46Ciara heard the doorbell ring. She let out a gasp as the thought of Ghost's return invaded her mind. Quickly, she put back the glasses of wine and the bottle where she'd taken them from.Nervous as hell, she turned on the sink tap, letting the water run on her fingers. Like it would wash off the uneasiness she was feeling.She heard Scar hurry to the door and it only left her more fidgety. Just a few seconds ago, she was gonna drug his drink. Not to kill him but to keep him asleep for as long as it would take for her to escape. It was just the two of them here. The others had to go on some mission from their beastly boss. A perfect timing to carry out her long, calculated plan.Acting all nice and charming was the only way she could think of to escape this place. No one knew the game of pretense and manipulation better than she did. And when she saw Scar and realized that he wasn't exactly a monster at heart, she clung to him as her target.A few smiles and charming, doe eyes and
47 Sucking in a quick breath, Ciara fought back the anger that was tearing through her clenched teeth and a wave of tears fighting to break free from her eyes. It was a lot of emotions bumbling in her head. Seeing him was as terrifying and ridiculously exciting as always. It kick-started her heart and stirred up tears. But the fact that he was holding her, stopping her from hitting his 'girlfriend' was very upsetting. More upsetting than it should be. She wiggled her hand, but he wouldn't let her go. His eyes were drowned in a terrifying ocean of panic. She wasn't sure why. Maybe he was that much of a protective boyfriend? Maybe he was the type that killed whoever laid a hand on his girlfriend? If so, would he be killing her soon? He didn't look like it. But he was holding her way so strongly that she feared her hand was gonna snap in two. "Take Camilla outside." Ghost picked his words with intense venom. Scar nodded and grabbed Camilla, much against her will. She struggled rele
48 "Who is she?" Camilla walked into the overly spacious bedroom with a highly decorated interior. She dumped her bag on the couch and crossed her arms over her chest. Sergio watched her without a word. When the security downstairs told him that Camilla was here for him, he thought it was just a mistake. He didn't believe it. She has never visited his house. But here she was, in his room, and he couldn't be more irked by her rude entry. How the hell does she always have to act bitchy?! "Good to see you, too. Camilla. What an unpleasant surprise." He had to drop the Xbox and turn to her. He was shirtless and wearing denim pants. But he didn't bother to cover up. She came here uninvited. So he didn't owe her shit. He'd been home for hours after the mission and as usual, he was back to the only thing that was keeping him cool lately. Xbox. Now he had to drop it for Camilla. She had better have a good reason for visiting him and ruining his peace. "Deal with it." She scoffed an
49Ciara slowly opened her eyes just as the clock ticked midnight. She pushed off the duvet and sat up. For hours, she'd been pretending to be asleep. Scar had checked on her a few times and made calls to Ghost, saying she was sleeping.That only meant one thing — Ghost wasn't home yet. This was another chance to carry out her plans. Her plans to escape.She left the bed and slowly unlocked her door. She tiptoed to the living room and it was also empty. Her heart did a flip. Two steps to the exit, and she felt a presence behind her. She spun around and Scar was standing at the kitchen door with a mug."Going somewhere?" "No." Ciara was quick to get into the act. "No. I was just looking for you." She was instantly all smiles. The kind she's been fooling him with lately. "Here I am." He smiled back. "Wanna join me for a quick chat?" He gestured at the kitchen."Sure." Ciara nodded, nervous as fuck. She joined him in the kitchen and settled on the stool. "Uh…Ghost isn't returning ton
Ghost ran his hands hungrily through her body, grunting irritatedly at the clothes that were keeping him from ravaging her. He groped her boobs through her clothes while his other hand held the back of her neck tightly. With raged tugs, he got rid of her clothes, leaving them in shreds on the floor. Ciara gasped but it got swallowed by his ferocious kisses. She was literally gasping for air but his lips would suck hers right back in, giving her little chance to breathe. His tongue licked up her face like some enraged beast. Then his tongue traveled down her cleavage to her stomach, and she threw her head back, moaning aggressively at the sparks of pleasure letting loose. She was fucking wet and madly craving him thrusting deep into her and filling her up. It was insane that she was craving him so badly but she was. He picked her up, and her legs went around his waist. Her boobs were crushed on his chest as he led the way to the bedroom. Putting her down on the bed, he got rid of
'Mate.'Ghost knew the term. Dr. Studgens, his shrink, had dived into researching werewolves when he first started showing crazy similarities with them. She filled him in. Taught him a lot, most against his will. But if there was one thing that stuck with him, it was the 'mate' thing. Unlike humans, werewolves had a more intense connection when it had to do with the matters of the heart.Their love lives were predetermined by some deity. And when they eventually meet that person, they feel a crazy connection. That person is called a 'mate', and they spend the rest of their lives with that person. And if they ever lose that person, through death or shit, then they would be miserable for the rest of their lives. Ghost always thought it was a stupid and sick bargain. He detested it, having one's life forever tied to another. So right now, hearing her say that word to his face created a maddening rush inside him. "Your…mate?" He scoffed, brushing off the strands of hair on her face.
Chapter 52.Ghost pulled up in his car in the front yard of Don Carianno's apartment. The premises were heavily guarded by their men. He shut the door, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt, which had a few unbuttoned buttons. Glancing around, he started walking towards the building, with long and swift strides. The men bowed as he got closer. "Where's the boss?" He asked, not to anyone in particular. One of them replied. "At the pool."Ghost retraced his steps, hurrying to the pool. He found Don Carianno standing next to the pool, in a white flowing shirt and loose black pants. The cool breeze had the fabrics dancing in the air to its rhythm. He had a blunt between his fingers and was going hard at it, puffing the smoke in the air. Ghost could sense the melancholic aura hovering around him. Quietly, he went to stand beside him, staring into the dark horizons of the night, hands in pocket. They were both silent. "You almost lost your right-hand man, son." Don Carianno began
Chapter 53. Ghost drove out of Don Carianno's mansion, and headed to the hideout, troubled to the bone. He wasn't sure what had him feeling so edgy, but he couldn't shake off the feeling.He took the stairs to where he knew Scar was being treated. Vicious tides of sadness crashed around the walls of his heart as he saw Scar's pale body, still unconscious on the bed. Ghost sat next to the bed, watching him with a wrecked heart. "I'm so sorry, man. Fucking sorry." His apology made him feel even worse. If only he could…nah, enough thinking about it. He could never hurt Ciara like that. It was a painful fact. But Scar didn't deserve this either. So Ghost was left painfully conflicted. "I need you to do something for me, man. I just wish you could hear me.""I can," Scar muttered weakly, opening his eyes and slowly turning his head in Ghost's direction."You're awake," Ghost was ecstatic. For the first time in a long while, he actually smiled. "Thank heavens.""I've been awake for minut