Page 91 of Ghost
Mila’s body went limp.Her eyelids slammed shut, but not before she saw the other intruder turn toward the hallway.Toward where Ghost slept.
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The air inthe room arced with energy.Ghost snapped open his eyes.Pinpricks of warning ran up his spine.His gaze fell to the empty spot next to him on the bed.The cold sheets where Mila should’ve been.
His pulse amplified against his eardrums.
A flurry of movement at the side of his bed jolted him.A masked man rushed toward him.Ghost rolled as a knife came down.Moonlight glittered off the smooth metal as it plunged into his pillow.
Ghost lunged, tackling the guy to the ground.“Where is she?”he bellowed, holding the bastard to the floor.
The attacker still held the knife and was valiantly trying to stab Ghost in the side.
He seized the man’s wrist and slammed his arm against the floor until the blade skittered out of his hold.
“Mila!”he screamed.The need to lay eyes on her paralyzed him.
No response greeted him, confirming his deepest fear.
Wham!
A knee hit him in the gut.Pain shot through his midsection.The man squirmed just enough to free his other leg and kick out of Ghost’s grasp.
The attacker reached for something at his ankle.Ghost saw the gun before the guy could pull it from his holster.
He slammed his foot into the fucker’s face.The attacker staggered back but didn’t pass out.Ghost grabbed the gun and turned it on him.
Rage shot through his veins, red, hot, and full of menace.He got to his feet and ripped off the guy’s mask.“Where is she?”he demanded again.
The cocksucker spat at him, but it just dribbled down the douchebag’s chin.Ghost slammed his hand around the guy’s throat, holding him down with so much force he could feel tendons and cartilage popping against his palm.
The man choked and sputtered and kicked.
Ghost eased the pressure a fraction.“Talk!”he barked, grinding the mouth of the gun against the fucker’s temple.
His hand shook, but not just from fury.Also from fear.The unfamiliar emotion twisted like a dozen screws in the center of his chest, sending an ache along his nerve endings.
If they’d hurt her, he’d lose it.
The man’s eyes bulged.“Gone,” he whispered.
Ghost’s blood pressure dropped to a dangerous level.He loosened his hold.
The man sucked in a frantic breath.
“Who sent you?”
The man blinked and wet his lips.“I-Irinia.”
Shock hit him like a bucket of cold water.
He whacked the butt of the gun into the man’s temple.His head snapped to the side and his eyes flickered shut.Ghost leapt to his feet.“Mila!”he shouted again, racing into the kitchen.Maybe they hadn’t gotten far.
Hitting the lights as he went, he searched the area for signs of a struggle.Nothing.He bolted out the front door in his bare feet and goddamn underwear.
The cold wrapped around his exposed skin.The light from the streetlamps pooled on the street, showing him absolutely nothing.
No getaway car waiting nearby.No tire tracks.Not a single fucking clue.
