Ghost (Evil Dead MC 5)

They’d had no luck, and Ghost was running out of placed to look. They sat at a stoplight a few blocks from the old neighborhood, their five bikes idling as the sun sank in the west, rapidly taking with it the last traces of daylight. As they waited for the light to change, a hearse drove through the intersection, a small procession of four cars following behind it.

And it suddenly hit Ghost.

One last place she might be.

He motioned to his brothers to make a right turn, and when the light changed, they roared around the corner in a pack. They rumbled through the city streets until finally they reached their destination. Ghost pulled into the entrance to the quiet cemetery and coasted slowly down the long winding lane until he got to the section where Robert was buried. He saw her in the distance, standing next to the headstone.

She turned when she heard the bikes.

He pulled to a stop, dropping the kickstand and dismounting. His brothers all stopped their bikes, but sat on them, waiting while their brother handled whom he was sure they all thought of as his woman.

He strode toward her, relief that he’d found her swamping over him, replacing the fear that had held him in his grip ever since he’d walked into the clubhouse and found her gone. All he’d been able to think about was her falling into the hands of the DKs or Death Heads, or of her leaving town and disappearing, never knowing how he felt about her.

But all that was wrapped up in anger over the hell she’d put him through these last couple of hours.

***

Jessie turned at the sound of the bikes, and she felt her stomach drop. There were five bikes rolling up. She recognized Ghost immediately. He dismounted and headed toward her. For a split second she thought about running, even taking a step backwards, thinking she might be able to get away. And that might have been true, she might have had a chance if it was just Ghost, but he had four brothers at his back. They’d corner her and surround her. Hell, she wouldn’t put it past them to tear through the graves on their bikes to run her down if they had to.

No, the best thing to do was to stand and face him. She was no coward. And besides, as she’d stood at her brother’s grave, she’d replayed everything that Blood had told her earlier, and she’d reconsidered her brash decision to run.

She needed to give Ghost the benefit of the doubt. Maybe Ashley was lying to her about everything. As she stood there now, watching Ghost approach, she saw the hardness of his face. He was pissed.

He stopped about four feet from her and just stared at her, and she could feel the anger coming off him in waves. But he didn’t yell. In fact, he didn’t say a word. And perhaps his silence was more frightening than anything. It was almost as if he’d resolved himself to something. Something she wasn’t sure she’d like.

She watched his eyes slide to Robert’s grave, and his jaw ticked. Then his eyes moved back to her.

“You wanted to visit his grave, I would’ve brought you.”

She didn’t know what to say to that. She felt the words bubbling up from inside her to tell him she was sorry for running. But then her chin lifted. She’d be damned if she’d apologize.

“You done?”

She kept quiet.

“Come here.”

Her eyes moved passed him to the line of bikes. His brothers sat watching them.

“Jess, not a good time to test me.”

Her eyes came back to him.

“C’mere.”

She moved a step toward him.

He lifted a brow.

She moved a step closer.

He reached out and grabbed her wrist, turning on his heel and pulling her behind him toward his bike.

Twenty minutes later they were back at the clubhouse.

Ghost led her inside, his brothers following, all taking up spots at the bar or at the pool table. Ghost looked over at Boo, who stood behind the bar.

“Who’s here?” he demanded.