Another loud cheer from the crowd for the Asian fighter left Ghost almost writhing in his seat. The fight was growing more intense and impossible to watch. The Asian guy had just run through his sixth victim, leaving the man with a broken rib. He was carried off the ring by a stretcher. And now, the Asian fighter was being flaunted as the winner. That wouldn't be the case though if someone else challenged him.
Gritting his teeth, Ghost prayed that someone else stepped into the ring. He wasn't close to being a religious man or a firm believer in the power of the cosmos. But right now, he needed a supernatural intervention, 'cause it was humanly impossible to intervene.
He was in a tight spot. He could never whisk her away from these many eyes as easily as he did before. It would only get things messy.
"I guess we have a winner…" Don Carianno was wheezing from the outcome of the fight. He signaled with his fingers and the men around Ciara untied her.
Ghost had his unwavering gaze pinned on them as they dragged her down the bleachers to the ring. The cage was opened and she was roughly tossed inside.
It aroused a crazy uproar that stirred Ghost up shitless, leaving him half-butted on the seat and on the verge of losing his cool.
The Asian fighter let out a guffaw as he picked up Ciara's tied frame, squeezing her into a tight back-hug. She was squirming in his hold, but with her hands tied to the back, there was just little she could do. And she would certainly not morph into a werewolf here. She'll get killed before she makes it out of here.
"Isn't he one lucky guy?" Sergio snorted with a jackass grin.
"Is he?" Ghost replied in an abrupt tone. His fingers clenched at the disgusting and infuriating sight in the ring. The Asian fighter was groping her boobs from behind.
He was toying with her like she was some erotic amusement. Which she was, but that fact left Ghost almost going insane. She shouldn't be anyone's plaything. Not even Don Carianno's. The idea of anyone touching her was corrosive to his heart. It always left him enraged.
"Hell yeah, he is. She's a sexy, little thing. Any man would wanna fuck her down to squirts." Sergio heaved.
"So you saying you never got to fuck her?" Ghost quizzed on. He needed to be sure.
"Nah. The boss wouldn't let me. He had other plans for her." Disappointment rang in Sergio's voice, but Ghost relaxed a bit. The urge to kill Sergio had just lessened a bit. All thanks to the fact that he didn't touch Ciara.
"She's the perfect key to get to Vlad." Don Carianno began, silencing the two guys. "Everyman in this building wants Vlad, so that makes her very priceless."
"What do you get in exchange for selling her off?" Ghost asked.
"I'll tell you later. And son…" Don Carianno waited, till Ghost finally averted his gaze to him. "...you'll be off on a mission soon."
"Sure." Ghost gave a curt nod, returning his gaze to the ring. For the first time, he wasn't a bit excited to be sent off on a mission.
He used to love it as that kept him away from Camilla's excessive craving for attention. But right now, he would do anything to stay back.
Ciara was pinned to the cage bars and the Asian fighter fussed with her panties. No doubt he intended to fuck her in front of this many people. It was always that way when a fighter earned a girl as a prize. He'd wanna explore her with a lot of cheering in the background. It inflates the ego. Makes him feel more like a hero. He should know. He did a lot of that shit back when he owned the ring. Turns out that having the fun was easier than watching the fun. Right now, watching them was eating him up from the inside.
"All this craziness would not be happening if you'd just admitted you wanted to fuck her. You know that, right?" Don Carianno taunted him. It wasn't a question anymore. It was a statement. He was pushing his buttons.
Ghost scoffed, releasing a lopsided smile. "If I wanted her, she wouldn't be in that ring and that motherfucker's hands would never get any close to her skin. You know that."
It was the best comeback he could give, and it seemed to let Don Carianno off his back. But Ghost knew the man better than anyone. Don Carianno was growing more suspicious the more he denies wanting to fuck the bitch. But there was nothing he could do. Admitting he wanted her after so many lies would only complicate things. He's told too many lies to come clean now.
The blaring sound went off, arousing another deafening cheer. Ghost couldn't help the smile that curled up his face. There was another contender. The fight wasn't over.
Two men from his hood came into the ring and scooped Ciara on their shoulders, taking her away. The contender walked in. Ghost assessed the man. He was a 6'1, burly American fighter. He stood a chance of winning if he knew his tactics and moves.
For the first time, Ghost was rooting for a fighter to win. He's never been this interested in a fight before. But the damned American dude had to win. That way, Ciara stays close and he has a chance to get her back.
If the Asian guy wins her, she'll be taken across the end of the world. And it'll be a hassle getting her back. He already calculated everything, so the damned American had no choice but to win.
Two minutes into the fight and Ghost was squirming with rage. The American was a daunted ass who only knew upfront attacks. There was no way he was gonna win. Ghost needed another way to secure Ciara and keep her from leaving with the Asian guy.
He texted Scar just two lines. *No winner*
Then he got a beep right after. *Sure, boss.*
"I'll be leaving first. Something came up." Ghost was on his feet, walking away with a stern look.
The cheer that vibrated the building signaled that the Asian guy just won. Ghost increased his strides, aiming for the door.
"What the fuck?!" The announcer yelled, and loud gasps followed. Grunting sounds and intense wincing filled the building. The man was choking on something.
The thud sound in the ring was the cue Ghost needed to let out his pent-up breath. There was no winner. Ciara would be staying back.
"Is he…dead?" The announcer asked in awe, just as Ghost got to the door. He turned, to get a good look. The Asian fighter was lying lifeless, foaming from his mouth. The place was in chaos.
Ghost turned around and left the building. Just then, he got a message from Scar. He took out his phone and checked it out.
*mission accomplished.*
Ghost was relieved. But he was slightly fazed. Another man was dead. And all because of his insane urge to protect Ciara and keep her by his side. How many more would he have to kill for her? And for what? Why was he doing this? He had no idea. But the thought of letting her leave his sight again terrified him. That much he knew.