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Ghost pulls out a chair and takes a seat at the end of our table. “Oh no, please do join us,” I quip sarcastically. I gasp, my eyes widening and I slap my hand over my mouth. “I am so sorry,” I apologise. Scar throws his head back and laughs, but Ghost just stares at me unimpressed and clearly not in the mood. “Sorry, it’s like a disease. The filter between brain and mouth just misfires sometimes. It’s usually what ends up causing this.” I laugh, pointing to my cheek. Scar’s laughter instantly dies, going from amused to pissed in a nano second. Ghost just remains looking at me with the same too tired for the shit glare. “Sorry,” I mutter.

“Ghost, tell her how we can help her,” Scar urges.

Ghost just crosses his arms over his broad chest and lets out a long sigh. His gaze turns to Scar, regret flashing through it. “We can’t,” he states.

“What the fuck do you mean we can’t?” Scar seethes, his anger growing.

Ghost’s gaze, now a little softer comes to me. “I’m sorry darlin’, but we can’t just take you and keep you safe. Your father would figure out it was us within a day, and while I’m not scared of your father or his men, I do have a family to protect. My brothers have a family to protect. Taking you with us today would be like leading a wolf to its prey.” He pulls a cigarette out of the packet and lights it. Shocked, I look around for the owner, waiting for him to be thrown out. Instead, she walks around and places an ashtray in front of him. She gives me a kind smile and walks back off to the kitchen. I’m guessing they know the owner pretty well then.

“I understand, believe me. I’ve lived with my father my entire life. I know exactly what repercussions there are when you cross him. Add Layton into that and you know it will be catastrophic.” I nod in agreement. Scar just scowls as soon as I mention Layton’s name.

“We can’t fucking let her go back to him. Who knows what might fucking happen to her?” Scar argues. Ghost glares at Scar and I shift uncomfortably.

I clear my throat and both of their gazes land on me. “Listen, I don’t want to cause an issue here,” I state to both of them. I stand and take out a large tip for the owner as a way of apology for the inconvenience caused. As I place it on the table, I give Scar a small smile. Leaning down, I place a soft kiss on his cheek. “I will be okay, I promise. Please let me go. If I stay here any longer, he will make my life unbearable,” I whisper softly. “I’ve never been happier seeing that you’re okay,” I add before standing. As I place my hand on his shoulder, I give him a tight squeeze. I smile as I give the rest of the club an awkward wave. “Bye, it was nice meeting you all.” They all just give me a nod, or a chin lift.

I open the door to the diner and part of me wishes he would jump to his feet and stop me from leaving. That in the last thirty seconds he’s figured out a way for me to be free, but of course that wouldn’t be reality, so I leave and he doesn’t stop me.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

SCAR

Every fibre ofmy being is screaming at me to go after her. The muscles in my body are strung so tight it feels like they could snap.

“We are doing the right thing,” Ghost assures me.

Grinding my teeth together, I fight back the fury that is flowing through me. My eyes land on him. “Keep fucking telling yourself that, because if she ends up dead it’s on you,” I growl.

His cold hard stare pins me in place, but I don’t flinch, unphased by his intimidation. He glides a phone across to me and I look down at it, reading the name that’s on the screen along with a number.

“Her number. You are stored on her phone as Sally,” he states. I frown, wondering when the fuck they got her number. “We will get her out, we will kill Eugene and Layton, and we will make them fucking pay for everything they have done to Acid, to you, and to her. They. Will. Pay,” he says through gritted teeth.

“And your plan?” I counter. “Because I don’t think she will last months. Even if she doesn’t get her ass beaten, I don’t think she can survive months. Not mentally,” I argue.

“Give me 4 weeks and I will have her out, and Eugene and Layton will be in the fucking warehouse strung up like they’re ina fucking abattoir,” Ghost says with a smile on his lips. His eyes spark with excitement at the thought. I ain’t going to lie, the idea of them both hanging there in our warehouse begging for their lives makes me practically hard. I want nothing more than to make them suffer.

“How long have you been planning this?” I press, knowing damn well he’s had something in the pipeline for a while.

His smile widens. “Since I spoke to her back at the bar when you were still in their basement.”

I blanch, jolting my head back and raising my brow. “You’re fucking shitting me?”

Ghost shakes his head no. “No, I’m fucking not. It would have been sooner if you were still in there, but then obviously the plan changed and you got out. So, I’ve had to adjust the original plan, but one main objective has always remained the same. Kill fucking Eugene,” he states firmly.

I nod, liking that idea, wanting that idea. “So, when do we message her and what? We have to be fucking careful, because if that fucking cunt Layton even gets a sniff that she’s in contact with anyone other than this Sally person, then he won’t let her out of his sight. He will beat her black and fucking blue,” I state, reminding him of the delicate situation we are in.

Ghost sits back in his chair. “Now that’s the one part of the plan I am not sure of. You know her better than me, than any of us. You call her, when you think she will be ready to hear from you, but you don’t tell her everything. You keep your mouth shut about what’s happening,” Ghost warns.

“She wouldn’t fucking say anything,” I argue.

“I know that, but her facial expressions might. We use contact with her as only a confirmation of where they will be, of making sure she is alive. Nothing more,” he adds. He pauses for a moment, just watching me. “I don’t have to tell you that if youare messaging her, then be careful what you say and how you word everything,” Ghost adds.

I roll my eyes as I take the phone and slide it into my pocket “I ain’t fucking stupid.”

Ghost’s lips twitch. I sigh and shake my head, rubbing the palm of my hand over my chest. Seeing her has caused an ache and pain in my fucking chest. “She yours?” Ghost asks.

My gaze snaps to his. “I care about her. She saved my fucking life more than once,” I grit out. I’ve never thought of her as mine. My heart, my fucking mind was only consumed with Rhea, pining after her like a fucking puppy, even though I knew it was a dead end. It had been months. I had accepted Acid and Rhea, and hell, after seeing them together, they were fucking perfect. I’m over Rhea, but I ain’t over the pain of the fucking rejection. As a guy that never put his heart on the line, and never feeling anything with my heart, only my dick, to finally think that I’ve found the one, only for me to discover that she doesn’t want me the same way I want her. It fucking hurt. It’s a new type of pain, one I fucking don’t want to feel again. So, while I find Elsie attractive, while I care about her a lot, there ain’t no fucking way I’m letting my heart feel that way ever again.

Ghost just gives me a grunt in response and stands. He pulls out a large wad of cash from his back pocket and places it down on the table. “For the inconvenience caused, darlin’,” he calls out to Lizzie.

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