Shit, shit, shit. I can’t lose her. I’d rather cut my own cock off and feed it to the turtle than hand her over to Jack.
Ghost moves on. “Anyway, that’s in the future. Right now, we’ve got to focus on getting her back, because if she’s not even here, you can’t all fight over her.”
I narrow my eyes. “Don’t exclude yourself from that. You talk about how Jack looks at her? I’ve seen the way you do, too. I mean…” I swallow hard. “You could join us one time. You might like it.”
His jaw works, and he gives me a disgusted look.
“Or just watch,” I add quickly. “I take orders like a good boy, and I know Rook does, and I’d bet Camile would love to have you tell her what to do. Imagine it now, you’re directing it all like a conductor, and we are the instruments you’re playing.”
My cock jerks at the thought. I guess I’ve always known I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. More the merrier, I say.
He clears his throat, but it sounds more like a growl. “Fucking focus, Ace.”
“Fine,” I mumble. “Okay, password. What should we try first?”
“One, two, three, four.” Ghost’s answer is immediate.
“No one uses that, surely?”
“You’d be surprised.”
I try it, and it doesn’t work.
“What about ‘password’,” I suggest.
Ghost plugs it in, but that’s a nope, too. We try hisdate of birth. The name of his ex-girlfriend, who he talks about all the time, although I don’t even believe she’s real. I think the woman is a figment of his imagination. They don’t work either. We leave it for a while, so we don’t get locked out, and then try his friend. The name of the barmaid with the maybe-fake, maybe-real tits. I recall that he’s into Star Trek, so we go through some characters, but come up short each time.
I grimace. “If this is the easy way, I don’t want to see the hard way.”
“You’re about to.” Ghost stands and gestures for me to follow.
We head to the rear of the property where he pushes open a door to reveal a room full of computers and screens.
“Holy fuck.” I whistle. “Is this where you watch us all from? Like a god watching his creations?”
The glance he gives me is loaded with something I can’t name. “If you want me to be your god, Ace, I can.”
I swallow and look away. What the fuck is happening? I’m not into guys, but the idea of Ghost telling me and Rook exactly what to do with Camile, and how, has me all hot and bothered.
“Ha, ha,” I say with a forced laugh.
“Fucking focus, then. If you don’t want to feel uncomfortable, stop yanking my chain.”
“Yes, boss.” I mock salute him, and he scowls, and suddenly we’re back on safe ground.
Thank fuck.
Two whole hours later, and we are finally,finally,into the phone, and as I stare at the messages, Ghost picks up his own cell and makes a call.
“Jack?” he says. “You’re going to want to see this.”
4
CAMILE
Ledgerand his two buddies have left me alone for the moment.
Other than a few sexual threats, and Ledger putting his filthy hand on my breast, he hasn’t touched me again, and for that, I’m grateful. What I’m not grateful for is that before he left, he shoved that disgusting rag back in my mouth.
