CHAPTER 13
The trickling blood from her forehead jabbed at Ghost, creating a hollow feeling in his heart. It was a foreign feeling. Never felt it before. It was strong and made him almost regret getting physical with her.
Just the same time, he shrugged off the thought, yanking her off the ground and forcing her butt onto a stool. He sat on a couch, facing her and leaving zero proximity between them. Her thighs brushed his legs, forcing a seethed groan from him.
She was shivering and her heartbeat was fucking loud, almost deafening. It was exhilarating to see her scared and tamed, but at the same time, he felt bitter from it. Fucking complicated!
Her hair fell on her face and when he reached to tuck them behind her ears, she evaded his touch. He bit down a rumbling cuss and forcefully tucked her hair behind her ear, getting a better view of her face.
"Who are you?" Her voice oozed with panic. She looked at him. "Who the hell are you?"
He smirked. "Did I suddenly quit being Jason?"
"You're not Jason. You could never be Jason." Ciara was sure now. This man was dominating and a fucking bad news. Jason was a soft soul. They could never be the same person.
"Glad we finally got that confusion out of the way. It was beginning to irritate the shit out of me." Ghost scoffed. Still, he was silently irked by the question. 'Who the hell was Jason?'
"Who are you?"
"Told you already. I'm the man who's gonna give you a free pass to hell if you don't answer my questions." Ghost repeatedly, more sternly now. He was done fucking with her. He needed answers and she was gonna give it, one way or the other.
"I don't know any Vlad. And Tyson, I'm not sure where he is right now. I already told that to your boss…"
"But you know who the fuck Ryder is, right?" Ghost cut in. She fell silent, but her pupils dilated.
"Why do you care about that?" Ciara eyed him suspiciously. He might have felt familiar a while ago. But right now, he was a stranger and had no business with Ryder.
"The guy at the nightclub said he wasn't gonna shoot me because of Ryder. That left me on edge. So I need to know who he is. Also, who the fuck is Jason? Both you and your friend mistook me for him. There had to be a valid reason."
Ciara gave no replies. Ryder might be an asshole and they might have bad blood but she would never sell him off to a man as strange and unnerving as this one in front of her.
She had to get out of there before things escalated. She had to get out right now.
With no heads-up, Ciara launched off the stool, giving him a firm kick to the chest. She raced to the window, ready to plunge through it.
"What the fuck?!" Ghost went into a feral rage, grabbing her leg and hurling her back into the room. She fell into a glass chair and got engulfed in shards of glass.
She stood, baring her fangs and her claws. Hell and be damned, she was getting out of here, no matter what!
"Holy shit!" Ghost was stupefied at what she turned into. "A fucking werewolf!"
Ciara howled in return, aiming for the window again. He beat her to it, kicking her away from the window and rushing her when she fell.
She tried to get up but he pinned her hands to the floor, forcing her to stay down.
"Let me go!!" Ciara was in a murder fit. Her fangs were gone from how tightly he was pinning her. How the hell could he overpower her wolf? Wasn't he…human?!
"So you a damned werewolf, just like the guy in the nightclub!" Ghost was panting heavily, squeezing her hands under his grip. "What the hell were you thinking trying to jump down the window?"
"I need to get out of here!"
"Through the window? Are you crazy? This is the 12th floor. What if people had caught sight of you? Then you gonna be in the fucking papers and I'm gonna be part of your messy scandal!"
"It isn't the first time you'll be making the papers, is it?" Caira clapped back, squirming under him.
"No, but it will be the first time I'll be making the papers alongside a gruesome beast!" He sputtered, forcing her hands down. "What the fuck were you thinking?!" He lifted her slightly, then smashed her back into the ground again.
Ciara let out a piercing yelp, kicking in all directions. He was like a wall, unmovable. Her efforts were a waste against him. How the hell was he so strong?
Her struggles quieted as she felt someone trying to mind-link her.
'Ciara, where are you?' it was a rushed tone.
'Giveon!' She was elated. Right now, she was in danger and needed all the help she could get. 'Please, come save me. The Capo has me.'
"Giveon?" Ghost muttered, with squinted eyes. "Your werewolf buddy?"
"How –" Horror clouded her face. "How did you hear that? I didn't say it out loud. I didn't mumble it either. So how the fuck?" It was frightening to have him listening to her thoughts. He shouldn't be able to do that.
Ghost was speechless. He wanted to argue that she had muttered it like he argued at the nightclub. But he was staring at her the whole time and her lips never moved to say those words. So how the hell did he hear her loud and clear?
This was fucking crazy. She was messing with his head. Werewolves were disgusting creatures that could do anything, including making one second-guess his sanity. Like she was doing to him right now.
He let go of her hands, getting away from her. His clammy hands ran through his face, and his heart was racing. What the hell was happening to him?
"You read my thoughts." Ciara voiced out.
"No, I didn't!" Ghost turned to her with a snap.
"The fuck you didn't!" Ciara was on her feet, favoring her bruised wrists. "At the nightclub and a minute ago, you read my fucking thoughts."
"I'm not some goddamn freak who reads thoughts!"
"Freaks don't read thoughts. Werewolves do! They can read the thoughts of their…" She slowed, as it dawned on her. "...mates?" It can't be. He could never be her mate.
"Don't you dare link me to your kind. I'm sick and tired of having abilities that connect with your repulsing kind. Fuck y'all! Who the hell do y'all think you are trying to fuck with my head?!" Ghost had lost it. He wasn't having anymore of her bullshit.
He reached out and grabbed her wrist, dragging her back to the bedroom.
"I've entertained enough of your absurdity. Now I'm gonna fuck with you like you're trying to do with me!" He tied her up, both her legs and hands together.
"What do you want from –" Her remaining words were muffled as he gagged her up.
"Be quiet!" He hissed, stepping out of the bedroom. Just then, the doorbell rang. He hurried to go check who it was.