Page 85 of Ghost
Hunter yelped and dropped his gun to the floor with a clatter.He stood to his full height.Six feet tall, Hunter wasn’t a small man.He was built and normally tough, but right now he looked as scared as a kid alone in a grocery store.
“You wanted my attention?Now you’ve got it.”Ghost took a few steps closer.
August chortled and Zain sneered.
A large scar tore up Hunter’s forehead.The sight of the rough, wrinkled skin made Ghost smirk.“You look like shit, dude.With all this money you’d think you’d find a better plastic surgeon.”
Hunter balled his fists.“Fuck you.”
“He’s not going to need a surgeon,” Rami said, as he moved closer.
Ghost grabbed Rami’s shoulder, holding him back.“Hang on.I wanna hear a little more.Why bother to come after me?You shoulda known I’d get to you first.”
“Pfft.You didn’t even know I was alive.If that woman hadn’t fucked up, you’d be dead.Should’ve known better than to hire a bitch to do a man’s job.”
Irritation inflamed his skin.Ghost rolled his shoulders back.“If you were a man, you’d have done it yourself.You had balls coming after me, but going after her?That’s pathetic, man.”
Hunter bristled.“I’m not done.”
“Take a look around, dummy.You’re not getting out of here alive.”
Hunter’s lips firmed.“I already set shit in motion.She won’t survive the week.”A salacious smirk spread across his ugly face.“She’ll be so used up by the time my guys are done with her, her pussy won’t be any good to—”
Ghost snapped.All rational thought left his mind.Before Hunter could finish his threat, Ghost lifted the butt of his gun and slammed it into his face.
Blood squirted and bone crunched.Hunter howled, his hands cupping his face as he fell to his knees.Blood oozed through his fingers.“My fucking nose!”
“Ow,” August said, tsking.
Zain snorted.
Ghost whacked him again, this time driving the end of his gun right into Hunter’s solar plexus.He buckled forward, choking and coughing blood onto the smooth floor.
“Fuck y-you!”
Zain laughed and delivered a kick to Hunter’s ass, sending him flat on his face.
Rami’s lip curled with disgust as Hunter screamed more obscenities at them.“Can we end this now?”
Ghost nodded.Satisfaction spread through him.Using his boot, he rolled Hunter onto his back.He stood over the blubbering, useless piece of shit and anger coursed through him all over again.
Not because Hunter had tried to end his life, but because he’d gone after Mila.
“This is for even thinking about hurting my woman.”Lifting his gun, he fired a shot into Hunter’s chest.The man’s eyes went wide and he gasped, his hands clutching the hole.
Then he aimed the gun between Hunter’s eyes and pulled the trigger.Blood and brain matter splattered the floor.
Silence fell.
It was done.
Rami’s hand landed on his shoulder, jolting him.“Let’s go,” he said, steering Ghost to the door.
August nudged him as they left the bunker.“Your woman, huh?”
Ghost slid him a don’t-fuck-with-me-look.“Shut up.”
All the guys snickered, and he had to fight the urge to shove his boot down their throats.But he didn’t regret what he’d said.Mila was his.
