Page 7 of Ghost's Control

Her body bucks beneath my arm and I’m no longer able to keep my distance. I gather her into my arms and pull her into my body, needing to comfort her. She thrashes against my hold, her body strung like a bow, her entire face is etched in pain.

“I swear to you, Gi, swear to fuck, I will never hurt you. Not fuckin’ ever.”

“You did, Ghost,” hearing my road name come out of her mouth pisses me off, to her I’m not Ghost. “You hurt me so fucking much. I was falling so hard for you,” she whispers and pain laces through me. “So fucking hard and you threw it all away just so you could get your dick wet.”

Fuck.

I messed up. So fucking badly. I pray that there’s a way that I can fix this. A life without Gi isn’t a life worth living.

She continues to sob in my arms and all I can do is hold on as I rock her, praying that my woman finds sleep soon. This shit isn’t good for her, the devastation that’s been wrought is all over her face.

“Sleep, Gi, I promise, I got you.”

She shakes her head, her body pressed against mine, “I don’t want you to.”

“I know, babe, but for tonight, yeah? Let me take care of you,” I say softly, not wanting her any more upset than she already is.

She buries her head into my neck, her body continuing to buck. “I don’t know what to do,” she whispers, her tears soaking into my skin.

I run my hand up and down her back in hope of soothing her. “Sleep, baby, that’s all you have to do right now.”

I’m barely keeping my shit together. She’s hurt, she’s fucking bruised, and her throat is a mess. I breathe deeply through my nose, trying and failing to control the urge to go hunting. I have no fucking idea who did this to her.

“Why did you do it?” She whispers, the pain etched in her hoarse voice.

I pull her closer to me, needing to keep her in my arms. “I thought I’d lost you. No lie, Gi, you’re the fucking best thing that’s ever happened to me. First time I saw you, thought I died and went to heaven. Your beauty is so pure, so fucking sweet. I did what any man in my position would do. I took all you could give and pushed for more. Bein’ with you. I was the happiest man in the world. Then the calls and texts dried up and stupid me, babe, thought that was your way of getting shot of me.”

Her body bucks beneath me, but thankfully she stays where she is, her face still pressed into my throat. “I didn’t want to end things. I just wanted you.”

I close my eyes. Once again, she shows me why she’s so fucking perfect. No games, no lies. Just upfront and truthful. “I know that now, babe. The shit my life had been, I fucked up and went straight to the bad. So when the bitch went to her knees, I didn’t stop her. Not gonna lie, Gi, coulda been anyone down there, you were all I saw, imagined it was you doin’ it to me.”

“Ty,” she whispers, her hands clutching at my tee. “I don’t know what happens now.”

I kiss the top of her head. “Right now, Sugar, you close those beautiful eyes and sleep. I’m here, ain’t nothin’ gonna hurt you. When you wake, you’re gonna have to do some soul searchin’ baby. I want you. I want you in my life, in my bed, and as my ol’ lady. I fucked up, hurt you and I swear to fuck, Gi, never again. You find it in your heart to forgive me, I promise, this life we’ll lead, it’ll be sheer beauty.”

She presses tighter against me. “Okay, Ty,” she returns, “I’ll sleep and do some soul searching.”

I kiss her head once again. “That’s all I ask, Sugar. Now sleep.”

She shudders, “I’m afraid. Every time I sleep, he’s there.”

I swallow back the rage that’s crawling up my throat. “Not tonight, Gi, I’m here. I’ve got you. Sleep, baby.”

She sinks further into me and within minutes her breathing evens out as she finds sleep.

I’m fighting the urge to find my brother’s and demand to know what the fuck happened, find out who the fucking bastard is that hurt my woman. But I can’t. I promised her I’d be here. That I’d protect her and I’m not leaving her. Not fucking ever again.

Where Gi goes, I go.

Chapter 6

Gigi

I wake and feel someone wrapped around me. I panic for a moment until I smell Ghost. I’ve craved his scent for so long. I kiss him on the chest as I peel myself away from him. His words from last night come back to my mind. “You need to do some soul-searching.”

Can I walk away from this man? I sit with my back against the wall on the bed and watch him. He’s sleeping. He looks peaceful. It’s not often he looks like that, but this morning he does.

I know in my heart that I can’t walk away from him. He makes me feel different to anyone else. Did he really betray me? I guess we weren’t together, and I hadn’t spoken to him for a few days. I had my own nightmare going on. But seeing him with her attached to his dick is something I don’t want to think about. Can I forgive him? Can I walk away from this gorgeous man?

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