“Stop it, Jasmine. Stop fighting. It’s just me.”
I froze.
Wait a second.
I recognize that voice.
The world tilted around me before I found myself staring up at the sky. Everything hurt. I was so fucking confused. But when I turned my head to the left, there he was. With that mask over his face and everything.
“Ghost?” I whispered out.
He peered down at me before we ascended out of a ditch. “Stay quiet. I don’t know if there’s more..”
I wanted to ask, ‘more of what?’ But I knew how to read a room. I whimpered as I curled against him, shocked that he could even pick me up in the first place. Most men just wobbled with me for a while before putting me back down.
My hips always attracted until men realized how heavy they actually were.
The world sort of passed in a blur until I was plopped down onto a seat of some sort. There was no back. There was no front. At least, there wasn’t a front until he sat in front of me andbecamethe front. And it wasn’t until the engine struck up with vibrations pouring all around me that I realized…we were on his motorcycle.
No.
Ooooh, no, no, no.
“Hang on to me as tightly as you can,” he said as he tilted us to the side. “We’re not stopping until we’re back at the clubhouse.”
I wanted to ask him what the hell he was talking about. Clubhouse? However, when he pushed off down the road, the bike taking off in a fury, I yelped a bit as I wrapped my arms around his waist. I tucked myself against his back, pressing my face in the groove between his shoulder blades. My nails dug into his shirt. My legs shivered around him as I slid up against him, my pencil skirt practically rolling up my legs. The tightness ofthe unforgiving seam made my thighs buckle and ache, but not nearly as much as my head and my hip.
FFFFFWHIP!
Holy fuck, something whizzed by my head.
“Hang on!” Ghost growled as the engine beneath my body revved.
I managed to peer over my shoulder, only to see the outlines of two men standing next to the ditch we just crawled out of. Oh god. He meant… more men.
How the hell did he find me?
“Hang on,” he growled as he swerved his bike left and right, dodging the bullets flying our way.
We turned a dark corner and sped off into the night down a road I didn’t recognize.
13
GHOST
I fucking knew it.
I knew that if I sat around long enough, something would happen. And now, something did happen.
I had to get her back to the clubhouse where she’d be safe.
Cap and the rest of the guys were already waiting for us. I knew I should have never taken that goddamn food run. I can’t for the life of me figure out why the fuck I didn’t bring food with me, but I figured that McDonalds was only a mile up the road. There and back in a jiffy.
Now I couldn’t stop wondering if someone had eyes on me as well.
Did they see me leave my post?
Is that why she was attacked?
