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Ghost
Riding my bike through the NYC streets, I'm chasing the dragon, chasing the high I know I need in the blurry buzz of the adrenaline leaving my body from shooting that fucking muppet. I need more as my body sobers up from the last hit, the last drink, the last smoke I know I need another kill, then I need my poppet my Timberly the girl with the glass blue eyes who is imbedded way too deep in my soul that even the devil doesn’t know what to do. She is the only high I need but for tonight she’s MIA and I need to touch base with the life that I try so hard to hide the life of Ghost an executioner, a demon, the nightmare that walks the back streets of New York.
Pulling up to back entrance I pull my helmet from my head killing the low rumble of my bike walking towards the back entrance of the club placing my hands on the cool black metal door the air is thick as I take massive lungful’s it's been a while since I was here and no doubt the jobs have stacked up and the ladies will be just a high and easy as a whore at a porn shoot.
Taking a deep breath punch my own code into the door my hand shaking as I pull the handle down till it clicks and I enter as soon as I do I feel the odd sense of home. Dark midnight blue lighting lights my way down a corridor the shining sliver double doors of the elevator great my eyes as I walk then slowly getting closer my heart stills going from high with adrenaline to the slow murmur beat of a monster in waiting.
Pushing my code into the pad of the lift’s panel, the door pings open and Saskia’s sweet Russian voice greats me from the speakers, “Welcome Ghost, Den or Dungeon?” she coos out breathing in deep I crack out my neck
“Dungeon, sweetheart,” I hiss out. A kill is what I need then the sweet aroma of the den will quell the monster and settle him back to sleep.
“Certainly executioner, welcome home!” she practically sings “It's been a while I hope the little lady you have been seeking and protecting is aware of how much you risk” she says as I watch the lift drop in numbers taking me deep below the streets of this concrete jungle to a place where not even god can hear your screams nothing lives in this deep dark place this is where the city brings you to die never to be seen again. I don’t even answer her she knows me well but tonight I need to morph into something other than the Ghost who has a boner over a chick who passes out more than she’s awake. I promised her and look what I did lost my shit and rained hurt into the soul that is more delicate than an orchid in the spring after a winter of harsh snow. All I wanted to do was steal her love her and look she’s been stolen from me by the fear and panic she loves it in her sanctuary of the dark the warmth of its embrace is proving to tight for me to break.
The lifts stops with a slight jar I step from it as the door crack open not waiting for them to open fully as I walk down the black corridor that lit with a soft hue of red my eyes zone in on a immaculately dressed Saskia in killer matte black over the knee Jimmy Choo boots paired with a blood red leather skirt that hugs her ass and the white blouse and black lace bra the buttons undone dangerously low her long blonde hair is tied high in a sleek ponytail that trails down her back her black glasses pushed up high on her nose and her arms crossed over the black folder that will hold my hits.
“Saskia,” I great her my tone cold and clipped.
“Sir,” she says ushering me into the room as her hand pushes the door open for me to enter. Steeping into my dimly lit office just the way I like it black with the soft hue of red and blue, my black marble desk is sitting along the back wall of the room the black leather wrap around couch in front of it and that looks out over the dungeon through a floor to ceiling glass window walking over to my hands find the cool glass I watch as the heat from my palms mist up the glass and it fans out a promise in an empty room closing my eyes I suck in air deep down into my lungs moving my legs to hip width apart resting my forehead on the glass my hands find my cut as I feel Saskia walk up behind me my eyes catch the folder open as she lays it on the table to my right the picture of my kill on the front page a massive snake tattoo wraps over his face and in red below his image is the words Sexual Molestation of 15 women ages 16-20 all from the streets runaways and lost souls. Drug habit cocaine and meth owes five-thousand dollars to a dealer on Tenth and West Given Name - Ben Mac. Street Name – Big Q. Word on the street is he wants his tongue and fingers well gladly there Big Q and I will burn your fucking drug pit down,
Shuddering my eyes close as my hands drop to my side and Saskia’s warm ample fingers undress me lifting my cut from my body the familiar weight of it gone as her fingertips rake up the inside of my shirt she pulls it slowly over my torso the air of my office which is kept at a killer ice forming temperature ripples out over my bare skin taking the warmth and leaving the satisfying tingle of a glacial kiss in its wake.
Standing there looking out over the place where I take souls a small sick patter dances in my core as Goosebumps ripple over my body. Saskia’s hands run down my back all the way down my spine and back up again as she draws patterns with her nails over my muscles tracing her painted red tips over the Dragon, “You ready,” she asks me a mere whisper. “The Devil awaits,” she calls leaning in close her breath fanning out over my bare skin that is laced with the Icey chill welcoming the warmth, my muscles quiver at how erotic our dance is but how wrong it now feels knowing I want my glass eyed beauty.
