Page 10 of Ghost's Control

“Anyone know what the hell’s going on?” Havoc questions as we sit at the table and wait for him.

The men glance around at each other. No one has a fucking idea why he called church.

“So, Gigi…” Zeus begins and I tense. “She’s fucking gorgeous. You going to pass her around when you’re finished with her?”

I rise to my feet, my fists clenched, I don’t even hesitate, my fist plows into his face. “Don’t fucking look at her.” I growl in warning. “She is off-fucking-limits. She’s mine and anyone says anything to her is going to die.”

“Ghost,” Cas says and I realize he’s at my back, ready if anything were to happen.

“They don’t talk about her. They don’t disrespect her.”

The door opens and in walks prez, his face still set in fury. He takes one look at me and the blood pouring from Zeus and sighs. “Right, let’s get this out of the way first. Gigi is Ghost’s ol’ lady,” he says and the men all sit up straighter. I told him yesterday that I was claimin’ her. I spoke to Gi, first and she practically squealed. I retake my seat and glare at Zeus, the fucking motherfucker never knows when to shut the hell up.

“Now, Gigi’s been through shit, as you all could see when she arrived here. Now, what I’m about to say doesn’t leave this room. Anyone fucking shares it with their ol’ lady or a fucking gash will be dealt with, do I make my self clear?”

The brother’s nod and my fists clench. I brace myself for the words to leave his mouth.

“Gigi’s ex is after her. That motherufcker laid hands on her and tried to rape her. It wasn’t the first time he hit her. He’s raped her and beat her repeatedly before and when we find him, he’s going to die.”

The brother’s sit in silence. I hold my head high, my woman is fucking strong and what happened to her isn’t her fault. I’m fucking proud of how amazing she is.

“We’ll get him, Ghost,” Zeus growls, “no one will touch her again,” he says and the rest of the brother’s agree.

“Now, I’m not waiting any longer to find out what the fuck Mimi knows. That shit ends today, I can’t have her around Jem anymore. The bitch thinks she owns the place. I don’t want my woman fighting while pregnant.”

We all nod in agreement. Mimi’s days have been numbered for a long fucking time.

Prez rises, “then let’s go. Swaggy’s got her waiting for us in the basement.”

We all walk into the basement, Mimi’s tied to a chair, Swaggy sitting in the corner waiting for us.

Prez begins to talk, telling the cunt everything we know about her and what she’s done. The fucking bitch just laughs. “You’ll never save them all,” she says cryptically.

Savage is over to her, his hand snapping around her neck. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“One of them is going to die,” the maniacal laughter that comes from her lips has me wanting to gut her. Fucking crazy bitch.

“Who?” Prez demands and the cunt slices her eyes to him. “Who’s going to be hurt?”

She smiles, “well that’ll be telling now, won’t it?” Her laughter rings out once again, “But prez, you, Savage, Tank, Cas, and Ghost had better watch your ol’ ladies, we wouldn’t want anything to happen to them. Would we?”

Arms clamp around me as a red haze fills me. I’m clawing at whoever the fuck is holding me. Needing them to get the hell off of me, wanting to get to the bitch that dare fucking threaten my woman.

When I calm down enough to realize that it’s both Havoc and Milo that have their arms around me, I notice that not only was I restrained but also Cas and Savage. Tank is glaring at the cunt while Prez sets up his instruments.

“You good, brother?” Havoc questions.

I shrug him off me. “I’m good.”

He nods, “then settle back and watch, Prez, isn’t going to let her get away with this. It’s time for her to finally feel the pain. We’re going to get the answers we need.”

I fucking hope so.

Six hours later and I’m walking back to my room. That cunt didn’t say a fucking word. No matter how much we tortured her, all she’d do is laugh and tell us to watch our women. I wanted to wrap my hand around her neck and snap it. But when the cunt told prez that she hopes that Jemma loses their unborn child, I didn’t get a chance to do it. Prez did.

Walking into my room, I see Gi sitting on the bed wearing a silky robe and reading a book. As soon as I close the door behind me, her head lifts and she smiles at me. “Hey, baby,” she crawls toward me, her book abandoned. I see the swell of her breasts peak through the open slit of her robe.

“On your knees, Sugar. You know what I like.”

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