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Ghost
My phone vibrates in my pocket against the grinding ass of Jenna the club whore who is straddled over me kissing my neck while biting her sweet teeth along my collarbone. She’s the only one who knows just how sick I am and likes it and the pain that comes with fucking an A-Grade asshole like me. Not to mention the scars I leave on her soul and the blood in her bed, cutting is what I love to do. That shit gets me fucking hard.
Sliding my phone unlocked I'm greeted by the photo of a sleeping Timberly I put as my wall paper and lock screen, taken the day she was passed out in my shop. My heart stops and sweat beads down my spine as my hands shake. It still fucking hurts, I won’t even lie this is torture knowing my boys have found nothing she just vanished into thin mother fucking air. Hawk and his left they had their own shit to sort but before he left Hawk did inform me that Bray asked for a shipment of guns. Fuck is he up too. No doubt this text will be him he’s locked himself in his office for the third day since Blue finally came out of her drug induced state and he knows now she’s ok and Lilly is back with us also so all is well at the Reapers compounds the boys all have their women and the club girls are keeping the others dicks warm in saying that I shift Jenna and she still I watch her eyes look at my phone she sees my girls beautiful face on my phone my cock hardens instantly against Jenna dirty crouch she knows it’s not from her ass either takes a knife and a choke hold to get hard on her ass.
“Fuck you Ghost” she spits out at me as I push her off, “What sweetheart? You’re nothing but a lay you know that no class just ass”
Pulling my hat back grabbing a cigarette I light it up sitting back whatever it is better be good.
But believe me I’m not prepared for the name I see on the screen. my fucking heart stops as I look up from my phone and pick the whore Jenna from my lap not needing her dirty ass tainting this. I drop her ass on the ground at my feet and she just stares up at me; shock, anger, embarrassment washes over her too much makeup features and painted hooker red lips.
Timberly – Hello....
Is all it reads, a smile pulls at my lips, looking up my boys who are just looking at me “What” barking out, “Just that grin there, brother and the fact that you dropped Jenna on her ass” winking at them I text Timberly back with shaking hands is it really her, my mind races, should I just ring her, is it her like for real, well Ghost who else would it be, yeah but it’s been over a month now like fuck me. I argue with myself.
Me – Poppet?
Timberly – Hey... Um yep...
Me – Timberly is this?
Timberly – Me, yes, it’s me...
Fuck me... A grin breaks out over my face the first time in so long I feel something other than fucking dead cold hate. Shit text her back dick I scold myself.
Me – Where are you?
Timberly - Are you busy?
Why is she asking me a fucking question to my question? Like fuck Timberly I need to know where you are.
Me – Where are you? And no for you Poppet never...
Timberly - I need you I think like real bad need you! Please. You know where... The place that is hell for us both...
God she so polite all the time, I fucking love it. I don’t even need to think about it. I will walk to the depths of the hell that is life without her just too see her smile. Sucking in deep on my cigarette I blow small smoke rings out in front of me as my mind travels to what the fuck has gone down and all the worst shit flashes through my mind and I don’t even think twice before I flick my reply back to her. Queens bridge housing is not a place I wanna go after last time Spike was found Two days later in a stairwell alone dead half naked and beaten. But to get my Poppet and touch her, smell her, taste her, love her ill fucking kill a thousand men and more
Me - Coming poppet. Don’t you fucking move!
Jumping up from the seat adjusting my dick in my jeans downing my Jagger and winking at the boys “Later” I say smugly grabbing my smokes and cut. Shrugging my body into the heavy leather I breathe a sigh of relief, that’s better this one small thing gives me the feeling of home in this fucked up world. I head out to my bike flicking a wink to Jenna who is now standing with the club bitch with a resting bitch face and daggers for eyes. I blow Miss Ginny a kiss Jenna flicks her hair and storm’s off in a huff Miss Ginny well she just shakes her head. I laugh I like stirring up a shit storm way too much.
Pulling up outside Queens Bridge housing the same shiver and bead of sweat form over me snaking down my spine, shaking it off pulling my cap from inside my cut pull my hoodie up over my head and take the stairs up to the sixth floor, stepping over junkies and passed out drunks, something must be bad for her to get me to come here after today’s incident. A small smirk laces my cool lips at the memory of cracking their fucking faces with my fists, feed the demon and satisfied him for now at least but shit I’ll have to do a job soon.
