CHAPTER 2.
Ghost alighted the taxi with a rush, running up the stairs into one of the Carianno mansions.
It was one exquisite building and damn eye-catching, the last place Mafias should hold meetings. It was too obvious, anyone could burst in on them.
But then again, the Cariannos weren't your "typical" Mafia family. They had nothing to hide. There was no one to cower from. They could literally get into a killing spree on the highway and no one would try to fight back. That was how much they dominated the area. That was how dreaded they were.
“Sixth floor!“ Scar shouted, sprinting slightly so he could ride the elevator with Ghost. They both got in and Scar punched the sixth-floor button.
Ghost ran a hand through his jacket for his gun. It wasn't there. He did a double-check, but nothing.
“Fuck!“ He cussed, recalling he left it in his hotel room. Camilla was being fucking annoying with her clinginess. He needed to get away from her as fast as he could. And he'd forgotten to take his gun with him.
“What's wrong?“ Scar asked, eyeing him closely, “You need something?”
Scar was his wingman and the second-in-command in his growing division. Always at his service, like he should be.
“No,” Ghost replied. He checked for his dagger and yeah, he had it with him. The elevator door opened and they headed to the room.
Scar opened the huge, iron door and they got engulfed in the darkness. It was a large room, with a tiny light shining from the ceiling. Heads turned to them as they all fell silent.
Ghost took out his dagger, holding it in a tight grip. Even in the dark, he could see clearly, like it was daylight. It was one of the odd things about him.
“You're two hours late, jerk!“ Sergio growled, standing and turning to face Ghost, his Italian accent reeked with resentment, “Who the hell do you think you are to make us wait for two hours?!”
Ghost approached him with a brisk walk, tightening his grip on the dagger.
Halfway through his rant, Sergio was cut off by a grunt of pain beside him. He froze.
“That's for the prank you pulled on me,“ Ghost seethed, forcing the dagger deeper into Bruno's gut. Bruno was Sergio's second-in-command.
“Have you lost your goddamn mind?!“ Sergio raked, watching the blood seep from his man's body.
“The only reason this dagger isn't pierced into your chest is because of your last name. But don't push your luck next time. I might just forget you're a Carianno,“ Ghost said coldly into Sergio's ears. He forcefully pulled out the dagger and Bruno collapsed on the floor. Dead.
Scar rolled Bruno's corpse out of the meeting room, shutting the door behind him.
With a cold smirk, Ghost wiped off the blood with Sergio's shirt. He was daring him to react, but Sergio knew better.
“That's what I thought, coward,“ Ghost snorted, shoving past him to his seat.
Don Carianno had a calm look on his face when Ghost took a seat next to him. He had a vape in front of him and was taking in the smoke and puffing it into the air.
“You're late, Son,“ Don Carianno said, leaning closer to Ghost, “But it's all good. You're worth the wait,“
“What?!“ Sergio snapped unbelievably, “He made us wait for two hours. That's rude and fucking disrespectful. How can you overlook that?“
“Because he ended our Irish nightmare and got us a new region to dominate,“ Don Carianno said, placing a newspaper on the table. It had a headline that read OVER TEN THOUSANDS IRISH LIVES LOST IN AN EXPLOSION.
“And he's the only Capo who brings good cash on the table,” Don Carianno added, grinning at Ghost, then he turned to Sergio, “So tell me, nephew, is he worth the wait or not?“
Sergio fell silent and slumped on his chair, feeling dejected. Once again, he failed in making Ghost lose face with Don.
Sergio "Viper" Carianno was the only relative of Don Carianno. Based on his logic, he deserves everything in the Mafia world, even things he didn't work for.
And he was getting it all, not until Ghost showed up and snagged up the spotlight and love of everyone. Ghost became the favorite son, and he was the forgotten one. It was a hard pill to swallow, and he vowed to get back his spotlight at all costs.
Sergio was an underboss and should be The Boss after his uncle retires. But he fears the Mafia might want Ghost to take up the position. And that's what scares him the most. All his life, he wanted to be The Boss. He'll be damned if he loses the position to Ghost.
More than that, Ghost was an American. Even though he had no memories of his past life, his features were enough proof. The Carianno family was made up of Italians, Ghost was the only American. Another reason Sergio wanted him out.
“Am I worth the wait or not, Viper?“ Ghost taunted him, flashing him a half-assed smile. Sergio said no words but just flashed him a glare.