Saskia has always let me fall apart and she has always picked up the pieces of me after a kill she sits and watches she’s the only one that really sees me, trust me, believes me she knows me and it’s in this deep dark place that I am defenceless I’m not the man the world sees I’m the devil’s sidekick, I’m the Reaper. She sees it she loves it, it feeds her and turns me the fuck on. Turning into her she allows her hands to slid from my back to my chest our eyes meet your stare is strong words so many words spoken in one glance, she nods leaning up her lips grace mine mint fills the space between my lips and tongue. Her taste is mint, and her smell is peaches kissed in a sweet Georgian sun.
Don’t let her smell, her taste or her smile fool you, this woman is as sick and twisted as they come, and she will kill you before you even know she is there. The dark is her home she’s comfortable there, she’s a psychopath in Jimmy Choo’s and she’s my right-hand women. She’s a Russian nightmare a silent killer she’s Saskia Mogilevich and even her family fear her.
“Let’s feed,” she speaks “let it all out,” she beckons me as she leaves me with the folder walking over to the door “T-Minus 30 minutes Reaper,” she breathes as I take the folder and sit down on the leather couch crossing my ankle over my knee I open it up and read about the man who’s fate now lays in my hands as I will banish his soul to the depths of hell.
I bet you are sitting here right now in this moment wondering what the hell is it that is happening?
What do you do here in this place with the lights down low and in the depths under the NYC streets well sit back we have a little while until my kill arrives so here we go grab a drink and let me fill in you.
I am not only Ghost the VP to the Reapers Reign an executioner for them and their club I also own a secret underground club called the Beautiful and the dammed. The den is a hot spot for NYC elite we have high end girls that will dance and give special benefits to Senators, politicians, business owners, The Cartel, The Mafia, shit even the fucking president.
My club runs on a large scale we work with the DA, FBI, CIA, Russian, Italian, Mexican, The Triads, The Irish, and quite a few Motorcycle gangs you name it I’m in it and I have a say of what, when, who, how and why. I am the man on top the king of kings in this world and I use my power wisely. I am the one the organizations use to fix all problems, to kill and remove threats, rapists, traffickers, drug syndicates that don’t abide by the rules the gun runners and the law enforcement agencies who refuse to listen to reason and who go rouge. Tonight, you all will get a front row seat at what it is that I do, how I work and how I function. Tonight, I will remove a convicted rapist who my men at the county jail have so kindly given us it pays to not rebel against the change, the will and the way because when you least expect I will be waiting and I will take you so silently not even god will hear it. I have worked hard building this den pleasure and the dungeon of death, hours of work time meetings and step backs have gone into it I have sold my soul more times than I have ever imagined possible and I have tasted drugs that would kill a normal man I have drunk with so much power even my bones shook at the sheer knowledge that I had them in my pocket and at my table. To them I am not Ghost the VP to The Reapers I am Cade Morrow the king and the entrepreneur who isn’t afraid who dances with their demons and feeds their secrets who allows then to have sex with no strings, do drugs and drink till their world spins, I am the man among men the tycoon they see me for a fierce strong leader who takes no prisoners and feeds on the screams.
Little do they know I am damaged, tainted and torn my core is raptured my soul belongs to a devil and my mind well that’s by far un-hinged so un-hinged that I am deemed unstable and a threat to the community well at least that was what my therapist used to say until she couldn’t handle the aggression and the crazy she freed while we had our weekly visits and one hour long sessions which turned into sleep sessions that involved her relishing her soul and unpinning that tight bun. Oooo that bun, shit that bun the way she reached up her long fingers would pull the bobby pins and unpin her hair releasing it and watching as it would fall in soft fiery red tendrils down her necked spine set my dick on fire and bleed my inner monster for all he had my dick now gets hard thinking at how good she was milking me for every salty drop. Really showing herself as the bad girl she was deep down inside. Poor women she thought she was in control but once awoken and unleased her bad girl took her deep down to the dark and she snapped and well the asylum took her, I told her the voices never leave. You have to find a way to get used to them to listen, to feed, allow them to talk to you and take you and your mind on a journey it’s the only way to survive. Shit my voices and my asylum is my haven it’s my home it’s where I am me.
