Page 23 of Ghost

I scrubbed a hand down my face. Goddamn, whatever it was had me fucked up.

Quit being a bitch about the fucking girl, asshole, and stick to the plan.

I needed to keep my head on straight.

“Church!” Banner shouted.

Game time.

“Ghost, you coming?” Banner's voice jerked me back.

“Right behind you,” I grunted, tearing my gaze from the closed door. “Let's get this shit done,” I muttered, trying to relax my shoulders as I stepped into the room.

The door closed and Banner brought down the gavel, suddenly all eyes were on me. The evidence of the last few months visible on my face.

“What the fuck happened to you in there, Ghost?”

Eyes narrowed around the room.

We're a family, and when one of us bled, we all bled.

Brothers. For life.

I blew out a breath and stared at my hands clasped on top of the table. “I was targeted.”

Brothers hunched in, waiting to hear more.

“The guards got to me. They didn't just wanna rough me up. They wanted to send a message.” My knuckles whitened as I remembered the last beating I took.

“From who?” The question cut through the tension, and I exhaled again.

“Same fucker from that photo,” I said, looking up at my brother.

His head jerked back. “The cop?”

“That’s the one.” A low rumble of anger vibrated through the room, a storm brewing in the hearts of my brothers. Revenge was a language we spoke fluently.

“Plan?”Haze grunted.

“I want them fucking dead. All of them,” I spat the words like venom.

“Gonna make him regret the day he fucked with us,” Banner growled, sending the room into silence. Since my brother took over as president, he’d done his best to be the diplomat my father wanted, but I saw it in his eyes—The Butcher was in the driver’s seat.

“Ghost, you need to sit this one out. You're—” Pop started, but I cut him off with a glare that could freeze hell over.

“Like hell I will. Link, where we at with information?”

“Dragon's on it.”

I paused. “You know, after they fucked me up, they sent me to the infirmary. As if by some miracle, the warden cleared me to come home. Fuckin' funny, ain't it? Anyway, there were two guards: Davidson and Marshall. They were the one’s always fucking with me, and Marshall threatened me on my way out.”

“What do you wanna do? It’s your call.” Banner’s eyes narrowed.

“I wanna dig into them, too.” Everyone in the city knew it was suicide to fuck with the Devils Creed, and yet. I shook my head. “Like I said, I want them all dead.”

“Dragon, start digging,” Banner instructed.

Haze grinned and Kane laughed. With those two crazy fuckers, I’d have my revenge.

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