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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 was a MASKED LINGERIE NIGHT. The nightclub was one of the thousands owned by the Carianno family. Every season, they host a lingerie night where the masked ladies are dressed in erotic lingerie, and the masked guys ogle at them with strong boners all through the night. And then they get compensated with free, threesome hot f**k. This was that night.
Ghost took slow steps, avoiding body contact and staying alert. He wasn't here for fun. If he was, he would already have a hundred ladies at his feet.
He was here for the mission - to bring in Ciara Macdonald. According to their source, Ciara would be here to recruit potential models for her lingerie company. A funny coincidence. He didn't have to strain a muscle to find her. She was coming right to him, and he was waiting.
He got to the bar and lingered there, skimming the room with his eyes for any sign of her. Everyone was masked, but it wasn't a problem. He could spot her with just a glance.
His throat itched for tequila, he was addicted to that s**t. Just as he turned to make his order, he heard a very unpleasant chuckle.
"Look who showed up,"
His jaw knotted in anger as he turned to stare at his nemesis. The first thing that caught his eye was Sergio's attire. An all-black attire. Sergio hated black. He was more into the flashy colors and bling.
"I see you decided to go all out in trying to be me," Ghost scoffed. Black was his thing. Sergio had copied his dress sense just to f**k with his mind tonight.
"Well, ain't you one smug jerk," Sergio chuckled, flashing his gold grills, "I just thought I should switch up a bit. Why? Does your style suit me better?"
Ghost was quiet, but his mind was running wild. Viper was a distraction. The last thing he needed tonight. Don Carianno had said he wanted the mission to be smooth. No traces. No noise. Just a 'ghost' move. But how can he be that discreet with Viper here, trying to mess things up for him?
"Viper," Scar called out, as he joined them at the bar, "What you doing here?"
"I'm on the same mission as Ghost. Got a problem with that?" Sergio snorted. He hated Scar. Too bad the feeling was mutual.
"Don Carianno would never put you two in the same mission. He's smarter than that," Scar said, confused by the situation.
"Go f**k yourself, Scar. I don't owe you an explanation. And just so you know, Ghost, if I get her first, then you owe me, big time," Sergio ended with a smirk and walked away, "I'm taking the VIP session. Good luck finding her from down here!" He yelled.
"Motherfucker!" Scar hissed at Viper's retreating form. He glanced at Ghost, who'd been quiet. If he didn't know better, he might think Ghost was unaffected by the situation. But he was. His jaw was twitching so badly.
Ghost gave a sharp exhale, gulping down his shot of tequila. He didn't place an order but the bartender knew him well enough. He signaled for another. With a f****d up night like this, he needed a truckload of tequila to get his head straight.
With Viper taking the VIP session, he had no option but to unwind at the bar. The nightclub was crammed. For any other person, it would have been hard to spot Ciara from down here. But for him, it wouldn't be.
Crazy as it may sound, he had acute sight and hearing too. He could hear anyone from whatever distance he stood. He wasn't sure when it began, but he's been like that since he showed up here in Sicily.
He'd visited a shrink and was told it was humanly impossible to have such acute hearing and sight. According to his shrink, he'd only seen such abilities in werewolves.
It was the worst news for Ghost. He hated werewolves. Those freaks of nature dominated North America with their Packs. He still finds it sickening that humans let those freaks live amongst them. He hated that he had any similarities with them.
Ghost had a hard time accepting that weird part of him. And he never disclosed it to anyone in the Mafia, not even Scar. They might as well tag him as a freak, or some kind of beast. He didn't want that.
He placed his glass on the counter with a thud. He just had over ten shots of tequila and was getting impatient. What was taking that b***h so long? He glanced up and found Viper on the rails, eye-scanning the place for the girl. Their eyes met and Viper flashed him a grin. Ghost looked away, muttering curses under his breath. He's never lost to Viper, and he's not about to start. The girl better fall into his grip or he might just send everyone here to hell, Viper included.
“I think you got a stalker, Ghost. He wouldn't stop looking at you," Scar whispered in his ears, gesturing in a direction.
Subtly, Ghost glanced in that direction. There was indeed a stalker. A man, dressed in a three-piece suit at a lingerie party. Speaking of being overdressed!
"Pretty boy didn't get the memo that this was a lingerie party in a nightclub," Ghost mused, finding it a bit funny. Then his smile vanished, as he wondered who the man was.
The man had a pink mask on, indicating he wasn't a Mafia. No Mafia would wear a pink mask, except Viper, who loved flashy colors. And that wasn't Viper. So who was he?
Deciding not to get distracted by him, Ghost looked away, fixing his eyes on the crowd instead. He'll just have to solve the puzzle about the man later.
One more shot of tequila and he felt a soft breeze brush through his nostrils. It had a tantalizing scent of roses and honey. From the brim of his glass, he saw her walking through.
It was that kind of scene in movies that comes with slow motion. She erotically looked mystic, and again, he was smitten.
Her red hair cascaded down to her round plump ass. She was dressed to kill in her red, lace bra and a thong that wedged up in her butt. Her flimsy nightgown bounced off her body. Her red stiletto accentuated her long legs, but she was roughly 5'8. A good height for a gorgeous body. Victoria's Secret angels have nothing on her.
Ghost reclined on his seat, taking in every inch of her with his eyes. She was the most interesting sight in the room right now. The way she moved screamed of raw confidence, the type that has most men feeling intimidated. But not him. It's rare to see girls like this, and when he gets the chance to meet one, he goes all out to crush that silly confidence. She wouldn't be any different.
“Viper just made a move, man,“ Scar whisper-yelled, muffing him back to reality.
Shit! Ghost sprang to his feet, but just then, the music slowed and everyone on the dance floor had to grab a partner.
Viper was already on the dance floor, with some random Latino girl. Ghost grabbed the nearest female he could reach and dashed into the dance floor.
His gaze never faltered from Ciara. She was in the arms of some guy, but he wasn't Vlad. Has to be a friend or acquaintance.
Ghost glanced at Viper who was pretty eager to pounce on Ciara. The two men had an intense mood around them, just covering it up with the dance.
”Hello dear, handsome,“ Ghost turned to the girl he was dancing with. A petite, Spanish beauty. She had a seductive smile and was making a pass at him.
“Not tonight,“ He bluntly brushed her off. Just then, they had to switch partners. Ghost let go of her, aiming for Ciara but Viper already had his hand wrapped around her arm.
Ghost gave Viper a swift kick on his elbow and his grip on Ciara loosened. It all happened in a second, and then Ghost pulled Ciara to himself, wrapping her up in his arms.
She gasped at the rush, but even more when he wrapped his hand around her waist, pulling her closer.
“Do you enjoy keeping a man waiting for so long?“ He whispered huskily, swaying their bodies to the music.
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