The crazy mother fucking lunatic who lives on an unhealthy thirst for blood. But you see there is always a but, and that bitch wouldn’t listen so miss buttercup is now a cup of crazy and dosed to her fucken emerald green eyeballs on anti-psychotic meds. I visit her once a month keep an eye on her and her care pay for it all as her family up and fucked off the husband left with his receptionist and had a kid is living in fucking Utah of all places well I spouse id move as far away from crazy as I could she did escape twice and near kill them both. My heart the dark black mess that it is bleeds for her it does as she is by far the one who saved me before she drowned under the weight of my truths and the hunting from memories she couldn’t switch off. So, you see people that is the story this is what we do here we fuck and kill well I kill they watch we have a viewing room if they so please to settle in and take a peek at the un-hinged lunatic at work. We drink and get high. No judgement, no pressure and no fucking questions.
So here we go are you ready?
Chapter Fourteen
Timberly
Lying dead still as my eyes open an awful chill and smell of disinfectant wash around me. Slowly I turn my head looking from side to side and back up to the roof again the crisp clean while roof with its halogen lights buzzing overhead. Nope wasn’t a dream... I am still here trapped in this god dam awful place because my mother was a drug whore and the man who I kind think I actually like went all Ali on those douchebags.
One lays dead with a bullet between his eyes and the others no doubt out for my blood after their leader got killed and the man with the snake eyes is on a war path after they so carelessly... shit, I wouldn’t say carelessly, they forcefully took me, cracked open my skull with a baseball bat then threw me in a van with a blindfold like thing tied over my face and then kicked and beat me.
So carelessly, no... rough and angry... Yup... Check... Took Ghost’s lady as he calls me. Hummmmm my mind flicks over to this thought as I pull the prickly blanket up higher over my shoulders. How does he know this? Who does he know me? How does he know Ghost? And who the hell is Blue? Is that even a person? These are question I shall surely ask if and when the man with the voice as loud and soul shattering as a 9.9 earthquake.
Turning on my side I do all I can do lay here and watch the TV monitors. I cannot hear them or what is being said but my mind likes the quiet, so I snuggle in and watch the horror unfold. I watch the poor women dancing and being beaten, raped, and abused down in the dark of what looks like a horrid concrete jungle. I can’t handle any more, so I turn towards the wall and watch that until my eyes go blurry and my mind travels to my host and just how much pain he has embedded deep within his eyes.
“Hey you.” The sound bounces off me shaking my bones “OI,” snaps out over my subconscious “Girly” again that voice slowly I peel my eyes open greeted by the blinding white of the overly cleaned room a hot hand finds my shoulder and I flinch at the touch No, No, NO please I chant inside my head.
“Please don’t hurt me” I whisper out as the hand tightens around my shoulder causing the pain to wash through me as sweat beads at the base of my neck.
“Hurt you, nope, not that I wouldn’t love to ride your sweet ass, little lady, you’re not the prize I’m after.” His voice grates out over me. I can hear truth washing through it as he speaks, and my stomach settles and my heart calms down. thank fuck for that I think now how the fuck do I get out of here and away from this place I need to tell Ghost that there like is a man with like info and shit on him and a room full of women who really look like they don’t wanna be chained up beaten raped and drugged.
“Sit up. I have food!” he spits as I turn slowly and meet his stare that would kill you and not even flinch. Shakely, I sit I feel stiff and sore my body screams out at me and my head throbs my stomach rumbles loud at the smell of food and my mouth goes all watery salivating at what this meal could be. He sits the tray on the bed next to me looking over I see soup, a bread roll, a glass of water and an apple hey can’t complain I pick up the bread roll and pick at the sesame seeds that are dotted over the bun dropping them into the bowl of soup. I feel his eyes on me watching me like I’m prey and he’s a lion who hasn’t feasted in weeks.
“Tell me a story,” I say without much thought at all as I skink my teeth into the warm bun closing my eyes as a low delish moan leaves my body rippling up my throat my cheeks pinken at the sound “Sorry,” I say over the bun. “I haven’t eaten in quite some time” I quickly spit out as I take another bite.
“Looks it,” snake eyes says as he stretches in the chair.
“So, story,” I murmur out through mouthfuls.
“No story, little lady, I’m not someone you wanna know.” raising my eyebrows up ay him mouthful with apple.
“Huh go figure,” I say a smile creeps at the corner of lips “Ya reckon, well you big bad wolf we are here I’m locked in with you and all these men that look like they could eat my face off and not blink so I will take my chances on finding out a little to make the time go faster but if you wanna sit in silence than silence it is.” I say leaning back against the wall and crossing my arm over my chest wincing at the sharp pain that radiates through my body.
