Page 64 of The Ghost of Rage's War

“Thank you.” I looked at Ghost and sighed. “I guess we’ve got to start all over again.”

“No. Ace was getting a group together to go to the house and grab everything. You’ll be okay,” Ghost said, holding me close.

“I’m tired of this.”

“I know, baby. Intel suggests this will be over soon. Then we can figure out what’s next,” Ghost soothed.

I leant my head on his chest and closed my eyes as he rubbed my back. “Don’t leave me.”

“Never, babe, you’re stuck with me,” Ghost murmured.

“Come on, let’s dump your bags in the Lilac room, and I’ll give you a tour. Do you girls like jungle gyms? There’s a huge one in the basement,” Phoe said, interrupting our moment.

Phoe grinned at Ghost and me as Ghost suddenly groaned. “No!” he ordered.

“Hell, yeah,” Phoe replied. “You don’t think I’m going to keep your claiming a secret? Carmelle’s an old lady, and the others will want to meet her.”

“Phoe!”

“No. I’m calling them!” Phoe snapped and walked off.

I blinked in confusion as we began following her. “What just happened?”

“Phoe is gonna throw a ‘welcome to the old lady’s’ party. Get ready.” Ghost groaned.

“But I’m not an old lady. Especially if we don’t know if you’re going nomad or joining another club.”

No sooner had the words left my lips than Phoespun around and her eyes narrowed. She looked pretty mad. Phoe growled, and I stepped back.

Ghost was amused. Phoe slowly reached out and pressed an intercom.

“Eddie, get your butt to the lilac room immediately. You too, Tony,” Phoe snapped.

She opened the door, and we entered a beautiful room. Two children appeared in the doorway, looking curious.

“Mama Phoe?” the girl said.

“Eddie, these are your cousins, Shannon and Sadie. Will you take them to play, please,” Phoe asked.

“Sure. I’ve been told about you and have been dying to meet you,” Eddie responded with a warm smile at Shannon and Sadie.

“Ghost…” I murmured.

“They’ll be fine. Nobody can reach them here,” Ghost replied.

“Mom?” Shannon mumbled, uncertain.

“Go baby, we’ll be down soon,” I encouraged.

Shannon sent Phoe a dubious look before taking Sadie’s hand and following Eddie. I could hear Eddie chattering away, with Tony offering the odd word or two.

“Now you listen here. Both of you!” Phoe declared, rounding on us. I stepped back. “Drake is a first-class asshole at times. Ain’t denying that, I married the idiot, after all. But he will come around. It just takes Drake a while.”

“And I’m meant to sit on my laurels, waiting for the great Drake Michaelson to throw me a scrap ofattention? Sorry, you’re very generous inviting us here, but this won’t work. Drake is a total asshole. Even with DNA evidence, he’s denying the truth. I haven’t got time to pamper his ego. Out of everyone here, I know how fragile life is and how your reality can change in the second it takes to fire a bullet.

“I couldn’t care less if Drake gives a shit about me or not. Neither of us needs him, and Drake should remember one thing. He may blame Ghost for being under cover, but if Ghost hadn’t been, half of your club and allies would be dead by now. Because they’d have not known the ambushes were coming. So, Drake can shove it up his fucking ass!”

Phoe turned to Ghost and grinned. “Wow, you got the female Drake. This will be fun!”

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