Ghost (Evil Dead MC 5)

Blood’s eyes move to the pistol, and then back to him with a grin.

“Expecting me?”

Ghost huffed out a laugh and eyed him. “There might be a round in the chamber with your name on it.”

It was Blood’s turn to huff out a laugh. “Right.”

Ghost watched Blood’s eyes move around the property, eying the dark corners, scoping out possible attack routes. “If that isn’t for me, then you must be expecting trouble.”

It wasn’t really a question, so Ghost didn’t answer it.

Blood plopped down in the chair next to him, reached his hand inside his cut and dug something out of his inner pocket. A moment later, he dipped his head, and a lighter flared as he lit up. Holding the joint out to Ghost, he offered, “Here, you look like you could use this.”

Ghost took it, inhaling long and deep.

Blood eyed him, his eyes squinting through the smoke he exhaled. “I remember the last time we smoked a joint together, one of us had just pissed off a woman.”

Ghost coc

ked a brow, his lungs expanding. “One of us? That was all you, bro.”

Blood grinned, knowing the truth of Ghost’s words.

Ghost remembered that night. It had been at the beach. They’d all been down at the Gulf Coast. Blood had pissed off Skylar, and the two had had words. Ghost couldn’t help but smile at the memory. She’d been a little spitfire that night, all teeth and claws. Kind of surprised the hell out of him, since he’d thought of her as a scared little kitten back then. She’d proven them all wrong.

“So this time it’s your turn, huh?”

“Guess so,” Ghost admitted. “Apparently, I’m not always the smartest tool in the shed.”

Blood snorted. “Tool being the operative word.”

“Fuck you.”

“Luckily, she seems to have smarts enough for both of you,” Blood teased.

“Smart enough to walk out that door.”

“What’d you do?”

Ghost shook his head. “Just something I did years ago comin’ round to bite me in the ass.”

“You want to talk about it.”

“Fuck no,” Ghost spat.

Blood grinned. “Thank God.”

“Asshole.”

“Hey, we both know I ain’t Dr. Phil.”

Ghost looked at him and chuckled. “No shit.”

Blood huffed out a laugh.

“Was there a point to this visit?” Ghost asked.

“Yeah, came to tell you the Devil Kings found their snitch.”