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42"He's not okay. I could see it in his eyes. Something's wrong." Don Carianno sighed, pulling at his buttons and letting his coat fly. He was suffocated with worries and he didn't need more stress from his clothing adding to it. Ever since the meeting with Ghost ended, he's been fucking moody and worried. How could he not be? The guy had been completely absent in the conversation they had.He looked torn. Distorted. And Lord have mercy it better not be because of that damned girl. "You think it's because of Ciara?" Sergio asked, slumping on the couch. They were home. In one of the Carianno's mansions. "I'm not a hundred percent sure. But it could be. Ghost has always been Ghost. He only became a lesser and crazier version since she showed up. I just hope he heard everything I said about the mission. I'll be fucked up if we lose this shipment.""That's not gonna happen. Ghost might be an ass. But he's never lost on a mission. He's not about to start now." Sergio grabbed the Xbox.
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43The laughter in the hallway caused Ghost to slow down on his steps. It was coming from his apartment. Fucking strange, who would be laughing in there, and at this late hour?He put in his combination and the door opened. Slowly, he walked in, hands on his gun, until he got into the sitting room. The laughter increased and he was a bit stunned by the sight.Scar, who was exquisitely dressed in clothing that very much belonged to Ghost, was on the couch, with Ciara. She looked different. But in a good way.Her hair was free and falling to her face and back. She wore a silver night dress which was almost transparent. And her face was glowing. She looked at home. Comfortable. Something she hadn't been with him.Ghost looked around. There were no other men in here. He'd met a few of them downstairs and in the hallway. But that was it. No one else was inside his apartment. Just Scar and Ciara.What the hell did they need the privacy for? The thought came with a ruthless knot in his chest
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44"Jason!""Jason!!""Jason!!!"*Ghost woke up with a jerk, almost bolting out of the bed. He was hyperventilating and his whole body was covered in beads of sweat. His hands clenched the sheets, and he shut his eyes at the tremor that rushed through his spine. It took minutes before he could breathe properly.Another nightmare. Another were–wolfish nightmare. Another night of being subjected to the torture of their screams and howls. Another night of seeing a replica of him and being called the weird name, 'Jason.' How much longer does he have to put up with it? How much longer before these nightmares would leave him alone?With a heavy sigh, he got out of bed and went into the bathroom. He had a quick, cold, and long shower. He spent almost an hour there. The cold water was therapeutic and he needed it to wash off the trails of whatever panic he had a while ago. Finally, he came out and got dressed. Ready to head back to the hideout. He didn't wanna return there so soon. But he
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45.Ghost arrived at the hideout drenched in thoughts. The men in the hallway were in silent chatters and were giving him weird stares. He fucking expected this after his mess last night. He walked into one of the rooms and was hit by the foul stench of blunts and booze.It was half a study and half a storeroom for guns and other weapons. But it was messy with shit littered in all directions. He could make out a few stubs between the mess.Don Carianno was standing at the window, puffing hard on the blunt between his fingers. He seemed to have noticed the extra presence but he didn't bother to turn around."Can we talk?" Ghost broke the silence. "Please?""I asked you to rest, son. What are you doing here?" Don Carianno was all shades of grumpy. "I wanna fix the mess I caused yesterday." Ghost said. He sounded desperate. Way too desperate. Don Carianno turned swiftly. "What's up with that voice? Don't tell me you're fucking depressed.""No. I'm not. I'm just sad about what happened
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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
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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
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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
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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
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