“Switch that off,” he growls. “You trying to burn our fucking eyes off?”
Domino huffs but listens. Then he props an arm on the window and pops his head inside, grinning cheekily.
“So, what were you two horny teenagers up to?” he taunts.
I groan inwardly. Domino couldn’t read a fucking room — or a van, in this case — if his life depended on it.
“I’ll roll up the window and trap you there,” Ghost snaps. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Domino rolls his eyes and smirks at me, shaking his head. “This guy’s no fun.”
“Don’t be a pain in the ass,” I mumble, still reeling from the earlier conversation.
“Okay, okay,” he sighs, then glares at Ghost. “Half the club went out looking for you. Both your phones are out of range, and we got word the cabin burned down. Bones isnotfucking happy. Actually, he’s furious. Murderous.”
He suddenly grins, all giddy. “He had to talk to Temperance’s ex, that Griffin guy. Seems he’s a fireman.”
He leans in further, voice dropping low like he’s sharing a secret. “Bones had to approve him for clubhouse parties in exchange for covering your asses.”
I blink. Ghost doesn’t say anything, but I see his eyebrows rise.
“Griffin would’ve covered for me anyway,” I mumble a few seconds later. Why didn’t I think of that earlier?
Domino snorts. “Yeah, don’t tell Bones that, Princess. You might give him a stroke.”
He taps the door with his hand. “Come on, you need to get back before the half of the club who stayed behind kills the stupid Italian and we end up with a new problem.”
“Why would they want to kill him?” I ask. “He just gave me information, nothing else.”
“He’s new,” Ghost growls, starting the engine. “He shouldn’t have stirred shit so soon after joining the club.”
Domino taps the door one more time and steps back. “Yeah, he shouldn’t have. Especially not with his fucking boss,” he says, then turns and walks away.
I cross my arms and glare. “I would’ve never found out about the tracker otherwise.” I point an accusing finger at Ghost. “You wouldn’t have told me!”
“I would have,” he murmurs, pulling the van out of the turnout. “Eventually.”
Eventually, my ass.
When we drive over the bridge, my heart rate spikes, but it settles as soon as Ghost gives my hand a quick squeeze. Just a moment, but it’s enough.
It feels like I’ve closed a painful chapter, even if I can already see the shadows lingering at the edges of my mind. It won’t be long now before they try to break in. In my loneliness, they are the most powerful.
30. Truth
Ghost
She doesn’t say another word all the way to the clubhouse, and I don’t either. She needs to process, and I need to fight the destruction inside me. To keep the cracks from becoming craters.
The one good thing out of tonight was finding out that shitstain Bowie didn’t force himself on her. That fucking question has kept me awake at night more times than I can count, ever since she told me her side of the story in the hospital.
The moment I put the van in park, she gets out without sparing me a look.
Fuck, did I share too much? Maybe I should’ve kept my mouth shut about the guards. Maybe she thinks I’m broken beyond help now. Maybe she sees me just as worthless as I feel. Maybe—
My rising panic halts when I round the van and see her standing there, waiting for me. Her shoulders lift with a deep breath as her eyes find mine.
“Thank you for answering my questions,” she says quietly. “For telling me the truth.”
