Page 9 of Haunting Phantom
He only smiles wider.“You’ve figured it out, haven’t you?”He moves from the shadow he was hiding in, the devil in his eyes only strengthening.
“I’ve only been with two guys here.”
If he wasn’t already missing half his face, I’d carve the rest of his smirk out of it.
“Technically, you’ve been with three.”He grabs the lapels of his cut and grins.“I must say, I love how you screamed my name during the deed too. You weren’t even focused on the one who had his dick in you.”His head turns, spends a few seconds looking at Creeper, then that smile fucking spreads even wider.“Some people need tremendous amounts of help in the bedroom.”
“Stop trying to put gross thoughts in my head, Damien. You and I have never ever fucked.”
“Aww, Dollface, you called me Damien. You just made my day!”
“Piss off before I piss in your eyehole, Sir Holes A-Lot.”
“Will you two shut the fuck up? Church is about to start, and I don’t need to hear your bickering in the middle of it!”Krueger growls, standing next to his son with the proudest look on his face. That man has nothing but love for his son, and I swear he’s his silent protector with the way he’s always watching out for him and keeping him from getting hurt.
Before I can say another word, Drac pounds his gavel, calling the meeting to order. “I’ve called Church today to talk about the Misfits and the sudden influx of Little Italy that’s appearing in town.”
Everyone in the room goes quiet, including Damien, which isn’t like him.
Drac’s gaze roves over his brothers, briefly stopping on me, who’s currently sitting Indian style on the table, pretending to meditate. If I try to block out this nonsense, maybe it’ll go faster.
“Since Moseley“lost control”of the Misfits, he’s been buying up every vacant building he can get his hands on in Fernley. Now there’s been a surge of shady looking men in business suits traipsing around town. Hannibal, can you please go over what I gave you earlier?” Drac air quotes the wordslost controlbecause he knows it’s BS just like the rest of them.
Hannibal immediately begins reading the pages in front of him, referencing every building the man’s bought and how he’s still tied to the Raging Misfits MC even though he claimed not to be. Apparently, Moseley is one of the Misfit’s uncles. Which one? I honestly couldn’t give a fuck, but they’re apparently the worst of the worst.
“I feel like it’s important to do some scouting. Phantom, I’m putting you and Bigfoot in charge of the Prospects. Delegate them to do some recon. Gremlin would be a good choice to get close to them. That kid can blend in anywhere.”
“On it,” Bigfoot says, doing his best to look good for their Prez. Phantom, on the other hand, is sitting there looking at his hands, wringing them together as he fights whatever demons are going on behind that thick skull of his.
“Phantom, are you even fucking listening?”
Blake’s head shoots up in confusion, then he sheepishly shrugs. “Sorry, Prez, got some shit on my mind.”
“Well, knock it the fuck off. It’s time to pull your head out of your goddamn ass and be a part of this club. We put that patch on your back because you earned it, Phantom, but we can also take that shit away if you can’t fucking get this goddamn ghost shit out of your head. Voorhees, I asked Amber to reach out to Autumn for you. Do you know where we are with it?”
“Amber tracked her down; we’re just waiting for her to respond. Shouldn’t be too much longer.”
“Good, make that shit sooner, not later. This motherfucker is going bat-shit crazy over here. I literally had to force his ass to take a shower this morning.”
And what a glorious shower it was! God, the way that water touched him in places I wish I could get my ghostly hands on. I’d give my left titty for a tiny taste of his cum again.
“Keep squirming like that, Dollface, and I’ll take you right here in front of Phantom and everyone.”
“I think you mean God and everyone, stupid.”
He winks.“Well, Phantom is your god, sweetheart. Therefore, he’s the center of your universe.”
“Damn straight he is.”
Shaking his head, he shoots Kreuger a pathetic look.“Told you I have no chance, Old Timer. Pay up.”
“You’re betting on me now?”
“Only your loss of virtue.”Damien grins.I hate him. More than I’ve ever hated anyone. Always so suave. He’s infuriatingly charismatic for a dead guy, and his face would be flawlessly perfect except for the empty eye socket.
“Fuck off, Damien!”
He smirks before heading back to his corner of doom.
