Chapter 7

 

During the ride back, I was full of nerves. Those little bastards had us set up from the beginning. That pisses me off beyond anything I’ve ever felt. Pulling into the clubhouse, I climb off my bike still feeling the rage as it burns its way through me.

“Fuckin’ bullshit!” I roar. Slamming my helmet down on my bike, I glance over at Devil.

“Yeah, it was. I can’t believe those little fucks!” He’s as pissed as I am. Now we’re going to have to deal with local cops. Thank fuck, we got out of there when we did. We walk in the front doors, fuming from the shit they just pulled. It’s not so much that they tried to fuck us, it’s more of the fact that now we’re going to be on the police's radars. Dragon roars from the kitchen. “Get in here!”  Couldn’t miss that if you tried.

Devil and I share a look before heading toward the kitchen to get this shit over with.

“I got a call into Wiley. We’ll see what the fuck comes up when he calls back. What the hell happened out there, Ghost?” Dragon asks as he runs his hand through his hair while he paces. At least he doesn’t look as pissed as I thought he would be.

“They pulled, Dragon. Went after both bags. Started shootin’ at us, we fired back.” Devil chuckles next to me, when all eyes turn to him.

“What? We killed all those motherfuckers.” Devil’s looks never change. It’s a little funny watching him like that. Shaking my head, I blow out a breath.

“We did what we had to do, Dragon.  They fired, we handled that shit. How about next time—you check out those motherfuckers before sendin’ us into a goddamn ambush!” My nerves are firing off. I don’t know what the hell has gotten into me.

“You may be my VP, Ghost, but I’ll still fuck your world up! You want out motherfucker? Walk!” Dragon snaps, but it’s not the first time it’s happened. He always blows his shit up on me. I don’t respond. I stand there chuckling like a kid. Pissing him off a little further.

“Glad you’re ok. Both of you,” Dragon’s tone calms before he stomps out of the room. It’s almost funny to see him like that.

“You pissed him the fuck off, Ghost.” Devil chuckles before lighting up a joint.

“Don’t I always?” Turning to head out of the room, the phone rings.

“Bitches R' Us. What can I do to piss you off today?” I answer.  Devil explodes into laughter but the tears on the other end–are what tug at my heart.

“Please don’t hang up, Ghost,” Mel says on the other line. I scrub my hand over my face, knowing it’s her.

“You can’t keep doin’ this, Mel.”  I hear her sigh on the other end. Devil slaps my shoulder before nodding toward the door. I give him a quick nod before he walks out.

“I need help, Ghost. A lot of shit has happened. I can’t get out of it.” She says, and my stomach clenches. I knew she was in trouble. She wasn’t calling for me, she needed help. Why is that pissing me off so badly? Did I want her to want me? Did I want her to call for me? To get back with me? A part of me wants to say yes, the other part knows how fucked up that is.

“I can’t do this, Mel. Maybe you should call your parents.” Her tears threaten to rip my heart out. Pulling that phone away from my ear was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Tossing it onto the counter, I walk out. I need some space. I need some alcohol. No–I need some pussy. Sliding my phone out, I call Nessa.

“Hey, Ghost.” Nessa says when she answers. God, that voice could melt me if I’d let it.

“Can you come over here? Been a long day.” I ask. She sighs into the phone.

“I can’t right now. I’m working. I’ll be there later—.” Clicking the phone off before I can respond, I throw it against the wall. This day has been way too much for me. I can’t deal with anything else.

Amber’s voice filters through the hallway. “That’s not going to be good tomorrow.”  Spinning around to look at her, she smiles. She stands in front of me in nothing but a t-shirt, that barely covers her ass. My eyes travel up and down her long, sexy legs.

“Shit, Amber.” Her eyes twinkle, as she takes a step closer to me.

“You need a friend, Ghost?” She purrs. Licking my lips, I need a lot more than that.

“I need a fuck, darlin’. A friend has no place in what I’m feelin’.” Reaching for her, she gladly falls into my arms.  Grabbing the hem of her shirt, I slowly pull it over her head, not caring that we’re still in the hallway. I grab a condom out of my jeans before shoving them to the floor. In the back of my mind, I know this is wrong. In the moment, I don’t give a shit—I need this.

