CHAPTER 10."I couldn't have spent that much time with her and not fuck her. She's sexy and has the body of an angel. I'd be crazy to let her go without having a good taste of her." Don Carianno announced with much pride and satisfaction.It was an agonizing one minute for Ghost. Clenching his fist tighter and gritting his teeth was the most modest way he could show his tsunami of fury.He couldn't understand why he was damned furious about Don Carianno doing what he did. It wasn't his first. Won't be his last. The grey-haired, burly geezer was a sucker for younger girls. He has always been. And on some occasions, Ghost usually ships down young, sexy girls to him in exchange for whatever he wants. It was a drill.Feeling pissed off right now was rather unreasonable and his heart had to understand that. It had to understand that Ciara wasn't his cup of tea. She was nothing but one of his accomplished missions. Don Carianno noticed the grimace on his face. "You okay?""Yeah. Yeah, I'm

CHAPTER 12.Ciara was taken aback by his brash reaction. For the next few seconds, no one said a word. His haughty, blazing eyes were on her, but they were spiked with confusion and another deep, raw, sizzling emotion that she couldn't place a finger on.She took another step back, wondering what the hell was going on. This was Jason, right? It had to be him. But then, it felt like it wasn't. What the fuck was going on?Waking up on the bed a few minutes ago, she'd felt one thing first. The intense, mesmerizing scent. It filled the room, latched on the shirt she found herself wearing, on the bed sheet, and her skin.She wondered where she was. The last thing she remembered was being fucked by that Mafia Don. It was the most humiliating experience and recalling it filled her with rage. When this was all over and she got out of whatever mess she was in, she would definitely come for him.She recalled being saved by a man when those assholes tried to burn her face. The man looked like Ja

"When I said I needed a doctor, I didn't mean a doctor in the family, you nit-wit!" Ghost snapped for the umpteenth time, after peering into the bedroom.The doctor had gone in a while ago and he has been restless. He left the door ajar, peeking through it at intervals of seconds.Right now, Ciara was a hotdog, craved by every member of the family. After whisking her away from them last night, they were probably craving to have her in their grasp again. He would be damned to leave her behind closed doors with anyone of them. Not even if that one was a doctor, a janitor, or the last member of the family. They were his family too, but right now, he wasn't gonna hesitate to blow out their brains if they made any reckless move on her."I'm sorry, man. Alright? You didn't tell me what happened last night. No one did." Scar swiped a hand through his brown hair, pacing the floor. He looked as disturbed as Ghost. Even worse 'cause Ghost had been breathing down his neck since he arrived with

"Ryder!" He looked up, ignoring Jay's repeated taps on his lap. Grunts filled the air as both men struggled against each other. Ryder had the poor guy in an arm triangle submission, and it's been almost a minute. With a grunt, he finally let Jay go, pushing him away. He collapsed on the floor, while Ryder got out of the boxing ring, taking off his pad. "What's up?" Ryder asked between pants. Beads of sweat ran profusely down his bare chest, sliding down his shorts. His hair was ruffled, and there was a funny feeling in his toes, safely tucked inside low-top Nike boots. He flexed his legs, trying to release the tense feeling. An Omega came over, handing him a bottle of water and gently wiping the sweat with a towel. "This just came in." Fred waved the envelope in the air. "It's from the OIA." "Let me see that." Ryder snatched it from him, ripping it open. It was a few seconds and he was trembling in mad rage. The nerves in his temples were throbbing nonstop. "They won't help, wil

JASON! JASON!! JASON!!!With a leap, Ghost jerked up from the couch, almost hitting the ground but pulled himself back and curled into the couch. He was panting like he just ran a million miles a second. Beads of sweat ran down his face, sliding into his clothes. He was a mess. Mumbling and almost panicking."What happened?" Dr. Studgens asked, kneeling in front of him. She was a woman in her 30s. Professional and his shrink. Her hands repeatedly rubbed his kneecap to try to get him to settle down. She was a bit scared. Putting him under hypnosis was her idea. But seeing him like this afterward, it just might have been a bad idea.Words eluded Ghost as he buried his head between his legs, waiting for the trembling to stop. "Tell me. What did you see?" Dr. Studgens urged."Werewolves." Ghost muttered. Just like the nightmares he's been having these past two weeks, his trance right now was the same. Don Carianno had given him a week off but he had taken two instead. To deal with his