"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.
34 With the speed of lighting, Ghost was up and had rounded the table, slamming Sergio's head on the table and keeping it down firmly with his hand, squashing it against the rough surface of the table. "If I say tread carefully, you should know it's about to get fucking dirty, asshole!" Ghost rasped, taking out a dagger and impaling it right into Sergio's thigh. He let out a thunderous yell, struggling with all his strength to break free from Ghost. But he could only try. He was no match for Ghost's steel-like hold, especially when he was in such a monstrous mood. "The only reason this dagger isn't cutting off your fucking cock is because you didn't fuck her. I made sure to ask before coming down here." "What the fuck is your problem, man?! She's just a slut!" Sergio cried out, still squirming. His leg was oozing blood. "Now, that's where you're wrong," Ghost breathed out rashly, grabbing a handful of Sergio's hair. "She's not a slut. Not 'your' slut. She's mine." "Yours? What t
35."I don't get it, man. Why did I have to come with you?" Scar asked as he stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut. "Because I need you. Ciara is a fucking, unstable werewolf and a pain in the arse. I need your help to keep her down and keep myself sane. Or she just might drive me nuts." Ghost retorted as he locked the car with his key.He slipped his hands into his pockets, taking coordinated steps on the path that led into the building. They got to the elevator and he pressed the button."I still don't get it." Scar shook his head, after a while of thinking. "What exactly will I be doing? I mean, if you're gonna be fucking her…" He paused, grinning sheepishly.Ghost frowned at the smirk on his face. "What?""I think I finally do get it." Scar chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows. "Get what?""You wanna do a threesome? Want me to join in your hot fuck session that might go down tonight?""Have you lost your goddamn mind?" Ghost seethed, clenching his fist."Dude, it was a joke.
36. Scar scoffed in disbelief, moving closer to Ghost. Surely, he must be kidding when he said those words."Dude, you can't push her that way. What if she does it?""Go wait outside, Scar." Ghost ordered, refusing to look at him. He needed some bit of privacy to handle her."You sure?" Scar was hesitant, and he glanced at Ciara who had the knife still aimed at her wrist. There was no telling if she was really gonna do it or not. But Ghost was certainly not handling the situation rightly either. They both seemed to have lost the better part of their senses and leaving them alone would be detrimental. Still, he could never defy Ghost's orders. No matter how unreasonable they were."Take it easy, man. Please." It was all Scar could say before leaving the apartment. "So what's it gonna be?" Ghost cleared his throat, strutting further into the room. He was keeping his distance from her, but he was alert. Just in case she tries to jump out the window or do one of her crazy, wolfy shit.
37The first few stirs from her sleep and Ciara was feeling the heavy rays from the sun beating on her face. With a tug, she pulled the duvet up to her chest. Her hair was tousled on her face, and she sleepily ran her fingers through them. Sitting up, she took a glance around the bedroom. Having a few seconds of relapse, she wondered where she was. But then she recalled and let out a mournful sigh.Dread rushed through her nerves as she checked her side. To her relief, he wasn't next to her. And she didn't feel like he had done anything to her last night. It was both relieving and unnerving. He'd boldly admitted that he was gonna make her his plaything. Didn't he mean sex, or was there another hidden meaning to it?The noisy water-flushing sound from the bathroom almost got her jumping off the bed. Just then, she sniffed up the intense scent of his cologne and almost went into a panic.He stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, and another raking through h
38"Not without my permission?" Ciara repeated. It sounded too good to be true. His boss did rape her and he seemed like he would too when he took the knife from her and viciously stated his intentions to her face.She had expected the worst from him last night. Till this moment, she still couldn't believe that he didn't touch her. "Yeah." Ghost nodded. His lips stretched into an almost smile. "Sounds unbelievable, right?""Yeah. You said you were gonna make me your plaything. You made that clear —""Yeah, I did. But I need your consent for that." He said.Ciara arched her brow. He chuckled briskly, brushing his fingers over her neck. She sucked in a harsh breath at his touch. "Let me rephrase that…you need to beg me to fuck you, for me to do it.""What?" It was funny and ridiculous. She never begged anyone in her life to fuck her. Except Ryder. Why the hell did he think she would? "I'll never do that…""Yes, you will. I'll make sure of that. And it's only at that point that I can t