stomach before finally looking back at my targets.
Little do I know that the next 60 seconds will change my life forever. First I hear a laugh that nearly stops my heart. Angelic and warm. Smooth and sweet. A noise I try to imprint on my brain before it is lost in the wind. I look further and am in awe. One of the boys says something with a toothie smile and she throws her head back. It’s like a siren call to my soul. A sound that is going to get me killed. My eyes dance over her raven hair that moves softly in the wind. Waves cascade softly in a way that begs to be touched. I take in the yellow flowery dress she wears and how it hugs every line of her body. I note the exposed skin of her shoulder and how it begs me to kiss it. I dampen my hormone ridden thoughts with my fathers words. She is the reason we will never have total control. Her family is evil, Blake. She must be destroyed for the safety of this family. His voice echoes in my mind but all I can focus on is how her words aren’t loud enough for my tech wear to pick up. Frustratedly, I moved farther out on to my perch in order to get a less disturbed signal. The sound does not improve and I find myself letting out a frustrated, “Fuck.”
