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“I can’t believe you burned a jazzing cock and balls onto his fucking chest.” Ghost laughs.

I smirk. “I couldn’t think of an insult that was enough. Now he will have to live with that seared into his fucking skin.” I shrug. “Well, for however long we can keep him alive, that is.”

Ghost nods. “In fact, I’m heading back to the club now to pick up Dixie.”

I raise my brow. “So soon? You think she will be okay seeing that?” I gesture to the warehouse where Eugene’s screams and Rage’s laughter irrupts from.

“Why I’m going now, because if she doesn’t get in there soon, I don’t think Rage will stop. I have warned her, plus I’ve just ordered the Prospects to fucking clear it up. The rest are in control of making sure Rage doesn’t over excite himself,” Ghost sighs.

“Come on then, you can follow me.” I smirk and climb onto my bike. Ghost jumps in the van as he follows me to the club.

It’s only a short 2 minute ride to the club, and as I pull up, I make quick work of getting off my bike, not bothering to wait for Ghost. As I walk in, Star is there, her eyes soft as she strides towards me and pulls me into a hug. I awkwardly hug her back, looking over my shoulder as I wait for Ghost to chew me out a new asshole for touching his woman.

Star leans back and looks up at me. “I hope you are making that son of a bitch suffer,” she seethes.

“Rage is with him now,” I assure her, and that is all that needs to be said because everyone knows he’s a crazy mother fucker.

“She’s sweet. I like her. Before you go to her though, be warned, because there are marks. I know you already killed the son of a bitch that caused those marks, but I know you are like my man, and you will struggle to contain the pure fury you will feel on seeing them. So, I’m warning you, contain it. Poor fucking woman. It’s not enough that she has scars on her back from her father clearly whipping her, but she was then stuck with a vile cunt.” She tuts.

“Okay, that’s enough touching my woman,” Ghost demands as he walks in behind Star and pulls her into his arms. He places a hand on the back of her neck, giving her a possessive and reassuring squeeze. We know what Star went through, andGhost knows that seeing those marks on Elsie would drudge up memories she prefers to keep buried.

I rub the back of my neck. “Thank you darlin’, I appreciate you looking out for her. I would have and should have stayed, but...” I exhale, pausing. “I needed to just?—”

Star cuts me off. “I get it,” she assures me, and as I look into her eyes I can see that she does get it. More than anyone else she would understand better than anyone.

Dixie walks in, barely able to stand up straight while heaving a huge duffel bag. “Shit, you got enough medical shit? I don’t want you wasting all our supplies on that mother fucker,” Ghost warns.

“No, there’s still plenty.” She huffs out a breath before dropping the bag to the floor with a thud. “Just, if you want me to keep him alive, I’m guessing he will be needing a lot of antibiotics, fluids and well...” She pauses as she bends down and unzips the bag, pulling out a few blood bags. “I stole these from the hospital. I had to crap them all over me,” she states. Star laughs and Dixie just shrugs, not even bothered by her errors anymore. It’s a cute no fucks confidence she now carries around with her.

“You should know it ain’t pretty,” I warn her.

Her eyes come to mine and a small smile plays on her lips. “From seeing what he did to you and the old marks on Elsie, I really hope it isn’t pretty,” she states. “Plus, I know my Rage won’t let him off lightly.” She sighs fondly.

“Speaking of, we’d better go before Rage starts amputating limbs,” Ghost mutters.

“I’m coming, too,” Star demands. Ghost pauses as he bends down to pick up the bag for Dixie, looking over his shoulder at Star. She places her hands on her hips and raises her brow at him, challenging him to tell her no.

He doesn’t. Instead, he stands with the bag in one hand and grabs Star’s hand in the other. “I look forward to fucking the defiance out of you later,” he grits through his teeth as he leads her out of the club.

“Ha!” Star laughs. “Casper, all the fucking in the world couldn’t stop my defiance.”

“No? Clearly you have forgotten who your man is,” Ghost growls. Stopping dead in his tracks he yanks her to him and takes her mouth, kissing her dominantly.

As they break the kiss, Star smiles up at him. “I will never stop being defiant, so you’ll just have to deal with my mouth,” she goads.

Ghost growls, nipping at her lip. “I have many ways of dealing with your mouth, darlin’. Maybe when we get home later, I could silence it with you choking on my cock.”

Dixie lets out a loud groan from next to me, catching Ghost’s and Star’s attention. “Can we please just get to the warehouse without you two humping?” she asks.

I cough back a laugh, Star laughs and covers her mouth, but Ghost just glares at Dixie. However, Dixie is unphased, already used to Ghost’s behaviour, and just strolls past them and out the door.

I laugh and salute a wave as I stalk to my room, to my woman.

Quietly, I open my door and in the dim light I see her curled up on the far side of my bed, her breathing deep and even. I remove my clothes down to just my boxers and climb in behind her. It’s then that I notice she’s dressed in one of my T-shirts, and fuck I like that. I gently lean over and place a soft kiss on her cheek before laying back down, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her close, curling my body around hers.

CHAPTER TWENTY

ELSIE

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