26Ghost had his legs placed on the table as he listened half-assedly to the men who seemed engrossed in their conversation.It was supposed to be a four-man meeting. But he hasn't said as much as a word since he arrived here — It was one of Don Carianno's condos — he couldn't proudly say he was listening either. Not until someone swatted his feet with a folded paper."Take them down, Ghost. This table cost me a fortune." Don Carianno said with a bit of irritation. "And would you please, show a bit of interest here?"Ghost took down his feet with a sigh. "I can't. I just can't seem to develop any shitty interest in this conversation. I'm flatly sitting it out,""Why not?" Don Carianno puckered his brow. A ring of smoke covered his face from the cigarette between his fingers."Because it's fucking stupid and pissing me off. So what if the Chinese Mafia lost a man in the underground fights? So what if the Triads are mad and reeling with anger? We didn't kill him. It was just a fucking a
27"I don't bloody care," Camilla seethed, tugging her arm off his hold. "Ghost wouldn't tell me his address, so I can't visit him at home. And he's been avoiding my calls. So I'm sorry, but this meeting is over. I need to talk to him."Don Carianno stood and went to her. Calmly, he said. "Camilla, have some bloody manners, please. This is a meeting. Now, you're welcome to wait for him in any of the rooms in the building but not in here,""You caused all these, Don Carianno. Why the hell did you give that bitch to him?" Camilla retorted. Bratty, as always."It's just for two weeks. What's the big deal?" Don Carianno tried reasoning with her. Camilla wasn't just any Mafioso's daughter. Her father, Riccardo Dante was a big shot caller in the Mafia world. It gave her more rights to throw silly tantrums than any daughters of the Mafiosos. If only Ghost wasn't always trying to upset her. If only he'd learn how to treat her right."Ghost hasn't touched me after the day he returned. It's bee
28."I don't know what to do about that broad, bro. She's gonna mess up my life if I don't do something about her," Ghost grumbled, squeezing his eyes shut briefly. "I don't understand. Didn't the boss permit you to have her for two weeks? What are you so worked up about?""That sick permission. It's gonna be my doom!" Ghost was all shades pissed, and he badly needed to vent it all out. It was boiling up in him. "You lost me," Scar said after seconds of trying to make sense of his words but couldn't. He ordered another drink instead. The night might just be a long one, so they needed as many drinks as they could get. Ghost sighed, taking a deep breath. He had to explain in simpler terms. He needed Scar to understand what mess was going on in his head."You know how I got addicted to killing?" Ghost puffed, turning his head in Scar's direction, trying to clear him. "Slit a man's throat, and it felt fucking exciting. Had the urge to do it again, and Don Carianno passed the next vict
29"Grazie (Italian for " thank you"). The random Italian man smiled at Ciara as she placed his drinks on his table. He had a girl with him, and her head rested on his shoulders as she beamed at Ciara too.Feeling weird, Ciara nodded nervously and strolled back to the counter. She got behind it, taking a few seconds' break. The hushed whispers of her co-workers infiltrated her ears — they were going off about her again. She threw them a glance, and they fell quiet, avoiding her gaze and pretending to be busy.Weird. They never avoided her gaze. On the contrary, they always blasted her for making eye contact with them, and if she looked a second longer, they're gonna walk up to her and hit her face. It's always been that way.But lately, they've been acting very differently. Not just them. Everyone else. Imagine serving a drink and getting thanked for it. That's never happened since she came to work in the bar.They usually blast her, and some uncouth bastards would go as far as grab
"Where are you taking me?" Ciara's voice grew into a panic as she asked for the umpteenth time since they left the hideout.As usual, Sergio said no words. He hasn't said a thing since they got inside his car. His right hand held the steering, and the other hand held a gun, pointed at Ciara, who was seated on the passenger's seat. Just in case she makes any funny movements.Ciara glanced out the window, and there was nothing but endless lines of trees and abandoned buildings. It was a track road that had the most eerie sound. Where was he taking her?He stepped on the gas, increasing his speed, and Ciara had to struggle to keep her heart from sinking in fear. Tears flowed ceaselessly down her eyes. She fisted her skirt, muttering endless prayers to the Moon Goddess.She might have never been a religious girl and most times, questioned the existence of the goddess. But right now, she was a firm believer, and she needed a supernatural intervention to save her from the claws of the beast
"Jason," Giveon mumbled, with a slight tremor in his voice. The situation just got worse with him showing up here."Jason? That's not– that's not Jason," Ciara muttered back, shivering in fear and latching on tighter to Giveon. "That's the vicious Capo of the Cariannos. You warned me about him at the nightclub, remember?""It's a bit more complicated than that, Ciara. But that guy right there? That's Jason," Giveon repeated firmly.Ciara gasped. "What?" Glancing back at him and seeing that his cold eyes were fixed on her made her forcefully swallow her saliva, almost choking on it. Is that really — Jason?Ghost, pissed and raged, stepped away from his car with Scar trailing behind him. He barely noticed the men as his gaze was on Ciara. Her forehead was bruised, visible proof that she had just been manhandled. And who else would do that if not Sergio?!His menacing steps led him to where Sergio was standing. "Ghost, dude," Sergio began with a nervous chuckle as he approached him. "th
Ghost was struggling to control himself as her scent flooded his nostrils, seeping into his body, springing up a rage of desire in him. Nothing would be more appealing than pinning her back against that goddamned car and fucking the shit out of her. Fucking her down to her bloody release and licking it up. Setting her insides ablaze with his hungry cock. If only it was that simple. If only he could put away the crazy 'what ifs' and just indulge what he was feeling for her.But he couldn't. All he could do right now was cloud his need with a bit of an aggressive attitude. "Well, tough shit. You belong to the Mafia. To us…" He so badly wanted to say 'to me,' but it would seem too possessive, and he surely didn't want her to detect the raging feelings he was grooming for her.Letting her go was the right thing to do. She seemed to have lost someone special, and she had loved ones waiting for her. And there was no certainty that she would be safe after the two weeks Don Carianno gave.
The clanking of the chains synched with the deep, piercing cry of the man swinging from it. The room was pitch dark, with no trace of light. The man was stark naked, had brutal gashes running from his face down to his body, and his face was swollen beyond recognition. He was a horrid sight, and his cries were growing weaker with each fleeting second.Ghost sat a few inches across him, fiddling with the gun in his hands. His expression was darker than usual, and something about the continuous whimpering of the man irked him."You wanna know what you did wrong, Rasta?" He asked with a gruff, looking up at the man dangling from the chains."Ye–ye – yes," Rasta mumbled amidst his whimpering. He could barely form the words as his lips were badly swollen."Mehnn, I don't know either. You could say I was bored, needed a bit of entertainment, and you were the perfect choice," Ghost taunted with a chuckle — a hoarse, throaty chuckle."Please…" Rasta cried out, taking fast and shallow breaths.