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She nodded against him, knowing her reaction must be scaring him. Everything was starting to catch up with her. She’d been running on pure adrenaline, but now she was starting to fade fast. “They’re coming, Ghost.”
“Good, baby doll. You did good.” He kissed the top of her head.
They waited in the gangway, the whole time she couldn’t keep her hands off him. She needed to touch him.
About fifteen minutes later they heard the distant roar of several bikes approaching. They staggered out together into the street, and three bikes came to a stop, followed by a panel van. Hammer, Griz and JJ were on the bikes, and Heavy was in the van.
Griz was off his bike in a flash, grabbing Ghost to him. “You scared the shit outta me, bro. What the fuck happened? We found Yammer by the gate. He’s not sure what hit him.”
“Death Heads. They’re after Jessie. Get us the fuck out of here, before they come back.”
Griz put his arm around Ghost and led him to the van. Hammer approached Jessie.
“You okay, darlin’?” he asked softly, studying her face.
“I’m fine.”
Hammer put a hand on her back and guided her to the van.
***
It was late that night when Ghost finally rode them back to his place, escorted by two of his brothers who stuck around long enough to check the place over, then left with a nod, their bikes roaring off down the road.
As Jessie’s eyes followed their fading taillights, Ghost grunted, “You don’t feel safe, I can get them back.”
She turned to look at him, and shook her head. “It’s fine.”
“Is it, Jess? Cause tonight changed everything. They know you’re here in town. They came for you. It’s a whole new ballgame now.”
She nodded. “I suppose it is.”
He stared at her a moment as if trying to come to a decision, then jerked his head. “Come on. I want to show you something.”
He moved around the side of the building, and she followed. Instead of moving toward the terrace, like she’d expected, he moved off toward the adjacent vacant land. It was part field, part wild bushes, and part overgrown underbrush. They walked through the knee-high grass some distance until they got to a tree line where he stopped beside a fallen log.
“See this?”
She nodded, wondering why in the world he’d bring her out here to show her a log.
He knelt down, dug around under some brush, and came up with what looked like a canvas backpack. Flipping it open, he pulled out a 9mm.
“Its got a full magazine. All you have to do is take the safety off. Aim and shoot.”
She glanced around. “You think they’ll come here?”
“Maybe.”
She knew he was being honest with her, giving it to her straight, but that honesty was doing nothing to reassure her.
“They do, and something happens…in a way where I can’t help you, you get out and get here.”
She understood what that hesitation in his explanation meant. That ‘something’ being something happening to him, as in them killing him.
“Ghost—”
“They come, they’ll have to go through me, Jess. But I want you prepared. Just in case you’re on your own.”
She looked down at the gun in his hand and hugged herself. She couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to him.
