Sex & Mayhem 04 No Matter What by K.A. Merikan Read Free Book Online Page A

him past
the bar counter and toward the doors leading to the Chapel and MC
office, which incidentally was also where Don, Ghost’s father.
usually hung out.
    As they walked
in, Ghost was ready to hear some bad news. It had been two months
since the club prez found out that his wife had cancer, and the
atmosphere tended to be tense around him. Dolly could be a scary
woman, but Priest loved her with all his heart, so he was always
distracted lately, leaving most of the responsibility with his VP,
Tooth. Priest was over fifty, but he looked much older since his
wife got ill, and barely had any black hair left. He seemed out of
place among the gray walls, cheap furniture, and computers that had
seen better days. The single lightbulb dangling over his head was
like a cheap plastic chair on the terrace of a millionaire.
    But Priest’s
stern face and bright eyes weren’t all that greeted them. Along
with him sat two men Ghost didn’t know, or at least that was what
he thought until he got a better look at them.
    Frederico and
his henchman. Did they have a death wish to come here? Ghost
couldn’t help but stand closer to Luca. Even seeing Frederico made
his adrenaline levels rise. The bastard had this suave European
vibe about him and was still handsome despite being probably
Priest’s age. He sat in an armchair, slowly smoking a cigarette, in
a black suit that had to be tailor-made. Ghost wanted to stuff that
tobacco down his throat for what he’d done to Luca, but he wouldn’t
step down to that level.
    The door behind
them closed, the sound muting Milk’s hiss. Tooth stepped forward,
his hand hovering close to his gun.
    “Priest.”
    Frederico’s
sharp gaze rushed over Ghost’s shoulder, no doubt pinning Luca to
the wall like a freshly mounted fly. “You’re late,” he said,
leaning against the backrest.
    There was a web
of wrinkles around Priest’s formerly lively eyes, but his stare was
as sharp as ever.
    “Tooth, what
the fuck did you do?”
    Ghost stepped
forward, raising his hands. “It was my idea, Priest. But I had my
reasons. What is this man doing here anyway?”
    Frederico cut
in before Priest could speak. “What are your reasons,
Alex?”
    Now this was
getting creepy. Half the club members didn’t even know Ghost’s
actual name, and yet this fucker somehow did.
    Priest exhaled
and nodded toward the door. “Is that the boy you guys took? Why the
fuck would you kidnap somebody? Weren’t you meeting some Italian
girl from the Internet?”
    Ghost’s stomach
plummeted when Frederico’s eyes lit up. He was absorbing every
word.
    Tooth joined
Ghost in front of the table. “Priest, we should talk about this in
private.”
    Frederico
frowned at them. “I’d like to be a part of a conversation that
concerns my belongings.”
    The gasp those
words elicited from Luca, had Ghost all riled up. “Priest, what is
he even doing here?”
    “Mr. Villani is
our business partner ,” Priest hissed. “What were you
thinking, kidnapping his assistant? What the fuck? I’ve got enough
shit on my plate. You think this is funny, Milk?” He raised his
voice and got up.
    “No, no, not at
all,” Milk mumbled from behind Ghost. “It’s just so fucked-up.”
    Frederico waved
his hand dismissively. “I’ll let this go as long as what’s mine is
returned to me, and I get back to New York in time for lunch
tomorrow.”
    Tooth stiffened
and balled his hands into fists. It was like crumbling ground
falling from underneath Ghost’s feet.
    “He’s a
Villani?” muttered Tooth, stepping back.
    Frederico gave
him a soft smile and nodded. “You couldn’t know, I understand.” His
eyes darted to Luca again, and it was slowly dawning on Ghost that
the situation was slipping out of his hands. He could hardly
breathe. “My little birdie must have told you some fairy tales for
you to take him the way you did. He’s one sly boy.”
    “Whoa, they are
the guys who get us the magic dust?” asked Milk from behind, and