Two years ago, Ryder “Ghost” Callahan lost everything. His president, his brothers… and the man he loved all because of one betrayal. Luca Torres was once family, a Serpent through and through until the night a deal went wrong. Branded a traitor, hunted by the club he once called home, Luca vanished without a trace playing dead. Now Ghost finds him again, alive under a false name and working quietly in a small town garage not so far away. The rage Ghost buried rises fast and he drags Luca back to the compound, ready to make him pay for every scar and every grave he left behind. But the man chained before him isn’t the enemy Ghost remembers. He doesn’t fight or beg and when the club is attacked, Luca stands his ground to protect the very brothers who wanted him dead. Each revelation questions if Luca truly betrayed them or it was all a misunderstanding. As old lies unravel and new wars ignite, Ghost is forced to face the truth; the real traitor was closer than he ever imagined and it wasn't Luca. Now, to save the club and the man he had fallen in love with, Ghost must choose between vengeance and redemption… Between the patch he swore to protect and the love he thought he buried.
View MoreGhost's POVI woke up feeling like I was in a cave. The smoke from all the burnings still hung in the air and the compound was as quiet as a grave yard. Luca laid in my bed, his skin pale and chest wrapped in blood stained bandages. I had patched him up myself and not until now, I hadn't realised how bad it was. He looked like an eyesore. I stood up to arrange the stray bandage when the door suddenly slammed open.“What the hell is wrong with you?” Viper’s voice sliced through the silence.I turned slowly, completely shocked at his outburst. “He was dying and I did the right thing.”“You call keeping a traitor alive in your own room the right thing?” Viper stepped closer, fists clenched. “Brother, have you lost your mind?”The sound of boots filled the hallway and I realised the brothers had crowded my doorway whispering about the atrocity I had committed.“He shouldn’t be here.” One said.“He’s the reason we’re where we are right now. He deserves to die.” Said another. “Finish it,
Ghost's POVThe morning after the ambush, the air at the compound was charged with something I couldn’t name. The brothers moved around like ghosts themselves, eyes sharp, guns loaded consciously waiting for another hit. Everyone still blamed Luca, even though I had assured them it wasn't him and shown them the inscription on the wall. I didn't completely believe him but when I thought about last night and how he stood outside bleeding with bodies at his feet, I couldn’t ignore the truth.He could have run but he had stayed. And now the cartel had left their mark on our wall warning us. Something was off. I found Luca in the storage room, sitting on a crate, wrists still cuffed, shirt torn and stained from the fight just as I had left him. With pale skin under bruises and blood crusted on his side he looked like an eyesore. But his eyes were clear and his gaze steady. “What did you tell them?” I barked, my gaze searing into his.He just looked at me. “Answer the darn question.”“Go
Ghost's POVSmoke rolled through the compound like a bad dream as I ran around, searching frantically for the traitor. How could I have been so careless? Everything had calmed down now but the air reeked of burnt gun powder and hot steel. My ears rang as I moved through it, instincts taking over where thought used to live.I barked orders over the chaos, pushing more brothers into search while shouting at the others to gather together the ruins.They had known where to strike, which walls to breach and where our weakest spots were.This attack was cartel standard. No doubt.I caught sight of one of my brothers bleeding out by the bikes. Another brother dragged him backward, hands slick with blood. The smell of oil mixed with the metallic tang of it until it was too hard to breathe in that space. “Get the wounded inside!” I shouted, voice raw, emptying the last of my clip into the dark. “Go after them, find the bastard!”Fucking Luca, wasn't he sleek? How did he get them to come and sa
Ghost's POVThe strong wind hit my face hard as I rode. The sky was dark and thunder growled like it was trying to communicate to me but I didn’t care.Two years. Two good years of blood and silence.I had concluded I would die a lonely unhappy old man who lived his life in grief. And now here I was, riding to my revenge. Luca Torres had burned my world and walked away from the ashes and life was giving me a shot to turn him to ashes too. Alighting, I stood in the shadows outside the garage, fingers flexing around my gun, watching him work like he was just another mechanic. He had grease on his hands and sweat on his brows. There was no sign of the monster that’d torn everything apart for me, just a man working his ass off. He bent over an engine, muttering under his breath, completely unaware that the karma had come knocking. I stepped forward trying to be as quiet as I could and stopped in front of him.“Didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” I said. Instantly, the wrench slipped
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