“You’re sore,” he says standing and walking over to me I lean back further in the wall as he reaches me “You wanted to know a story and sass me when I tell you that you don’t want to know me but then shy away as I walk up to you?” his eyes search mine.
“Um yep, talking and you stalking over to me where I am cornered is a whole lot different.” I say to him biting my apple and looking at monitor behind him.
“Those monitors show sins that we will all hold a hand in, the women, they all have sins that a man like me and my boys come for, I have come a long way for a girl that the Reapers have and I shall stop at nothing to get her, these women here are just toys for my men and the Rouges to play with not only the Rouges but the elite you could say the powerful and rich men of this great city.”
My eyes widen, and I try hard to shallow the lump that has formed in my throat as tears prick my eyes watching each screen as men after men, beat and inject these women, one screen shows a group of them taking turns fucking a poor girl and I say girl coz shit she looks young. One of a woman is chained long chains billow out from her wrists and falling to the floor like a sliver snake wiggling as the men with massive arms and shit I mean massive pull them back and forward on a stage making these poor girls dance. My breathing hitches as bile rises in my throat. Shit that’s fucked up as the monitor scans out over the room with the stage that the chained girl is on I see men after men sitting at tables drinking smoking laughing and watching lifting up paddle like signs with numbers on them leaning to the side craning my neck out as Snake eyes lifts up the hem of my shirt huh wiggling over to free myself from his touch and so I can see more of this fucked up dance and what a bid fest on a drugged up girl chained and pulled back and forward by these men who would give my fucking nightmares, nightmares. Huh that comment makes my mind flick to Ghost shit he’s going to lose his shit in the morning he will come to walk me to work and I won’t be there hopefully he goes in and finds my so-called mother and like pieces things together and finds me.
“Hey, stop that, and what the fuck are they bidding on her!” I question shock in my tone and Snake eyes laughs “What’s funny snake eyes” I snap at him my eyes finding his as humour dances in the cool yellow depths.
“Snake eyes, huh?” he asks me
“Yes, well it’s your eyes they look like a fucking snakes.”
“Doll face the name’s Viper so it fits I guess yes, they are. It’s what we do and now shut up and stay fucking still let me look at ya ribs I don’t much like having to be fucking nice and look after ya and shit but your precious cargo, so I have to,” he says stepping closer to me.
“No, what are you all doing to them?” I snap needing answers my heart races and my palms sweat in fear for them poor girls.
“Told ya, selling them, drugging them, using them, they all owe me and this is how they pay.” His voice cold and callous sending a cool shiver down my overheated skin as he pushes on my bruised ribs causing a searing pain to shoot out over my body and my hand to snap out and slap his face so over men thinking they can hurt me. His head snaps back to face me after I sent it in the other direction his hand comes up and rubs his jaw and cheek bone a fire dances in his eyes “Shit you’re fucking lucky you are who you are, Miss Timberly Roe.” His voice clipped.
“Sorry but that fucking hurt, they are blue and broken and you go and what poke them, kinda asking for it weren’t ya.” My voice sassy as hell and I really like it.
“Kinda” he says to me as he pulls his body up on the bed next to me and leans his massive body back settling ion places his hands behind his head and folding his right leg over his left “Now miss Roe watch and breathe easy because if I hadn’t known who you were out there when you first came in then well then doll face you would be in training for that right there. Drugs, dancing and sold.” My eyes bug out as I watch the way these women are man handled from one horrific scene to a next. Snake eyes falls to sleep, and I sit there watching the rise and fall of his chest as I can’t handle the torture on the screens any longer. I counted the doors the steps and the exits as we entered sucking in a long lungful of air all I need to do is reach for the key card in his pocket and run. I know the keypad code for the doors as I watched and memorized as we stepped through each one.
Swallowing the lump in my throat my fingers slowing and rather shaking snake out towards his pocket I see the top of the card sitting there tormenting me begging me slowly so slowly I pinch my fingers on the corner and pull the tip out slowly halfway out my heart starts to beat feverishly high sweat beads on my brow and drops down my spine, just about there and boom his hand latches onto mine a vice like grip and my heart stops and black dots form in my vision. “Miss Roe don’t even think of it there is a prospect positioned outside your door at all times and I told you no one will touch you here so settle in and just wait. You will go back to your boring life hiding in the shadows soon enough.” He says so calm not even opening his eyes as he places my hand on the bed between us. “Now get some sleep,” that’s all he says as he pulls his body deeper into his jacket and begins to fall into a sleep almost instantly.