“Of course, you are,“ Riccardo "Iceman" Dante replied with a throaty laugh, “And besides, we all know you were with Camilla. I'm sure you two lovebirds had a lot of catching up to do,“
Ghost snapped his head up at the man. It was hard to conceal his scowl. Riccardo "Iceman" Dante was a fucking pig who shoved his daughter down his throat. It was the first time the Mafia forced him to make a decision. And ever since then, he hated Dante, just like he hated his bratty daughter.
“We fucked, a lot. She wouldn't stop screaming her head off. And man, she got a wide cunt. Makes my dick fit with ease,“ Ghost replied, hinting at his loathing for the man.
Dante had a flicker of anger run through his eyes but he was quick to conceal it with a burst of boisterous laughter.
“You never cease to crack me up with your dark humor, Ghost,“ Dante said, as his laughter dwindled.
Ghost scoffed at his foolishness and looked away. It was only a matter of time before he forces Camilla to choose between her life and giving him some space. He's fed up with that bitch!
“I called you three here because we need to settle another pressing issue,“ Don Carianno began, and then he tossed some pictures on the table.
“Vlad,“ Ghost said, taking up the pictures, he knew the man, they all did. Years ago, he used to be the underboss of the Russian Mafia. But after Ghost killed every single one of them, Vlad escaped. Went into hiding. Turns out he's back to the surface.
“Yes, but he goes by a fake identity now, and is living in the shadows of the young, American beauty, Ciara MacDonald,” Don Carianno tossed another set of pictures on the table.
Ghost picked up one of them and for a minute, he paled up. He tuned out, and all he could do was stare at her.
She was gorgeous, alright, but that wasn't why he seemed so short of breath. It was odd, but she looked familiar. Like he'd seen her before.
“Your mission is to bring her in. She's the key to getting Vlad and finally sending him on a safe ride to the afterlife.“ Don Carianno ended his speech with a menacing laugh.
Ghost was slightly trembling now. His gaze was still on the picture. He couldn't stop looking at it.
It was no secret that he had amnesia. When he showed up here in Italy, he couldn't remember a thing.
Perhaps, was she a part of his past? If yes, then what was she to him? Why does he feel this tide of emotion just at the sight of her picture?
Who are you, Ciara MacDonald? He couldn't help but wonder.
CHAPTER 3.A red Lamborghini Aventador swept through the driveway of the nightclub, coming to a halt with a vivid screech. Scar was the first to hop out from the driver's seat, and then Ghost followed, getting down from the passenger's seat. With his dark shades concealing his blue orbs, he put the area under tight scrutiny. His eyes swept through the unending queue of scantily dressed females and horny males. There was no sign of a threat, nothing he should be wary of.He gave a curt nod to Scar and headed inside, walking past the queue. The heavy gasps from all corners had his ego inflated. He never goes unnoticed. He'd made sure of that.The bouncers at the door almost fled at the sight of him. His lips quirked into a smug smile as he brushed past them and went inside.Music blaring from the speakers hit his ears as he walked in. Neon lights reflected on his face. Bodies swayed in his direction, and he took his shades off for a better look. He took out his mask and put it on.It
CHAPTER 4.Ciara shuddered at the deep, sizzling baritone from the stranger who just snagged her up into his arms. Her body stiffened as his scent rushed into her nostrils, letting sparks loose in her body.His warm breath on her neck made her aware of his lips being so close to her body. It was a lot of sensation and it was beginning to make her pussy twitch. “Why did you do that to him? He was supposed to be my next partner,” Her voice was shaky. But yeah, she'd seen him kick the other guy who'd grabbed her arm. It was off.“I couldn't wait any longer to have this dance with you,”Damn, that voice, Ciara thought, as the twitching between her thighs kicked in again. There was so much huskiness for one man. Could get any lady on her knees begging to be fucked. She bit her lower lips, stifling a moan as his lips placed a soft kiss on her shoulder.“You sound like you've been waiting for a long time,“ Her words were barely coherent. She was freaking affected by the stranger, his scent
CHAPTER 5. “Pick up the damn phone!" His gruff voice startled her. “What?" She asked confusedly. Then the vibration came again and only then did she realize her phone has been ringing. He released her and Ciara couldn’t be more relieved. It’s been a hell of a dance. Good thing it’s ended. She reached for the little pocket in his nightgown and took the phone out. “You sure you wanna take the call in here? Could be impossible hearing him over the music." “I’m good, thank you,” Ciara snapped, placing the phone close to her ear. She was the first Alpha female after several decades. Taking calls in a nightclub should be a little feat for her. “If you say so,” Ghost didn’t move away. His arms weren’t around her anymore, but he was standing so close she could hear his heartbeat. Giving her a little distance was a risk he couldn’t take. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop on her conversation. It wasn’t Vlad on the other line. The man doesn’t make phone calls. So yeah, he had no reason to eaves
