Page 104 of Ghost

That’s what he is to me.

Not this building or these walls.

Buthim.

Ghost’s computer chimes, and I glance up to see a message flash on the screen.

He’s always tracking something, so I expect to see coordinates or sensors triggering. But instead, I’m met with a small box in the corner with a message.

Unknown: Time to set things right, Ghost. Turn over what’s ours. We hired Luna, but her job isn’t done yet. Refuse, and you’ll lose a lot more than your whore.

The computer chimes again as a picture comes through. It’s an image of Bea running around the compound. Next is a picture of Austin. Picture after picture, images flood the screen, showing the two of them happy before they take a darker tone. The next images are of ATF agents all over the property. Austin in the ambulance, and Bea crying in Legacy’s arms.

No one could have taken these shots unless they were here on the compound.

Unknown: Hand her over, or we’ll keep going until you have nothing left.

The raid.

The threats.

They’re doing this to get to me, and so long as I’m here, I’m continuing to let it happen.

I think about Venom’s words. How he said that I take care of the people around me. I’ve never thought about it because I do it out of instinct, but now that I know I’m the reason these terrible things are happening to them, my heart aches.

I glance down at the picture of Paulina, remembering what Ghost told me the Iron Sinners did to her. What ifthey did this to one of the girls at the club? Or worse, what if they hurt the kids?

I can’t let that happen because of me. I have to try to fight this. Reading the message again, I know there’s only one option.

Resting my fingers on the keys, I click into the message. I pull up a window and type a string of code to trace the IP address. But it pings all over the city, changing locations every few seconds.

Unknown: Trying to find me, Luna?

I freeze as I stare at the message.

Unknown: I know it’s you. I know how you operate. Come out now. Stop playing games, and they’ll be safe.

They could be lying, or this could be my best shot.

The screen lights up with an address and a deadline of two hours. It’s not enough time to wait for Ghost, and even if it was, he’d just try to stop me. I got us into this mess, and I need to get us out, whether I survive it or not.

Entering the address on my phone, I see it’s only fifteen miles away, so I scribble it on a piece of paper and tuck it in my pocket.

I delete the conversation on the computer and set my phone on his desk. Ghost won’t be able to track me without it. Hopefully, it’s enough time to face whoever hired me and convince them to stop.

If offering to work for them again will save the club, I have to try. The Twisted Kings protected me. They saved me. I owe them.

Ghost might hate me for leaving, but I love him too much to hurt the people he cares about. So, before hereturns, I scribble out a final note and wish I could be here when he reads it.

Marcus,

Thank you for creating a home in my heart.

I love you,

Luna

33

---