Now she’s exhausted, and I need to leave before I do something really fucking stupid.
24
GHOST
I stareat the black and white video image on my phone, watching Camile and Rook intently.
I’m not near the compound right now, having taken some guys out to search for our missing shipment and our two missing men, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have access to what’s going on there.
I’m currently parked on a road, waiting to hear if anyone has a clue where our men might be. The shipment was hijacked on its way from the southern states—those with less stringent gun laws—to New York state. They got jacked when they were only an hour or so from our compound, which is concerning. The plan had been to sort the weapons and then move them on into Canada for a sister club, but now these fuckers, the Iron Revenants MC, have them.
Boundaries and territory are respected in our world, so the fact these fuckers must have come onto ours, even if only by a bit, is a blatant sign that they’re going to cause more trouble. Bikerclubs don’t only have their actual compound as their territory but clearly marked out land around it. The fact these bastards even pitched their club so close to ours was bad enough, but making excursions into territory we’ve claimed and taking our shipment is a whole other level.
I’ve got two guys riding around the area searching for any sign of them, and I’m hiding out on this layby so I can watch the main road. I’m keeping an ear out on the police dispatch, too, for any news that might pertain to our missing men. If the truck was taken with the weapons, then the guys might be being held by the rival club, but they might be injured somewhere, or worse, left for dead. My truck engine is switched off, and the bed at the back has some soft blankets on the floor, and a cover, in case I have to transport injured men back to the base.
My gaze is drawn back to my phone screen.
I’d wondered if Jack remembered about the cameras in the house when I’d suggested that Camile stay in that one, but it appears not. It was several months ago, and a lot has happened since then. If he does remember, he hasn’t said a word to me, but perhaps he’s just distracted.
Jack had requested I install security cameras in the house when we’d been planning for Normie to live at the compound. He’s a lawyer by trade, and in Jack’s opinion, you can never completely trust a lawyer, especially not one who has a liking for money and women. We already knew he was corrupt—he wouldn’t be much use to us if he was a straight shooting kinda guy—and Jack wasn’t one hundred percent sure he could trust him, hence the cameras. Normie had then argued that it didn’t look good for him to be living at the compound, and that he needed to live in town to keep up appearances. We agreed but made sure we installed cameras in thetownhouse as well. As it turns out, Normie is completely trustworthy—if you’re on our side, anyway—and we removed the townhouse cameras, but I think Jack completely forgot about the ones in the house at the compound.
I didn’t, though, and now I’m making good use of them.
On my phone, I’m able to switch screens, moving from one part of the house to another, watching the kitchen, the living room, the porch, the bedroom, hell, even the fucking bathroom. And won’t that one be fun when she takes a bath or a shower, not that I’d watch, I tell myself, even as I feel the urge to do just that.
I’ve accessed the camera that offers a view of the living room for now. It’s positioned high in the corner, so it covers the entire area, except for the spot directly beneath it.
Camile is sitting on the couch with Rook.
Don’t you fucking try anything,I try to warn him through telepathy alone. I like Rook, and if he ends up screwing Camile on the couch, he’s gonna put me in that difficult position of whether I tell Jack or not.
As much as I hate to admit it to myself, there’s a small part of me that wants him to do it. The thought of watching Camile getting fucked makes me so hard. How would they do it? Would he get her completely naked, or screw her half-dressed? Would he pull her onto his lap, or bend her over the couch and take her doggy style?
The thought of watching them should make me feel sick, but it gives me an odd little thrill and makes my heart beat faster. It seems that spying on Camile has become my new favorite pastime.
I know this is wrong. I’m supposed to be focused onour missing gun shipment and our two missing men, and instead I’m glued to what I hope will become my own little private porno.
Fuck, I’m messed up.
I tell myself I’m doing my job because, until the two scouts I sent off on their bikes report back, I’m better waiting here to see if anyone passes on the main road, the only one between us and the other biker club.
While I wait, glancing at my phone doesn’t hurt, and I need to keep an eye on things, right? Jack has warned everyone to keep their hands off Camile, and here is our prospect looking like he can’t think of anything else. Not that I’m much better, but I’m not actually touching her. Maybe I’m picturing what it would be like… or maybe I prefer to watch like a fucking creep.
No, I’m doing my job. This is for her safety, too.
Rook looks like he’s thinking of kissing her, but then she stifles a yawn with the back of her hand and Rook gets to his feet.
“Good boy,” I say to the phone.
Camile gets up, too, and she walks him out of the room. I switch camera views on my phone, taking me to the one in the entrance hall. They stop at the front door, and Camile throws her arms around Rook’s neck and hugs him.
My breath catches in my chest. Rook freezes for a moment, as though he doesn’t know how to react—or more likely, he’s running over what Jack would say in his head—but then he softens and ducks his face down to bury it against her hair.
In that moment, it’s like I’ve become Rook, and I swear I feel the softness of those strands and inhale thecoconut scent of her myself. It feels so real, it gives me a jolt.
The two of them separate, and Rook throws her one final, longing look over his shoulder before leaving the house.
Camile shuts the door behind him and presses her back to it. Her eyes slip shut, and I wonder what she’s thinking. Is she thinking about Rook? Is she wondering if she should have asked him to stay? But she’s a good girl, and she wouldn’t want to get him in trouble. Or perhaps it’s because she fooled around with Ace earlier that she’s thinking she shouldn’t also start something with Rook.
