25|His Feelings

~Rylee~

Planting a peck on my forehead, Klaus tucked my hair behind my ears, fondling as he secured an earpiece in my ears.

“Ghost,” Klaus muttered, his voice commanding.

“Pazzo bastardo,” answered Ghost through the earpiece, repeating what I just said. There was an evident smirk in his tone.

“What? I had to rectify the situation,” Klaus chuckled, removing the silencer of his Sig.

Whistles and chuckles followed Klaus’ answer. By the sound, it was the Lazarus cousins, Kai and Hunter.

“That you did, bossman,” Hunter said, and Kai snorted.

I shook my head; my left hand felt heavy with the ring band around my finger. I’m afraid to look at it, afraid to even ponder what this meant, but we had a crucial task at hand.

“Twenty men are behind that door,” Ghost voiced what I assumed. “They’ll be breaking in any second now.”

“Then do what I am paying you to do,” Klaus instructed, no hint of worry in his voice.

Ghost cursed under his breath; fast punching of fingers against the keyboard