All Chapters of Beneath The Mask: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Prince’s POVI sit here, gripping the ball of metal tightly, keeping it hidden. My mind races as I try to think of a way out of this mess. We need to talk, to figure out what we can offer these people to make this stop. Everyone has a price. It’s just a matter of finding out what it is.“We need to consider what we’re willing to offer them,” I say, my voice steady. Ghost looks at me, his expression unreadable.“Nothing. We don’t give in to people like this,” he says flatly.Is he serious? “Ghost, we have no way out. If this plan of yours fails, we may need to negotiate. Everyone has a price,” I insist, leaning forward slightly. He stares at me like I’m crazy, but I know I’m not. “Let’s not go ahead with your plan just yet. Let’s try negotiating first, right?”“No,” Ghost snaps, shaking his head.“Why not? What’s the problem with negotiating to get free?” I ask, frustration rising in my chest. It’s like he’s dead set on fighting his way out, even when it doesn’t make sense. Sure, Ghost

Ghost’s POV All I see is red. The moment Prince grabs the first guy, I lunge at the other three, fists swinging wildly. Every punch is fueled by pure, unfiltered rage—at them, at myself. The look in Prince’s eyes when they revealed their plan replays in my mind like a cursed loop, driving me forward. I have to get us out. I have to stop this. A punch lands hard against my jaw, making me stumble back, but I recover quickly. Reaching out, I snatch a knife from one of them, the sharp edge gleaming as I swing it without hesitation. The blade sinks into a guy’s arm, and he howls in pain. My other hand moves instinctively, gripping another guy by the hair. With all the strength I can muster, I slam his head into the wall, the sickening crack echoing in the room. “STOP!” a voice shouts behind me, but I don’t stop. I can’t. The adrenaline is too much, the need to fight overwhelming. I swing the knife again, aiming to take another one down. “Stop, or he’s dead!” The words cut through the ch

Prince’s POV I stand there, confused, frozen in place. I was ready for them to come at me—ready for the punches, the kicks, the inevitable abuse they’d try to use to break me. I braced myself for it. But instead, they’re going for Ghost. Why? Normally, they’d beat you into submission, make you feel the pain until you crack. But this? This is different. Why the hell are they targeting Ghost? Not once did it cross my mind that they might hurt him to get to me. As I watch, my fists clench at my sides, my head shaking involuntarily as one of them kicks Ghost hard, his body jerking forward with the force. He groans, and the sound grates against me, clawing at something raw and unspoken inside. “Stop!” I yell, lunging forward, desperate to get between them. My movements are frantic, fueled by anger, by guilt, by something I don’t want to name. But before I can reach them, strong hands grab me, yanking me back. “You want us to stop?” The leader sneers, his voice cold and calculated. “Th

Ghost’s POV I’m fucking lost. The way Prince is kissing me, the way his hands move over my skin, it’s got my mind spiraling, unraveling until there’s nothing left but him. The kiss is rough, relentless, and as it deepens, more and more clothes hit the floor until we’re completely naked. His hand wraps around both of our cocks, his grip firm, and I swear I’m losing it. My breath hitches, my chest tightens, and for a fleeting second, I think I’m dreaming. This feels so fucking good, so overwhelming—but wrong. Why the hell does it feel wrong? Determined to push the dark thoughts away, I grab him, turning him roughly and pin him against the wall. My lips trail down his neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks as my hips buck forward. My cock drags along his ass, and he pushes back into me, his body moving like he’s begging for it. But the feeling doesn’t leave. That heavy, suffocating sense that this is wrong. It clings to me like a weight I can’t shake. My movements falter, and I stag

Ghost Pov The sound of the shower turning on fills the silence. Sorry? First thanks, now sorry? What the hell is happening? I push myself up and follow him into the bathroom, stopping by the shower. The steam is already rising, clinging to the air, but all I see is him. “Why the fuck are you saying sorry?” I demand, my voice cutting through the sound of the water. He looks at me, droplets already running down his face, his expression uncertain. “I saw your face, Ghost. You looked… disappointed.” What? My chest tightens, and I shake my head. “No. I was fucking confused. You said thanks, Prince. What the hell? We fuck, and you say thanks. Like it’s part of some deal.” He nods slightly, his gaze dropping, and I step into the shower with him, the warm water soaking through my skin. “I didn’t know what to say,” he admits quietly. “That’s just what came out. I’ve never done this before, Ghost. I didn’t know what to say.” The tension in my chest eases slightly, but my mind is still ru