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“So you’re okay to do this trip?”
I frown at the question. “Yeah. I wouldn’t have agreed if I didn’t think I could do it. And what are the chances I’ll get kidnapped twice?”
Aria’s eyes go wide as a loud laugh bursts from her lips. “I wasn’t expecting that response, but I guess that’s a good point. I’m glad you’re all right, Cassidy.”
“Yeah, me too. And I’m glad you called when you did. I was starting to get a little stir-crazy being at home.”
“Are you not close with your parents?” Her brows dip in concern, which surprises me.
“The opposite. Pretty damn close, but I’m not used to being home so much anymore, and with all the bruises and stuff,” I point to myself. “They were hovering and doting. That’s nice. Up to a point.”
We share a laugh. The moment is light and free, and then Aria’s office door flies open, startling us both. We both turn to the door to see Ghost standing there, looking like a madman. His white-blond hair is sticking up, his eyes are crazed, and he’s breathing heavily like he ran to Morgan International.
“Monica,” he growls, pulling out a gun. “Where the fuck is Monica?”
Aria looks like a gorgeous, pink ball of fury with her hands fisted at her hips. “Are you high? You must be to come here alone looking for someone who isn’t here. Go now, and maybe you’ll live to see the sunrise.”
Ghost steps inside the office, his gaze scanning the room like we might have whoever the fuck Monica is hidden in a corner or something.
“Just tell me where she is, and I’ll leave without hurting either of you.” His gaze lands on me, menacing but somehow gleeful. “Again.”
“Asshole,” I spit out.
He keeps coming toward us, but more accurately, toward Aria, probably because he realized too late that I’m nothing to theReckless Souls MC. “I’m looking for Monica. Fuck, Brooke. That’s who I’m looking for.” He’s close enough now to be a real threat, and I step between him and Aria.
“Brooke? What do you want with my assistant?” Her confusion means Lucky and Diesel didn’t tell her about my suspicion.
“She’s not here,” I say instead, putting my hand on his chest.
“Get the fuck out of my way,” he growls before slamming me with a gut punch.
I fall to my knees because, goddamn, that fucker can hit hard. “She’s. Not. Here.”
“I’m not talking to you, bitch.” He pushes me hard just as I make it to my feet, sending me back down.
I really hate this motherfucker.
Ghost grabs Aria by the hair, and she screams. “Let me go,” she shouts. “I already called Lucky, so you better get the fuck out of here.”
Ghost grins, tightening his grip on her hair and yanking her backward. “I don’t give a shit. Just tell me where Monica is.”
“I don’t know,” she answers with wide eyes, full of fear, when he presses his gun to her temple.
“Wrong answer, biker slut.” He laughs and drags Aria around the room. “I should wait until he gets here and shoot you right in front of him.” That sinister laugh that still haunts my nightmares bounces off the walls of Aria’s spacious office. “Or maybe I’ll let you watch me kill lover boy, and then I’ll kill you.”
I pull out my piece and get to my feet slowly.
“Drop the fucking gun,” I say, aiming at his head.
“Cassidy, don’t,” Aria pleads with me, tears forming in her eyes.
“Yeah, listen to the princess here before I do worse to you this time around.” He’s laughing again, and if I never fucking hear that laugh again, it’ll be too soon.
“You and what army?” I taunt, smiling even though my hand is shaking. I grip the trigger and inhale slowly.
“Just me, bitch.” He releases his grip on Aria’s hair, flinging her toward the wall as he charges in my direction.
I exhale with my gun pointing at him, taking a step back since he’s closing the distance quicker than I realize, and squeeze the trigger. Once. Twice.
