Page 100 of Ghost

Ghost paced hisliving room, unable to stand still.He needed to move, to drive.Anything to actively search for Mila.Instead, he was stuck in his fucking townhouse with his team and fuckface Denis, who was bleeding all over his bedroom.

August was with their prisoner, Rami was with him, and Brick was outside talking on the phone, presumably to his fiancée, Natalie.Zain sat on the couch with an ankle propped on the opposite knee, silent and occasionally looking at Ghost with veiled interest.

Ghost laced his hands behind his head.He might’ve overdone it with Denis.Last he’d checked, the guy was partly in shock but still conscious.August was a medic, and he’d staunched some of Denis’s bleeding to ensure he didn’t die—yet.

They still didn’t have an address.

Taschen had said he’d call once he traced the phone of the man who’d taken Mila.That’d been almost half an hour ago.Soon, the sun would come up.Time was passing.It was only going to get harder to find her.

Brick came in through the back door.“Any news?”he asked.

Ghost exhaled a furious breath and Zain shook his head.“Nope.Was that Natalie?”

Brick sat on the other end of the couch.“Yeah, she woke up and realized I was gone.Couldn’t get back to sleep.”

“Shit,” Zain said.“Bray’s going to be up soon.”Bray was Brick’s son, a wild three-year-old who ran on unbridled energy day and night.

Hell, knowing Natalie was pregnant with their second, Ghost almost felt bad for her.If he weren’t so engrossed with finding Mila, he’d have sent Brick home so Natalie could rest.Right now, they needed all hands on deck.

“I’ll take Bray to the indoor pool this afternoon—” He flicked his gaze to Ghost.“Once we find Mila of course.”

Zain grunted.“Last I saw, that little turd was ready to jump off the diving board.”

“Yup, he did it last week.Fearless little hellion.”

Zain chuckled.

For reasons Ghost couldn’t fathom, Bray had taken a liking to Zain.It was almost comical to see the two of them together: Zain, so dark and ominous looking, and Bray, a little fireball who chattered nonstop.

Ghost’s heart ached.He’d never wanted kids.Because of Evie, he’d learned at a young age that having kids meant walking around with your heart exposed.No flesh or ribcage to protect it.Just beating and vulnerable.

He never wanted to experience that again.Nor had he ever wanted a wife.But Mila meant something to him.She was more than a piece of ass, more than an emotional attachment...more than a friend.

He didn’t want to see what tomorrow looked like without her.Falling for Mila had made him vulnerable.

Fire burned the inside of his chest.He couldn’t let anything happen to her.If he didn’t get her back, he’d never forgive himself.He’d—

A phone rang from the bedroom.

Moments later Rami appeared.His attention instantly landed on Ghost.“Yeah, he’s on the line.”He held out the device.“It’s Taschen.”

Ghost punched the speaker button.“What’d you find?”Ghost asked, without wasting a beat.

“Nick Shriver is our guy’s name.The number you gave me was his personal cell, not encrypted.Which is fucking lucky.I couldn’t get a clear image of the plate number from your outdoor camera footage.”

“All right, so we know his name.Where the hell is he?”Ghost barked.

“Last location we got was forty minutes from Seattle.Near Carnation.”

Ghost bunched his fists.“That’s vague as fuck.”

Taschen sighed.“I know, man.But it’s not like there’s a cell tower in every backyard.We can narrow it down.We don’t have a plate, but we have the make and model of the van.That’s a win.”

“It’s not a win if we don’t find her,” Ghost snapped.

Rami gave him a sympathetic look.“Taschen, see if you can find any properties registered under Nick, Irinia, or her family.Maybe something that was recently sold, or hell, even rental properties in the area.They might not own the land, but I doubt many places are for rent that far from the city.That could be a good indication of where they’re hiding her.”

“All right.I’ll get back to you.”Taschen ended the call.