Ripping the condom open with my teeth, I slide it on quickly. Shoving into her, I slam her against the wall. Thrusting as deep as I can get, I feel nothing. It doesn’t even feel as good as I thought it would.  My hips rotate, pressing further into her.

“Fuckin’ squeeze me, Amber,” Grunting, I rock into her. I need to feel something, anything.

“Oh, my God!” Hearing that voice—stirs everything up inside me.  Turning my head, I look into the eyes of the girl that I just ripped apart. I slide out of Amber, grabbing for my jeans. I yank them up as Amber whines.

“You can’t just stop!” Amber whines as she stomps behind me, I laugh.

“You weren’t doin’ shit anyway,”  I say. Nessa’s eyes are full of tears.

“Nessa–wait,”  I say. Shaking her head, she walks back down the hallway. It’s not until I notice the backpack on her back that I start to realize where she was.

“You said you were workin’.” Nessa’s laugh isn’t natural. It’s forced, and pissed.

“I should have been.” She doesn’t stop walking. She continues down the hallway until I can’t take it anymore.  Grabbing her arm, I pull her to a stop.

“What the hell is goin’ on, Nessa?” I ask again.  Her eyes brim with tears. I hate this—I hate that I’m doing this to her. I knew it would happen, though. I knew I’d ruin this girl.

“Let me go, Ghost. Obviously–you were busy.” Shaking her arm, I won’t let go.

“I asked you to come!” I yell at her. Her eyes blaze with fury.

“So, you fucked someone else?” Damn, I didn’t think she’d be here. She said she was working.

“You just popped the fuck up. I needed someone, I fuckin’ called you!” Her face falls. It’s no longer pissed, it’s sad.

“I was going to surprise you.” I feel like a fucking asshole right now.

“I’m sorry, Nessa.” She shakes her head, turning away from me.

“Nessa, please.” Never letting go of her arm, I pull her back.

“I don’t know what’s goin’ on with me. There’s just so much shit that I can’t handle right now.” She turns to face me, her tears sliding down her cheeks.

“Well, I was only going to add to that—I’m pregnant.” 

***

Oh, shit. Did she just say what I think she said? There’s no way. I’m always safe. I use condoms.

This can’t be—

“It can’t be mine,” I say, the words tumbling from my mouth. Her mouth drops open.

“You son of a bitch.” Her hand slams into my cheek. The burn that stays in its wake is a welcomed feeling. Nessa turns, running down the hallway. I can hear her sobbing as she runs away from me. I can’t blame her, I’d run from me, too. I drop my head, letting that play over in my mind. She can’t be pregnant with my kid.

“Ghost! You here?” Hearing Devil yelling for me, I pull myself out of that daze. No, it isn’t mine.

“Yeah!” Hollering down the hallway, I head that way thinking it might be important. I didn’t expect to see him standing there with a sobbing Nessa cradled in his arms.

“Wanna’ tell me why the fuck she’s hysterical?” Angel stands off to the side watching, but not saying a word. I drag my eyes back to Devil’s and shake my head.

“Angel, go get Roc, and take Nessa down to Aria,” Devil snaps. Angel moves quickly, taking Nessa’s sobbing body into her arms. I hate that I hurt her. I hate that she’s crying because of me, but fuck! That baby can’t be mine.I watch Angel walk away with her before Devil moves in on me.

“What the hell is goin’ on?” He’s inches from my face, pissing me off a little more.

“Not your business, Devil.” Gritting my teeth, this has nothing to do with him, or this club, for that matter. Roc walks in, taking in the extremely close proximity that Devil and I now share. “What’s goin’ on?” He asks.

“You saw her. Ask your boy here. If you laid a hand on that girl–I’ll fuckin’ kill you myself.” Devil isn’t playing, and I know it.

“I didn’t fuckin’ touch her. She said she was fuckin’ pregnant! It can’t be mine!” Snapping in his face, Devil takes a step back. I hear Roc at the same time mumbling under his breath.

“Why can’t it be yours? You been fuckin’ her for a while now!” He snaps. Devil seems more pissed about this than I am.

“I used a condom every goddamn time, man!” Roc laughs before walking over.

“Yeah, that’s never failed before.”

“Except that one time—you didn’t.” Aria stands there with her arms crossed over her chest, glaring at me.

“When was that?” I ask, testing her. Yeah, I pushed her goddamn buttons.

And, I lost.

“The party. Does that ring any fucking bells?”