Page 48 of Haunting Phantom
“IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED, EVE!” he rages, tears pricking his eyes.
“Yes,”I reply, loving every minute of his relationship’s downfall.
Now he and I can be together forever without her interference. My plan executed to perfection.
But what he says next stops me in my tracks, my smile fading.
“IF YOU WANTED ME TO HATE YOU, THEN YOUR PLAN WORKED. FUCKING STAY OUT OF MY LIFE, EVE! YOU’RE NOT WELCOME HERE!”
Then his door slams, his words sealing me out in the hallway.
It’s then that I notice Damien hovering just down the hall, his eyes full of hurt as he shakes his head in disappointment, seconds before he disappears.
“Damien, wait!”
But it’s too late. Not only did I just lose the love of my life, but I think I lost my only friend. The only ghost who actually cared about me in the afterlife.
Chapter Seventeen
“We strike tonight!” Drac bellows, slamming his fists down on the sturdy wood table.
A few members jump, but all of them look shook up or angry.
Last night, their latest shipment was intercepted by the Raging Misfits, leading to a firefight they couldn’t win. They lost two cars worth of stolen goods, and now they’re freaking out, especially since they’re down a man.
Thankfully, Phantom wasn’t one of the people sent out on last night’s errand. But Jaws was, and he ended up in the hospital with a bullet wound to the belly.
“I’m sick of this shit!” Drac rages on. “The Raging Misfits are only getting worse. The longer they stay under Arturo’s control, the worse off it’ll get. Like Phantom said in our last meeting. Arturo wants my head, and I’m going to give him it, but not before I take his first.”
“What are you saying?” Krampus questions, looking a bit shocked.
“I’m saying that I want Arturo gone! Dead! I want his goddamn head rolling at my feet and then pegged on our doorstep as a warning to anyone who dares to fuck with the ElmStreet Riders. We don’t fucking play around anymore. I’m not going to sit back and just let them take what’s rightfully ours.
“What about Amber?” Voorhees questions. “What if something happens to you out there?”
“Nothing’s going to happen to me, Voorhees. Because I’m going to strike them where they least expect it.”
“And where’s that?” Hyde questions, his shifty eyes narrowing.
“Their clubhouse. I’m going after that motherfucker face to goddamn face.”
Hasn’t Drac learned that Hyde is not to be trusted? Why is he telling him all this?
My gaze moves to Krueger, who looks equally concerned.
“Can’t you stop them, Ghost Pappy? Hyde’s dirty. I can see it in his eyes. He’s going to get them hurt!”
Krueger nods.“I know, Eve. But there’s nothing I can do. I’m dead. My son is head of the club now. If this is the ride he wants to take, then I have to let him.”
“It’s a goddamn suicide mission!”I shout, my anger getting the best of me.“He’s putting them all at risk.”
Damien steps forward.“Sometimes you gotta take risks to make big moves, Dollface. It’s a club thing. You wouldn’t understand.”
“You’re right, I don’t fucking understand. How can you two just stand there and let them do this? It’s wrong. Something about this feels off.”
Krueger’s jaw clenches.“And there’s not a single thing we can do about it, Eve. That’s just how wars are. One side hits and the other counters. They’re just not seeing the bigger picture. Not yet, anyway.”
I’m in Phantom’s ear before they can stop me.“Stop this, Phantom. Tell them they’re making a mistake. Please. You’re starting a fight you can’t win.”
