I listen to the muffled yelling over the roar of the bar music, trying to focus on the game of pool I’m playing, but it’s not much use.
"Ghost, get your fuckin shit and head out." Hawk boomed through the bar.
"Yep." I huff, walking over to Cassie. "Sorry, I have to go. I wanted to talk to you before all this shit blew through. It'll have to wait now." I kiss her forehead and make my way to my room.
I pull her chin up, looking into her eyes, her right one still swollen. I lightly ran my fingers over her brow, "I promise to make it up to you when I get back. I spent all last year trying to track you down. I was a complete idiot. There's no excuse. But I will fix this if you give me a chance." I kiss her cheek, "I'm not sure how long I'll be gone, and I don't expect you to wait for me. I understand if you find someone else, hell I half hope you do. You only ever end up hurt with me in your life. Look at how well you did without me around last year." I sigh, walking away.
I want so badly to turn around and steal one last look at her, but I know doing so would only break my heart more having to leave her and possibly leaving behind the only chance at fixing everything.
I strap my bag in and straddle my bike, turning the key the engine roars to life. I kick the stand up and tore out of there. The last thing I see is her standing there leaning on her crutches, looking defeated.
The weeks had droned on painfully slow.
I haven't heard much from Ghost, just the random late-night call checking in on me. I'm not sure if it made things better or worse, it made my heart ache for him. Hearing his voice in those few phone calls had my soul longing for him.
There were times I wanted nothing else than to hear his voice, but I wouldn't risk calling and getting him caught. Him coming back into my life then suddenly being ripped away again brought up a whole lot of memories I didn't care to remember.
"Hey, you ready to go?" A gruff voice pulls me from my thoughts.
"Yeah, I just have to grab my bag."
Axel is taking me to get my cast off today, and Dad has my brothers tagging along as reinforcements. It’s my first time going to town since I left the hospital and dad’s more on edge than I am. Hell, at this point, I’m ready to risk being kidnapped or killed just to get out of here for a minute.
"You have no idea." It’s been an extremely long eight weeks with this damn thing on. I’m more than ready for some freedom.
After a few moments of buzzing and snipping, it’s off, "Now you'll have to wear this brace for a few weeks yet, and make sure to keep up with the physical therapy!" He rasped.
I couldn't give a shit less if I had to wear a brace. It’s a hell of a lot better than the former.
"Yep, you got it." I sat up, throwing my legs over the small bed. "Let's get out of here!" I look at Axel, but his face was contorted worry as he stares down at his phone.
"Oh yeah, let's go." He gets up, holding his hand out to help me up.
"What's with the face?" I study at him, but it’s hard to get a read on a guy I barely know.
"Oh, uh. It's nothing, just club stuff." He slides his phone back in his pocket.
I try prying it out of him the whole way home, but he’s hell-bent on not breathing a word. My stomach is doing flips, I just know something’s wrong, but no one will tell me. That just made it worse.
I wobble through the club door, and my heart drops at the sight of Ghost, he’s lying on a couple of pulled together bar tables unconscious.
"Is. Uh. Is he?" I can't get the word out.
"He's alive. Looks worse than it is." The club doctor replies, not even looking up from the stitches he’s weaving.
My brothers come in behind us instantly trying to drag me away, but it's too late. My legs feel like they’re cemented to the floor, I can't move.
"Stop," I whisper, and their arms drop to their sides.
"He'll be fine, Cass. He's one tough bastard." Caden tells me.
"What, uh, what happened?" I’m unable to take my eyes off all the blood.
"Someone get her out of here." I hear the words, but they sound like they come from a mile away. Everything’s in slow motion, but my thoughts are spinning out.
I feel someone pick me up. The next thing I know, I’m in my room and finally snap out of whatever trance I was in.
"What the hell happened! Someone better start fucking talking!" I say, pacing the room. I couldn't sit still if my life depended on it.
"He was riding back to the club with some information. Spinner was meeting up with him on the edge of town." Carter walks over to my chair and sits down. "A couple of Saints must have tailed Spinner is our best guess. They flew around Spinner and caught up to Ghost at the overlook, they shot his tires out, and he went flying off his bike. He looks worse than he is. His bike is a total loss. He's going to be livid."
"I don't give a fuck about his bike Carter!" I snap at him.
"Chill, Cass, he got the fuckers before he lost consciousness. He's one tough fucker that one. From the looks of it, it's mostly road rash. I'm sure once he's cleaned up, it'll be nothing. The bullet barely grazed his side."
"They shot him, too?!"
"Really, Cassie? You've shot him." Caden chuckled.
"That's different. I wasn't intending on killing him. They, on the other hand, were." I grit out.
"Don't worry, you guys will have plenty of time to make up when he wakes up, and by the sounds of the yelling downstairs, I'm guessing that's now," Caden says, half laughing.
He lets out a breathy laugh in suit, "yeah, sounds about right."
I look over to my Dad, who was nursing a beer at the bar, "I'll be back," I sayover my shoulder.
"Hey, Dad. Need to talk to you." I look around, "Alone," I whisper. He nods and I follow him to his office and sit in front of the large wooden desk as he takes the seat next to me.
"What's got your gears burning up there?" He asks, tapping my forehead.
"Listen, this will probably sound crazy. But I've been thinking about it, and it makes sense." I ramble on. "Just hear me out, okay? I think we've got an infiltrator,” tumbles out of my mouth.
"I think you've had your head in too many books, doll." He teases, letting out a loud laugh.
"No, Dad. It makes sense! Just listen. The Saints were at the hotel I was, the hospital I visited you at, now the overlook?" My attention goes to the change in his expression as it dawns on him. "How else would they know all of this?"
"Fucking hell. You've got a point. But who the hell would be dumb enough to pull that shit?" He protests, then the realization hit both of us.