Page 4 of Ghost's Control

I know that he wouldn’t knowingly hurt me, and I know he is hurting for what I saw downstairs. I know he will be beating himself up for it, but fuck it hurt to see another woman sucking his cock. That should have been me. Dammit. He was going to wait for me. He told me he didn’t want anyone else. That I was everything he ever wanted. How am I going to be able to trust him again?

I can hear the others talking around me, and I close my eyes. I need to sleep and tomorrow is another day. I might be in a better position to speak to Ghost tomorrow. For tonight I just need to be on my own so that I can think. But first I need to sleep.

“Sorry,” I whisper to anyone who’s listening.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, Gigi,” Tara says, reaching out and taking my hand in hers.

“Thank you for everything, Tara. I really appreciate it. But I need to sleep now. I’m so tired and emotional.”

The girls get up off the chairs and bed and kiss me on my forehead, one after the other. These women are my family and I know I am in the best place and I am loved. As they slip out of the room, I touch my hand to my neck and sob again. The only hand I wanted on my throat was Ghost’s. Now I have the memory of that monster touching me there I don’t if I can ever let someone touch me there again.

With my eyes closed, I can smell Cas around me. He smells nice, but it’s not a patch on how gorgeous Ghost smells. I wonder what tomorrow is going to bring and whether I can forgive Ghost for what he did. I know I don’t really have a right to be angry, but I needed him - not her.

At least I’m going to be safe tonight. Whatever happens tomorrow is another thing.

Chapter 3

Ghost

I’ve searched the entire compound, it's been over two hours since I last saw her and my anger is growing as each minute passes. I’m angry at myself, I fucking did this. I’m such a stupid bastard. I can’t even stand Mimi.

I see Jem and Tara standing at the bar, they’re both wearing matching scowls and glaring at me as though I’m the devil incarnate. To them, I probably am.

“Where is she?” I ask them, unable to check my tone. I can’t deal with the bullshit right now.

Tara steps up to me, both Tank and Cas’ bodies strung up tight. She’s now their old lady. I'm happy for them, but I won’t hesitate in doing what I need to do to get to my woman.

“Fuck you,” Tara snarls at me, her eyes flashing with anger. “After everything she’s been through,” she shakes her head in disgust at me. “You’re an asshole, Ghost.”

That’s not the only time tonight I’ve heard someone talk about what Gigi’s been through. “What happened?” I demand to know, I saw the bruises. I need to know what happened to her.

Tara crosses her arms over her chest, her jaw tight as she glares at me. “You don’t deserve to know. Why not go back to your fucking whore,” she spits in the direction of Mimi. “I’m sure she’ll be eager as hell to get on her knees for you.”

“Jealous?” Mimi smirks.

“Not in the fuckin’ slightest. You’ll always be on your knees Mimi, you’ll never warm a brother’s bed.” The smile that Tara sports is sinister.

“You bitch,” Mimi hisses and takes a step forward.

“Don’t even think about it,” Prez warns her, his voice vibrating with anger. He’s trying to rein in his anger, he, just like the rest of us, would love nothing more than that break that bitch’s neck, but not yet.

Mimi lets out a shrill scream as she stamps her foot like a petulant child. She doesn’t know that her time here is numbered. If she knew, she’d have her tail between her legs running for refuge elsewhere.

When it’s her time, every brother here is going to bask in her demise. Cunt.

While Jemma and Tara are arguing with the gash, I turn to my brothers, “What happened to my woman?” I ask, my voice low, there’s an urgency in it. I need to know, and my brothers shouldn’t be hiding it from me.

They share a look, one that I know holds deep meaning. I’m getting agitated. “She’s not okay,” Cas informs me. “Far fucking from it.”

Tank nods, “She needed you tonight, brother. Instead, she had her fucking world shattered.”

I scrub my hands down my face. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’ve completely screwed things up but I will not stop. I knew from the moment I saw Gigi that she’s mine and that’s never changed. I will make things right.

“She was attacked,” Cas begins, but Tara hisses at him. “Baby, he needs to know.”

Her eyes widen. “No, he fucking doesn’t. What he did tonight, he lost every right to know anything about her.”

“She’s mine,” I remind her.

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