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Lucky steps forward, and Ghost laughs. “Oh, big man here is mad I fucked up his bitch. Don’t worry, I didn’t hurt her. Only roughed her up a bit.” He laughs again, but when Lucky balls his meaty hand into a fist, the asshole flinches.
Then Lucky laughs, stepping in front of the chair next to Ghost, snatching off the hood covering Brooke’s head. “Only roughed her up, is that right?”
Brooke’s head snaps up, eyes wide and frantic as she takes in her surroundings, looking to see where all her hard work has gotten her. She mumbles behind the duct tape I strapped across her big fucking mouth myself. I took care of her when Lucky updated me on what he found out about Brooke, also known as Monica Sanchez.
“Babe.” Ghost snaps his head to the side to look at her with wide eyes full of fear. “Babe, fucking look at me.”
Brooke turns to him, and she’s got real fear in her dark eyes. I can see the moment reality sinks into her thick skull, the moment she realizes Ghost won’t be saving her because he’s right beside her.
“You okay?” His question is frantic, and that’s when I realize he didn’t just use her to spy on us. He actually cares about her.
She nods, but the fear doesn’t leave her eyes. We haven’t hurt her. Not yet.
He turns to Lucky and then me before he shifts his attention to Ace. “You won’t get shit out of me. Do whatever you want to me, but I don’t have shit to say to you.” He smiles again, but it’s dimmer because we have his woman.
“I don’t need you to talk,” Ace tells him in that voice that says he has ice water coursing through his veins. “I already know everything I need to know.”
“Good,” he spits out. “Because I won’t talk. You can torture me, and I won’t talk. Kill me, and I’ll die knowing that my boys will retaliate.” He goes on and on, puffing himself up because he’s fucking terrified.
Ace steps forward and backhands him. “Do you ever shut the fuck up? All you do is talk, talk, talk.” The words roar out of Ace, echoing around the cement room.
Brooke, or Monica, squeals behind the duct tape.
“I don’t want shit from you, Ghost. I don’t need shit from you or your soon-to-be-deadboys.” Ace flashes a terrifying smile that shuts Ghost up. “I know where your stash houses are, where youkeep your money, and most of all, who you do business with. I know who your enemies are.”
“Then what the fuck is this?” Ghost is rocking frantically in his chair, trying to dislodge the zip ties around his wrists and ankles.
I move in closer, stopping behind Brooke and letting my hands curl around the back of the chair. A clear threat that Ghost quickly recognizes.
“Hey, what the fuck man? She’s got nothing to do with this.”
“Doesn’t she?” I snarl and yank her chair backward, making her scream. “You used her to kidnap Cassidy. Right?” I can’t fucking believe I didn’t listen to Cassidy, that I brushed off her concerns, her very real fears about this bitch.
Ghost snarls, “She’s not even your bitch, so what the fuck do you care?”
I grip Brooke’s hair and pull her head back. “Wrong answer, asshole.”
“Look, she was only supposed to get info about the MC. But your bitch shot one of my guys, and plans changed.” He laughs. “Can’t blame me for having a little fun.”
“Fun?” Lucky shouts, holding his hand out for the dagger that belongs to Ace. Lucky takes a step forward, gripping Ghost’s hair and holding him in place while plunging the dagger deep into his side. “Now,that’sfucking fun.”
Ghost screams in pain, letting out quick, shallow breaths to stop the pain. He laughs, rolling his eyes as if the pain is nothing. “Leave her out of it.” He struggles, but Lucky’s grip is tight.
I laugh. “You want us to leave a spy out of it? A woman who gave private company information to the enemy. Who pretended to be on the up and up and put an innocent person in danger?”
“She only did what I asked her to,” he says, gesturing at his woman. “You did good, baby.”
“I think your skanky little bitch has a lot to do with it.”
Ghost can’t hide his grunt when Lucky slowly pulls the blade from his side, blood seeping out and dripping around their feet. “That’s for scaring my woman,” he growls, plunging the dagger right into the bullet hole Cassidy put through him and yanking it out quickly.
This time, he doesn’t hold back the anguished roar. “Fuck!”
“That’s right, motherfucker,” Lucky growls. “Feel that shit.” He chuckles, and it turns into a laugh. “You don’t like it much, do ya?”
He shrugs. “Fuck you. Fuck all of you. Let her go, and let’s get on with this shit.”
“Let her go?” I ask when Lucky smacks the dagger in my palm. “Yeah, we’ll let her go, Ghost. Right now.” My hand tightens on Brooke’s hair, and she’s squirming and wiggling as if that’ll make a damn bit of difference.
