Page 1 of Ghost's Control

Chapter 1

Ghost

I slide onto the stool, pissed as fuck that yet again Gigi hasn’t returned my call nor is she answering my texts. I never thought she’d be one of those women that play games and yet the past two days, she’s not checked in. I’m beyond pissed.

“Hey there, Ghost,” Mimi purrs as she runs her finger along my cut. I don’t even spare her a glance. I’m not in the mood to talk. Of course the lack of acknowledgement doesn’t put Mimi off. She’s already gagging for cock.

She sinks to her knees and goes to my belt. I know I should push her away, I should tell her to fuck off, but the mood I’m in, I can’t.

It doesn’t take her long to wrap her lips around my hardening cock. She glances up at me through her lashes, as though that’s going to make me pick her up off the floor and fuck her. Hell mother-fucking no. I will never do that, Mimi is a fucking bitch, she’s trying to become an ol’ lady, something none of the brother’s will ever do. We’re not that stupid.

The door opens as I close my eyes, imaging that it’s Gigi that has her lips wrapped around my cock.

“Tara, Gigi!” I hear Prez’s old lady, Jem, shout.

My body freezes at her words, raising my head, my gaze collides with the woman that’s haunted my mother fucking dreams since the first time I saw her. The woman that I know is mine and will always be mine.

The hurt and pain that slashes through her features has my gut tightening.

“Surprise!” Kitty Kat yells, glaring at me, her voice filled with anger.

I push Mimi off and get to my feet, fixing my pants as I do. My heart stammers as I move through the clubhouse, toward the exit where the girls have just run. But my brothers Tank and Cas stand in my way.

“Get out of my way, brothers,” I clip out, they’re not going to stop me from getting to her.

“You’re not gonna upset Gigi any more than she is. She’s protected by Angel’s Fury,” Tank announces and crosses his arms over his chest.

I’m fucking furious. “I’m not going to hurt her,” I snarl as I push past them. No one gets in my way.

“You’re right, you’re not because we aren’t going to let you. She’s been through a lot this week, Ghost. She didn’t need to see a gash hanging off your dick.” Cas’ voice isn’t as rough as Tank’s was, but the threat is there.

“I want to talk to my woman,” I roar, I need to see her, touch her, let her know that what she just witnessed meant nothing. “Gigi, I’d never hurt you.”

“I’m not your woman, Ghost,” Gigi says as she turns to face me.

I laugh, I can’t fucking help it. Her saying that is absurd. “The fuck you aren’t. You’re mine.”

“We’ll see about that,” she says with her hands on her hips. She’s full of sass right now.

“What the hell is wrong with your face?” Jem cries, tears shining in her eyes.

I look at my woman, and it’s then that I see her beautiful face. Battered and bruised. I take a step toward her and my fucking world shatters as my woman, who’s so full of life, so fucking full of light, cowers back away from me with fear in her eyes.

“Gigi…” My voice is hoarse as I take her in, she’s fucking shaking like a leaf. She looks as though she’d be blown over with a gust of wind.

“Please,” she whispers, her gaze on my brothers.

“I know you want to get to her,” Cas says, “but right now, after what she’s witnessed and what’s happened, she’s not feeling so safe around you. Let the girls get her to bed and then tomorrow you’ll talk.”

I snarl at him. He expects me to wait until tomorrow to have her in my arms? To talk to her? She doesn’t feel safe around me? What the actual fuck?

“Church!” Prez roars, the anger vibrating in his voice has every brother standing to attention. I can’t look at him right now, my gaze firmly on my woman. The fear seeping from her every pore.

“Brother,” Cas says softly so that only I can hear him. “Let the girls get her settled,” he clasps his hand on my shoulder. “You can talk to her after.”

“Ghost,” Kitty Kat snaps, “will you give her some space? For crying out loud. You had another woman’s mouth around your fucking cock.”

“Ghost, Tank, Cas. Church,” Prez says striding toward us, his body bound tight.

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