"Where are you taking me?" Ciara's voice grew into a panic as she asked for the umpteenth time since they left the hideout.As usual, Sergio said no words. He hasn't said a thing since they got inside his car. His right hand held the steering, and the other hand held a gun, pointed at Ciara, who was seated on the passenger's seat. Just in case she makes any funny movements.Ciara glanced out the window, and there was nothing but endless lines of trees and abandoned buildings. It was a track road that had the most eerie sound. Where was he taking her?He stepped on the gas, increasing his speed, and Ciara had to struggle to keep her heart from sinking in fear. Tears flowed ceaselessly down her eyes. She fisted her skirt, muttering endless prayers to the Moon Goddess.She might have never been a religious girl and most times, questioned the existence of the goddess. But right now, she was a firm believer, and she needed a supernatural intervention to save her from the claws of the beast

Ghost was struggling to control himself as her scent flooded his nostrils, seeping into his body, springing up a rage of desire in him. Nothing would be more appealing than pinning her back against that goddamned car and fucking the shit out of her. Fucking her down to her bloody release and licking it up. Setting her insides ablaze with his hungry cock. If only it was that simple. If only he could put away the crazy 'what ifs' and just indulge what he was feeling for her.But he couldn't. All he could do right now was cloud his need with a bit of an aggressive attitude. "Well, tough shit. You belong to the Mafia. To us…" He so badly wanted to say 'to me,' but it would seem too possessive, and he surely didn't want her to detect the raging feelings he was grooming for her.Letting her go was the right thing to do. She seemed to have lost someone special, and she had loved ones waiting for her. And there was no certainty that she would be safe after the two weeks Don Carianno gave.

34 With the speed of lighting, Ghost was up and had rounded the table, slamming Sergio's head on the table and keeping it down firmly with his hand, squashing it against the rough surface of the table. "If I say tread carefully, you should know it's about to get fucking dirty, asshole!" Ghost rasped, taking out a dagger and impaling it right into Sergio's thigh. He let out a thunderous yell, struggling with all his strength to break free from Ghost. But he could only try. He was no match for Ghost's steel-like hold, especially when he was in such a monstrous mood. "The only reason this dagger isn't cutting off your fucking cock is because you didn't fuck her. I made sure to ask before coming down here." "What the fuck is your problem, man?! She's just a slut!" Sergio cried out, still squirming. His leg was oozing blood. "Now, that's where you're wrong," Ghost breathed out rashly, grabbing a handful of Sergio's hair. "She's not a slut. Not 'your' slut. She's mine." "Yours? What t

36. Scar scoffed in disbelief, moving closer to Ghost. Surely, he must be kidding when he said those words."Dude, you can't push her that way. What if she does it?""Go wait outside, Scar." Ghost ordered, refusing to look at him. He needed some bit of privacy to handle her."You sure?" Scar was hesitant, and he glanced at Ciara who had the knife still aimed at her wrist. There was no telling if she was really gonna do it or not. But Ghost was certainly not handling the situation rightly either. They both seemed to have lost the better part of their senses and leaving them alone would be detrimental. Still, he could never defy Ghost's orders. No matter how unreasonable they were."Take it easy, man. Please." It was all Scar could say before leaving the apartment. "So what's it gonna be?" Ghost cleared his throat, strutting further into the room. He was keeping his distance from her, but he was alert. Just in case she tries to jump out the window or do one of her crazy, wolfy shit.

38"Not without my permission?" Ciara repeated. It sounded too good to be true. His boss did rape her and he seemed like he would too when he took the knife from her and viciously stated his intentions to her face.She had expected the worst from him last night. Till this moment, she still couldn't believe that he didn't touch her. "Yeah." Ghost nodded. His lips stretched into an almost smile. "Sounds unbelievable, right?""Yeah. You said you were gonna make me your plaything. You made that clear —""Yeah, I did. But I need your consent for that." He said.Ciara arched her brow. He chuckled briskly, brushing his fingers over her neck. She sucked in a harsh breath at his touch. "Let me rephrase that…you need to beg me to fuck you, for me to do it.""What?" It was funny and ridiculous. She never begged anyone in her life to fuck her. Except Ryder. Why the hell did he think she would? "I'll never do that…""Yes, you will. I'll make sure of that. And it's only at that point that I can t