Page 93 of Ghost
Innocent eyes.A sweet smile.A little voice chanting his name and—
His brain shut down momentarily.
If he didn’t get his shit together, he’d crack.Mila needed him.He couldn’t save Evie, but he’d do everything in his power to get Mila back.
He opened the other camera views.Although the front entrances weren’t in sight of the cameras, he suspected the men had entered through the garage door.
When he’d gone out the front earlier, the door had been intact and the luck untouched.He made his way to the front of the house, the interior door leading to the garage was unlocked.With his gun at his side, he yanked it open.The man door that led outside was also unlocked.No fucking way he’d done that.He checked the locks every night, and last night had been no different.
Not that it mattered how they’d gotten in.But the fact that they’d bypassed his security system pissed him off even more.Then again, Irinia and her family were trained assassins—of course they could get through the best technology.
He just hadn’t anticipated they’d come for Mila.Let alone here.
“Fuck!”He burst back inside, dragging his hand through his hair.His heart pumped wildly, warning him.If he didn’t calm down, he’d have a goddamn heart attack.
His phone vibrated in his pocket.A message in the group chat from Zain.
We’re on our way.Be there in ten.
He didn’t bother responding.Didn’t have it in him.Shoving his phone back in his pocket, he returned to the bedroom.
The douchebag on the floor had woken and was now struggling to get up with his arms and legs tied behind his back.He shuffled onto his knees, his ass in the air.Ghost came up behind him and booted him in the ass.
He fell face-first into the floor with a howl.
Ghost kicked him onto his back.The man’s wide, fearful eyes stared, unblinking.
He went to his nightstand and pulled out his SIG from the drawer.He’d keep the asshole’s Glock, but he much preferred his own weapon.
“We’re gonna have a chat,” Ghost said, pacing toward his captive.“I’ve got some buddies coming to join.You can save them the trouble by telling me what you know.”
Sweat broke out on the man’s brow.He pressed his back into the wall.“I told you.Irinia has her.”
Ghost knelt and fished the man’s phone out of his jacket.He held the screen in front of the guy’s face to unlock the device, then went through the texts.The most recent was sent from the phone:
I’m here
The timestamp was 3:39a.m.
Ghost tightened his hand around the phone and glanced at the guy.“Tell me your name.”He spoke evenly, somehow managing a level of control he didn’t feel.
Sweat rolled down his face.“Ron.”
Ghost nodded.“Here’s what’s going to happen, Ron.You tell me where the fuck they’re taking her and I won’t put a bullet in both your femurs.”
Ron withered.“I don’t fucking know!They didn’t tell me.”
Ghost stood and went back to his nightstand.After withdrawing a silencer, he returned with a smile.“Don’t wanna wake the neighbors,” he said with a shrug.
He had every intention of killing Ron.But not until he got what he wanted.He wasn’t keen on getting blood all over his hardwood floors, but Backcountry had the best cleanup crew.
“Look, man,” Ron said.“I wasn’t even goin’ with them.That’s why my friend took the woman and didn’t wait for me.My job was to kill you and get out.Not be part of her transport.”
All right, so that made sense.
Didn’t mean he wasn’t going to kill the fuck.
Knock,knock
