Page 33 of Ghost
“Never blame yourself for some stupid coward fuck playing games with your life and your safety. Nothing is your fault, Bunny. Do you get me?” I ask. No one has the right to make her feel this way, especially some fucked up psycho who thinks he gets to play with me and mine.
“I get you, Big Papa,” she says.
“Mama Tiz, you didn’t screw anything up, anyway. We got the fucker, no one blew up, and the townsfolk have a pretty fuckin cool new story to tell. Wins all around,” Taz says with a stupid grin.
Tizzy just laughs at that, and I can’t help but send up a silent prayer of thanks to whoever may be listening that my woman can roll with all our crazy punches.
“While I’d love to hear more about the shenanigans you boys are all planning now, how about ya’ll fill me in in the morning. I’m bushed and just don’t have the patience to listen to any of it tonight,” Tizzy admits, looking up at me with eyes that beg me to take her to bed.
Unable to deny my woman a thing, I ask Omen and Caesar to finish the debrief with the rest of the men while I take Tizzy to our room.
“Why don't you take a nap, Bunny,” I suggest, closing the door behind us.
“You gonna take one with me?” she asks, shimming out of her heels and skin-tight jeans. Fuck, she's so damn tempting.
“I’ll join you before long, baby. Just got to take care of some business first.”
She pouts, but I can tell she understands what I’ve got to do next. She climbs in bed, and I throw the covers over her, giving her one last kiss. Leaving our room quietly, I turn and make my way down the hall past the now-empty war room, through the garage hanger, and through another coded door into a space I haven’t shown Tizzy yet. The cells.
Walking into the room, I notice that most men are already here. Only Crypt is missing, but that’s not surprising. Blood isn’t his thing, and he has plenty to do on the tech side of all of this, beefing up our security and combing any and all surveillance we might have on this fucker.
I’m not surprised by what I see when I enter the room. This isn't our first rodeo, and I can damn sure guarantee it ain't going to be our last. The fucker is pinned to the wall by shackles that are welded into the walls.
“What do we have here?” Taz says, pushing off the far wall where he and Mania were leaning. Mania quickly mimics the move. None of the rest of us are surprised by the sudden change in their demeanor.
The thing with those two is that they are the constant class clowns, the life of the party, and they never take anything seriously. Never. I’ve actually seen the fuckers skipping and tossing grenades in the middle of a mother fucking war zone. I’m not exaggerating. However, there is one notable exception to the rule. The interrogation room. There is no joking here. Taz and Mania are cool, calm, collected, and, most of all, completely batshit crazy and utterly unpredictable during these sessions.But the worst part… completely stoic. This, right here, is why they are the enforcers.
“Time to get this show on the road,” Mania says calmly. Taz gives him a chin nod.
“I don't know anything! Look, I don't know who any of you guys are. Please, just let me go,” the fucker speaks up, his voice shaking so bad his teeth are clattering.
“You brought a ticking fucking package right into my front door, and you know nothing? You expect me to believe that dick head?” I nearly shout. This fucker could have endangered my family. I don't take this shit lightly, and someone will fucking pay.
“I swear it wasn't ticking when he gave it to me,” he cries.
“Gave it to you?” Mania asks, holding up a pair of weed clippers. Taz is beside him with a blowtorch, testing the fire.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” the guy says, going pale as he watches the two. “Please let me go. I was only delivering the package.”
“Who gave you the package?” Taz asks, walking slowly up to him.
“I don't know. We didn't exchange names. The guy gave me two hundred dollars and told me where to drop it off. He said it was for the grand opening. I didn't know, man. I didn't know!” He pleads with us, and as I look at Taz and Mania, I know they are thinking the same thing. This guy is telling the truth. This isn't our guy.
“Fuck!” I slam my fist into the wall before turning back to the room. “Get a description of the guy. Get Crypt on cameras. Find out where and when they met, and I want all the cameras in atwo-mile radius. I want every fucking detail,” I demand before turning and heading back through the door.
Tonight and this interrogation have had me thinking of who this fucker might be. The few times Tizzy has mentioned her home life and the information I gathered while trying to learn more about her has made me wonder… what if her past has finally caught up with her?
This fucker is slimy, and it's really starting to get to me. What's worse is he's wasting time I could be spending with my fucking woman. Right now, that's exactly what I plan on doing—grabbing onto my woman and holding her tight until it's time to deal with a new day. I’ll talk to her about my suspicions later and form a plan. I think it's time I take a ride out to her old stomping grounds. See what I find there and make sure it stays in the backward ass town.
One way or another, though, I will end this. No one is taking my bunny from me. This mission feels like my entire world is on the line, and I’ll be damned if I let someone shatter us.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Tizzy
I fell asleep last night before Devon came back to the room, the day just finally getting to me. I thought I would have a harder time falling asleep. But I’m glad I’m going through this with people who are more equipped than me to handle this, who know what they’re doing and care about me and my safety. I think I’m definitely in the right spot. Waking up with Devon's arms around me, holding me tight, just cements it more. I never knew how much I needed this man until he came riding into my life.
I shift in the bed and smile as his arms automatically tighten around me, pulling me closer to his chest. I feel his hard length against my behind and can't contain the moan that passes from my lips. I’ve never wanted or needed someone as much as this man. Every thought makes my body feel alive, safe, protected, but utterly alive. Like I’m floating but not having to worry about drifting away because this man will never let me go.