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Chapter 53.

Ghost drove out of Don Carianno's mansion, and headed to the hideout, troubled to the bone. He wasn't sure what had him feeling so edgy, but he couldn't shake off the feeling.

He took the stairs to where he knew Scar was being treated. Vicious tides of sadness crashed around the walls of his heart as he saw Scar's pale body, still unconscious on the bed.

Ghost sat next to the bed, watching him with a wrecked heart.

"I'm so sorry, man. Fucking sorry." His apology made him feel even worse. If only he could…nah, enough thinking about it. He could never hurt Ciara like that. It was a painful fact. But Scar didn't deserve this either. So Ghost was left painfully conflicted. "I need you to do something for me, man. I just wish you could hear me."

"I can," Scar muttered weakly, opening his eyes and slowly turning his head in Ghost's direction.

"You're awake," Ghost was ecstatic. For the first time in a long while, he actually smiled. "Thank heavens."

"I've been awake for minut