Stepping inside the apartment the smell hits me death walking fast through the over powering stench I have to pull my skull mask from my pocket and hold it over my nose the smell has bile rising up and my eyes watering.
I find her then in the fetal position on the hall floor, looking to wear her blank stare lays my heart slams against my chest, sweat escapes my pores pooling down my spine, jaw taut, “Shit poppet” I push out she just stays there not moving barely breathing, coming down to my knees pulling her up into my arms I flip my cap backwards bringing my eyes to meet her dead ones, “Poppet I'll fix this, I'll clean this up” blinking that’s all she does blink. Kissing her forehead unsure of what to do. My lips lingering on the smooth as silk skin of her forehead.
“Poppet, where the fuck have you been? Let me look at you? Are you hurt? Poppet please like for shits sake Poppet.” My thoughts are all over the shop and I can’t speck right tears falling from my eyes pain washes over me seeing her so fucking broken cold and alone. Her eyes are dead she is dirty and patches of her hair is missing I pull her tight into my arms leaning against the wall I pull my arms from my cut and pull my hoodie of putting her tiny body inside it lifting her boney arms the skin lose and cold slipping them inside it and pulling it down over her body. Fuck. Bray this needs the boys, pulling out my cell I punch the number in.
Filling him in his voice calm and cool is just what I need right now.
“Brother stay in control you’re better than that place and shit will be fine trust in who you are now.”
He says to me before I hang up knowing that’s just what I need. Even if his voice is slurring he’s still in control and I will never doubt his ability to save me.
Pulling her small trembling body deep into me I hold her running my hand over her thigh and holding my other to the top of her head from falling forward. She has no strength I can feel it the way she leans into me her skin dirty covered in bruises Blue and purple fresh ones then there is Yellow and Green ones old one her flesh dotted with them and sores that are scabbing over some cuts and starches are fresh and there is blisters all over her feet. placing small soft kisses to her forehead a small reassurance that it’s going to be ok as the thought of what the fuck, and what the hell happen and what’s going to follow spill out over my body causing an uneasy feeling for Timberly in the pit of my stomach. But one thing I know I’ll keep her pure soul safe from this moment in this hell hole that smells like death and drugs she’s mine now all fucking mine.
Closing my eyes breathing her in her hand finds my free one and she runs her fingers over mine parting them we link our fingers together and just sit there like that for a while my chin on the top of her head her face on my chest her ear leaning close to my heart “Hear that Poppet? My cold heart started beating the day you spoke to me. And Poppet it died that day I walked out of my shop and away from you. But I swear that hum that’s forming is my heart coming back for you and only you.” A whimper leaves her body shaking into mine I squeeze my eyes shut fuck this hurts.
I hear the sound of my brother’s bikes thank fuck, grabbing her hands in mine, kissing her knuckles “Poppet my boys are here, don’t freak the fuck out ok I'm going to place you down and let them in”.
Nothing but a blank stare. Still breathing though, heading down the hall I let them in.
Bray greets me “What the fuck have you done” he says playfully tapping my arm as he steps past me, 81, Cage, and the other boys roll in after our Prez. “Oh, what the fuck is that fucking smell.” Brays calls out pulling his mask from his pocket as do my other brothers tying it around their faces “Ghost” he mumbles out “Talk” ushering them to the lounge room and dirty couches I wanna talk without Timberly hearing.
“I came in here over a month ago smashed these douche bags for hurting the bird I may have been stalking, she passes out each time anyone looks at her let alone talks so keep ya eyes off her she’s a bit fucked up and I took her with me to my shop she kept passing out telling me bits and well I freaked couldn’t think got high and walked out. Shot the guy at the club and well went A-Wall after I found out from Spike that she had been taken by the douche bags. Then Blue happened, and I lost traction but tonight she texts and boom here we are, her mom is dead in the bath tub beaten with a needle sticking out her arm” Bray specks first “Wait Spike?” Running my hands through my hair “After all I tell you all you get stuck on his Spike?” I question anger rising in my veins “Well we kinda already know that she got taken and fucked up coz of the fact that you can’t keep ya anger and hands in line.” Shaking I am now shaking as Cage’s hand finds my shoulder “Chill Brother.” Looking at him and back to Bray “I paid Spike in drugs he had the info I needed so I got the Devils Dawn in and they helped me we come up with nothing. Spike was found dead two days after I gave him the drugs, so he is permanently gone so don’t worry about it Bray.” I snap walking from the lounge and down the hallway.