Ghost killed the engine in front of the hide-out, and his headlights illuminated the dark area. For a split second, he thought about swerving back into the roads that led here. It wasn't too late to get out. His fingers drummed the steering at the last minute thought which made no difference, unfortunately.
Refusing to be swayed away from his promise, Ghost alighted the car, slamming the door shut. He opened the trunk with the key as he headed inside.
"Get the girl from the trunk." He ordered the men who were standing guard outside. They bowed and hurried to his car while he walked the hallways to Don Carianno's office.
The door opened before he could touch the knob and Sergio(Viper) walked out. He had a sardonic smile, and the cigarette between his fingers was lit and spilling little ashes. It was almost burning up to his fingers.
"Punk." He let out a throaty chuckle, bumping his shoulder against Ghost's, as he walked away.
Getting riled up and going after Viper would have been the logical reaction, but he wasn't here for Viper. He was here for Don Carianno. There would be a million chances to deal with Viper later.
He walked into the room, stopping halfway in with his hands smoothly tucked into his pockets.
Don Carianno had a teenage girl sucking off his cock, while he ravaged her pussy with his fingers. She was naked and scared. They were always scared but still tried to do a good job to save their skin.
Ghost waited to be noticed, 'cause rudely interrupting the session would be the utmost disrespect. It wasn't uncomfortable to wait, he was used to Don Carianno's sexcapades with his teenage bimbos.
The last popping sound and Don Carianno let out a deep, long groan. He'd cum inside her mouth and held her down so she could lick it all up.
Ghost lowered his head, pacing to the door and back. His lashes batted rapidly and he got hot beads of sweat built up on his back. Watching the girl gag on Don Carianno's cock made him briefly picture Ciara doing it on his.
It was the most stupid fantasy and it got his cock hard and burning with arousal in his pants. What the fuck was it about her that always brought him to the edge so quickly?
At the nightclub, he'd merely kissed her shoulder but he got one of the cruelest boners in return.
"What the fuck?" He breathed harshly, face-palming himself.
"Son."
Ghost turned in almost shock. The girl was standing now and picking up her clothes. Don Carianno was fastening his belt with a full grin on his face.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.." Ghost was cut off as the girl walked past him and the agony in her eyes caught his attention.
In a few minutes, Ciara would be through hell and back and she would have eyes blaring with agony like these. The thought of that jabbed at his gut.
"Don't worry about it. We were almost done. Want a drink?" Don Carianno poured him a glass and stretched it out to him.
Ghost took it and sipped from it absentmindedly. His mind was running wild and his head was throbbing with so many awful scenarios that left him feeling worse.
"Where's the girl?" Don Carianno asked, in a gruff tone.
"She's with the men." Ghost replied, gulping down more of his drink. He needed it to help him chill out and finish what he came to do here.
"Good." Don Carianno gave him scrutiny with his eyes. "What happened, Son? It was unlike you."
"I don't know. I–" Ghost rubbed his eyes with his fingers, fixing the words in his head. "I went mad when I saw Sergio with her. Not like she meant shit to me, but you know how possessive I get…"
"Yeah, but never have you gotten possessive over any victim. You've never cared, not even if you were the one who brought the person in."
"I know. I know. It's just–" How could he explain this to make perfect sense? Coming down here, he thought he had his explanation figured out, but right now, he wasn't sure what to say next.
"What's really going on, Son?" Don Carianno was on his feet, stepping away from his chair and approaching him. "Ever since you dropped her off last night, you've been off. Did something happen between you two?"
"No. I–"
"Do you want her?" It was the billion-dollar question and he found himself speechless for a few seconds.
"No." Ghost finally gave a vehement reply.
"C'mon, Son. Be honest. You know you can always have her for a few nights. It's not the first time we'll be pounding the same pussy."
Ghost gulped down the retch of fury climbing up his throat. His hands clenched in his pockets.
"I don't wanna fuck her, Boss." He reiterated on a more serious and professional note.
"Is this about Camilla? Are you being rebellious 'cause we insisted that she remains your moll(girlfriend)?"
"No, boss. I might hate that bitch but I'm sure the mafia has my best interest at heart, and that's why they insist I stay with her."
Don Carianno watched him closely for the next minute. Ghost knew he was studying him, trying to find out if he was lying or not. For that, he maintained a poker face, refusing to make himself an easy read.
He was hiding a lot of things and that included Ciara's identity as a werewolf. He can't tell that to Don Carianno. It'll make him kill her off sooner than he planned to.
Don Carianno let out a deep chuckle, tapping his shoulder and returning to his seat.
"Take a week off. Rest as much as it's gonna take to make you feel better. And don't worry, the spotlight will always be yours when you return."
Ghost gave an abrupt nod. "Sure, boss." He placed the glass on the table and turned to leave.
"Ain't you gonna ask what I plan on doing to the girl?" Don Carianno asked, stopping him in his tracks.
Ghost froze. His clenched jaw clenched even harder, threatening to grind his teeth into bits. It was a rough few seconds to control his rage before he turned with another poker face.
"I don't give a fuck about that. She's yours. Do whatever you want."
"Just what I needed to hear." Don Carianno laughed in a cocky tone, sopping his whiskey.
Lingering longer would only endanger him to a massive outburst, so he stormed out of the room. Out in the hallway, Ghost could barely control his rage.
It took every ounce of self-control for him to head to his car, get inside it and turn on the ignition. He was yet to drive off when her screams wafted into the night.
They held a corrosive force, which gradually tore down the walls of his heart. The screams were unending. He had to leave or he would be forced to run back in and scoop her into his arms again.
Driving away from the scream and the eerie compound of the hide-out, Ghost was an emotional mess. Something about tonight made him know his life would never feel the same again. It was permanently marred by the girl who was supposed to be just a mission.