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“Thanks for watching us play tonight,” she said, letting me know this conversation was done.
“I’ll be back to see more soon.”
I watched them walk away, my attention on her ass and my mind stuck on what made her tick. She wanted what I wanted. I just had to figure out what was holding her back.
Ghost sat down across from Nitro and me at the prison the next day, and with one look at him, I knew this was going to be a hard conversation. And probably not one that would get us anywhere.
He glared at Nitro. “King sent you to do his dirty work?”
Nitro clenched his jaw. “How are you, brother?”
Ghost raised a brow. “Are you asking because you genuinely care, or is it the kind of question you ask to break the ice before you try to fuck a man in the ass?”
Nitro shoved his fingers through his hair and then rested his elbows on the table separating us from Ghost. “When the fuck have I ever tried to screw you over, Ghost?”
Ghost continued to glare at him while we all sat in silence. Finally he blew out a long breath. “Always a first time for everything, especially when the feds are breathing down the club’s neck.”
“So you know about that?” Nitro asked.
“Yeah, they came to see me a couple of weeks ago.”
“And?”
Ghost didn’t answer him but rather, glanced at me. “Who are you?”
Nitro cut in. “It doesn’t matter who the fuck he is, answer my question.”
The dark eyes I was staring into flared with anger, and again he said, “Who are you?”
“Devil,” I answered.
“You been a member for long?”
“Seven years.”
He leant back in his seat, stretching his legs out in front of him, his arms crossed over his chest. To anyone not part of this conversation, he would have looked casual, but I saw the tension that had settled in him. “So you joined a few years after they fucked me over.”
“Fuck,” Nitro bit out. “No one fucked you over, Ghost. When are you gonna let that shit go?”
Ghost’s anger came to life and he pushed out of his chair, slamming his fist on the table. “When are you gonna see King for the motherfucker he is, Nitro? He’s had you on that fucking leash for years, ready to do his dirty work whenever he says so.”
Nitro shot out of his seat, a matching look of fury on his face. Before he could lose his shit, though, I stood too and placed my hand against his chest. Pushing him back, I cautioned, “Brother, this isn’t the time. Sit down and let’s get what we came for before the guards kick us out.”
His lips pressed together and his eyes cut to mine. After a few deep breaths, he nodded and stepped down.
I turned to Ghost. “Sit the fuck down. You need to hear what we have to say.”
He stood his ground. “I don’t need to do jack.”
“Yeah, you do,” Nitro said. “For Ashlyn’s sake.”
Whoever Ashlyn was, she meant something to Ghost, because his face clouded over with menace. “You fucking touch her and I swear to fucking God you’ll live to regret that decision.”
“You give us what we need and I won’t go near her. The decision is in your hands.”
“Motherfucker,” Ghost muttered before dragging the seat back to the table and sitting. “I fucking gave Storm everything and this is the way you repay me.”
Nitro and I sat. He shook his head. “No, we looked after you, but you chose to walk away and be a cunt about it all.”
