Page 43 of Ghost

Banner's eyes met mine and he lifted his chin. He was ready.

Lifting my boot, I kicked in the door and there he was. The piece of shit who thought he could lay hands on Rae and Sophia.

Marshall yelped as his eyes grew as wide as saucers.

“What the f—” His words died in a gurgle when my fist connected with his jaw. Satisfaction surged through me when his bones crunched under my knuckles, and he dropped to the ground.

“He’s all yours, big brother.”

Banner strode forward, a grin on his lips as he twirled his blades like a pro. He didn’t speak, didn’t need to; his eyes said enough. They went arctic as Banner detached and The Butcher went to work—his movements precise and methodical.

Marshall screamed as large sections of his flesh were cut away and dropped into piles on the floor.

My stomach turned but my brother never faltered. Regardless of coming after me, Marshall had made threats against my brother’s wife and that wouldn’t go unpunished, and the penalty was death.

“You fucked up when you targeted his wife,” Link chimed in with a chuckle.

Banner leaned over Marshall and I watched wide-eyed as he continued. There was a sickening beauty to his brutality before the screams finally died.

“Fuck, I thought he’d last longer.” There was a hint of disappointment in my brother’s voice that sent a shiver down my spine.

“One down, two to go. Call in a cleaner and let’s move on.” We moved quickly once the clean-up crew arrived. They were the best on the east coast and once they were done, every trace of us would be wiped clean.

We stepped out into the night air, closing the door behind us. Onto guard number two.

Just like before, Haze and Kane took the lead getting us into Davidson’s house.

“Did you hear that?” I whispered after closing the door behind us.

“In there.” Rae's dad pointed down a hallway where a figure loomed over something—or someone—smaller.

A small “help” squeaked out as Davidson’s hand plowed into the side of her head.

“Shit,” I barked, drawing Davidson’s attention. His head whipped around and the woman he had pinned to the wall slumped to the ground.

“You sick fuck,” I growled. Only a coward preyed on women.

His eyes jumped from me to Raymond to my brother. “The borrowed time you’ve been running on is up, motherfucker.”

“Fuck you!” he shouted; eyes frantic as he looked for an escape. There was no way out of this. He’d fucked with the wrong women, and the wrong club.

“This one’s mine,” Raymond mumbled, stepping between me and Banner and pulling out his gun.

“Fuck no. This motherfucker messed with me every day while I was locked up. If anyone’s going to shoot him, it’s going to be me.” I pulled out my Glock.

“He attacked my daughter,” Raymond hissed, pulling a silencer from his pocket and twisting it onto the barrel of his gun. “How would you feel if he’d attacked Payton.” His words were like a punch to the gut. Looking over into his eyes, I could see the anguish there. His daughter had been attacked and then shot.

“I’d burn the fucking world to the ground,” I admitted, exhaling roughly. “Fine, but the cop who shot her is mine.”

“Deal.” With that, Raymond lifted his arm and pulled the trigger, his shot landing right between Davidson’s eyes.

“Aye!” Haze and Kane cheered, thoroughly impressed.

“The girls are safe now,” Banner said, tucking his twin blades back into his cut.

“Almost,” Dragon stated.

Right. I nodded. The cop was still out there, the only one Dragon had been unable to find.

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