CHAPTER 6.Ryder woke up to the repeated buzzing of his phone. His eyes squinted at the sun's rays and he was gonna shut them and get more sleep.But again, the buzzing started, and this time, it didn't stop. He clenched his teeth in irritation and tried sitting up. But it was impossible. He glanced down at the woman draped over him and his lips curled into a smile.He kissed her forehead and gently pushed her off him. She stirred slightly and he stilled until she was back to snoring.He reached for the phone on the nightstand and tiptoed out of the room, careful not to wake Hara up.Shutting the door of his study, he plumped on his swivel chair and checked the caller ID. It was Giveon. With a yawn, he took the call.“Speak,“ He rasped, rubbing his eyes. Dude better have a good reason for rudely interrupting his sleep.“Ciara has been kidnapped by the Italian Mafia. And guess who carried out the mission?““Jason,“ Ryder breathed out sharply. This just got a whole fucking better.“He do
CHAPTER 7.“Hey,“ The familiar feminine voice echoed in the room and his head came swinging up.“Hey,“ He beamed at her. She was leaning against the door, still dressed in her silver nightgown. ”You finally up?““Yup, got hungry,” She smiled.He got to his feet and went to her, pulling her into his arms. He rocked her slightly, taking a deep breath of her lavender scent. Twenty years later but he still wouldn't get enough of it. He still wouldn't get enough of her.He pulled away from the hug and gave her a once-over. “How are you feeling?“ His hand went to her belly and he caressed it. “Got any pains here?”“No, I'm fine. I just got a little tingling down there,“ She gestured with her head. Ryder's gaze followed her gesture.“I'm sorry,” He blurted out, holding her into another hug. A bit of regret crept into his heart for even fucking her at all last night. He would have just gone the old way of jerking off and forcing himself to sleep right after.“It's fine,“ She ran a hand over h
CHAPTER 8.Trigger warning⚠️ Ciara let out a louder shrill as the whips landed on her bare ass, leaving another bruise. She was tied up excruciatingly on the small center table in the room and she was on her knees. Her clothes and panties were gone. She was naked.She'd woken up minutes ago and seen herself in this sorry state. Naked, tied up, and bruised. And then the man in front of her hasn't given her a break since then.Don Carianno. That's what he introduced himself as. The Boss of the Carianno family. Funny enough, she's never heard of them until they kidnapped her tonight. You could say she's been too busy in her world that so much vital information eluded her.He's been torturing her with the whip and it's almost going to an hour now. Her frail, human body could only take so much pain in a day. She was reaching her breaking point and she hated it. She hated feeling this alone and afraid. Yeah, she was afraid, for all the right reasons."Tell me," He grated out, roughly grabb
CHAPTER 9.Ghost walked into the clubhouse, taking the elevator to the 5th floor.When the elevator door opened, he got ushered into a room, with music, drinks, and bitches. The neon light reflected on his black tux and his face. The alluring smell of blunt hit him, teasing his insides. He wasn't an addict, but an avid lover.He sighted Don Carianno in the middle of the frenzy and he went to join him on the couch."Ghost, my boy," Don Carianno let out a guffaw, gesturing to him to sit. "I see you got the party going without me," Ghost chuckled, letting his eyes roam the place. It wasn't his first time being here. But he could make counts.This was one of Don Carianno's private properties and you don't get to unwind here unless you got an invitation. Like the text he got from him."I saved the best part for you." Don Carianno signaled a waitress. She came over and filled up their glasses with bourbon. "I'm fucking excited." Ghost said, but his words oozed sarcasm. He leaned back on t
CHAPTER 10."I couldn't have spent that much time with her and not fuck her. She's sexy and has the body of an angel. I'd be crazy to let her go without having a good taste of her." Don Carianno announced with much pride and satisfaction.It was an agonizing one minute for Ghost. Clenching his fist tighter and gritting his teeth was the most modest way he could show his tsunami of fury.He couldn't understand why he was damned furious about Don Carianno doing what he did. It wasn't his first. Won't be his last. The grey-haired, burly geezer was a sucker for younger girls. He has always been. And on some occasions, Ghost usually ships down young, sexy girls to him in exchange for whatever he wants. It was a drill.Feeling pissed off right now was rather unreasonable and his heart had to understand that. It had to understand that Ciara wasn't his cup of tea. She was nothing but one of his accomplished missions. Don Carianno noticed the grimace on his face. "You okay?""Yeah. Yeah, I'm