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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 eavesdrop. Not until whoever it was on the other line said something that piqued his interest.
”You're in danger, Ciara. The Mafia wants you and you were just dancing with one of their capos. You need the get the hell out of here. Meet me outside. Ryder sent me to escort you back to the pack…“
Ghost froze at the name. Ryder? Who the hell was he? Why does the name ring a f*****g bell in his head?
His thoughts were short-lived when Ciara dared to take a step away from him. The fear in her eyes was vivid. His patience snapped, as she took another step backward.
“The show is over, princess. Let's get you out of here, shall we?“ He snatched the phone from her grip and slid it into his pocket.
She was gonna scream but he covered her mouth with his hand, pinning her to his body. Needing a diversion, he took out a grenade, took off the pin, and aimed it at the chandelier. It exploded, taking out the lights.
Screams erupted through the hall. Chaos broke out in the nightclub, as everyone ran for their lives.
Ghost was already outside, heading to the parking lot. He had Ciara tossed over his shoulder, spanking her ass at every scream she gave.
Scar pulled up in his car and opened the back seat.
“Make her shut up. I've had enough of her screams,“ Ghost hissed, rubbing off the crease her body had made on his jacket.
“Let me go, assholes!” Ciara fought hysterically, kicking her long legs in directions. ”I'm gonna rip your heads out if you don't let me go right now,“
“She's a vixen,“ Scar chuckled. He took out a syringe and sucked in a liquid from a bottle.
“More like a barracuda,“ Ghost said. His anger toned down a bit as he watched Scar pierce the needle into her skin.
“Giveon!!” She yelled out before she quieted and went unconscious.
“Giveon?“ Ghost mused. Then he felt a shadow and turned around. A man was pointing a gun at them. It was the man in the pink mask, the stalker in the nightclub.
He had taken off his mask and his face was etched with worries as he watched Scar slam the backseat door.
”Ghost…“
“Just get into the car,“ Ghost said, cutting Scar off, “I'll take care of this,“
Scar nodded and turned around, sliding into the driver's seat.
”Let her go, Jason,“ The guy with the gun said.
”What?“ Ghost brows furrowed.
“Let Ciara go. It doesn't have to get bloody between us. Ryder won't like that. He wants you alive and untouched,“
“Who the f**k is Ryder?“
“Alpha Ryder of Red Cross Pack. You were his…“
Ghost toned out the remaining words as he sighted Sergio running out of the nightclub. He'll be damned if Sergio gets to the hideout before him.
He turned to the guy with the gun. “I'll be seeing you soon,“ then he fired two shots at his kneecaps. Shockingly, the bullets hit the ground. They couldn't penetrate the man's skin.
Ghost stared blankly at the bullets and then at the man.
“Werewolves,“ He sputtered out in disgust. What the hell was a werewolf doing here? Was he a f*****g stray or was he here for something?
“Let Ciara go or I'm gonna damn the consequences and put a bullet in you,“ The man seethed, holding the gun with two hands and aiming it at his head.
Ghost dared to take strides away from the man and got into his car. He slammed the door close and took a long stare at the man.
He was still pointing the gun at him. But Ghost knew he wouldn't pull the trigger. The man didn't have killer instincts in his eyes. He was a vicious killer, so he should know when he meets his kind.
“Drive,“ He ordered and Scar turned on the ignition. In the next few seconds, they were driving away from the chaotic bar, the strange man with a gun, and their weird encounter.
Giveon watched them zoom off and took a route that led to goddess-knows-where.
“f**k!“ He cursed out, ruffling his hair. Now what? Ciara is gone. Jason is gone. What the f**k does he do now?
Ghost checked his wristwatch. It was thirty minutes before it clocks midnight. The deadline for the delivery was midnight. He hated being late. And this time, he wasn't.
He glanced at the sleeping beauty, and then his eyes were on the road again.
“Why did you let the man go?“ Scar asked. He swerved into a narrow pathway that led to the hideout.
“I didn't let him go. I just couldn't kill him,“ Ghost clenched out, resting his arm on the window.
“You had a gun,“
“He's immune. A f*****g werewolf,“
“What?!“ Scar glanced at him but immediately fixed his eyes back on the road. He was going at a crazy speed. Taking his eyes off the road would be suicide.
Ghost was silent. But his jaw twitched in anger. He glanced at Ciara again. In a few hours, she would be tortured to spill whatever she knew about Vlad, or should he say "Tyson".
After that, he might have a little session with her. There were a lot of questions on his mind and only she had the answers.
He had to know who the f**k was Ryder. Why was there a werewolf in the nightclub, trying to save her ass? And the real f*****g question – Why did that werewolf call him Jason?
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