Page 55 of Grave Possession (Grave #2)

Chapter Forty-five

Ghost

N ight has set in by the time I roll up to Mallory’s last known location.

I pull off the road and onto the shoulder, clicking off the police lights.

Where the fuck are you, baby? There’s no rest stop here, so I surmise she never actually stopped here.

I can almost guarantee the GPS systems on the phones aren’t a hundred percent accurate, and she could be anywhere.

The thought chills me to the core. I have to remind myself that Ted’s gone and this isn’t like before, just because she’s MIA doesn't mean she’s in danger.

Mallory likes to process her feelings alone, it’s why she went to the mill by herself.

I just wish she would lean on me, even a little bit.

I step out of the truck, eager to stretch my legs and view the area better.

I round the side of the vehicle, looking into the tree line.

I used to patrol this highway, I know there’s nowhere for her to pull her car off and sit.

Even still, I move clockwise around my truck, looking off into the distance across the four-lane road. There’s no sign of Mallory’s car.

I climb back into the driver’s seat and grab my phone off the passenger side seat.

Swiping it open, the app updates and so does her location.

She’s on the move, coming right towards me, and fast. Titillated, I shut off the headlights, slip my Ghost mask on, and sit in the pitch-black waiting for her.

Finally, her mismatched headlights crest the dark horizon.

One light is a brighter white colour, and the other has a yellowish tint.

She’s flying down the highway, in an awfully big rush to get wherever she’s headed.

Her little black Honda Civic whips by, and I doubt she even notices my truck pulling onto the road behind her.

I tail her close enough not to lose her, but not so close it raises her alarm bells.

Setting my phone up in the cup holder, I call her, putting it on speaker. This time she answers.

“Hello?” Her voice still carries the same hypnotizing melody, but this time there’s a hesitancy buried beneath it. Something happened.

“Are you okay? I haven’t heard from you all day.”

“Yep!” she says, popping the ‘ p ’. I call bullshit.

“Mallory, I know you’re lying to me.”

“Fuck sakes, Ghost. Can you not be a walking lie detector?” I can’t help but smile, it’s true, I am, even if it’s only where she’s concerned.

I can’t let her use of my nickname distract me this time, so I say, “I know you went to see Victoria.”

“Oh… Did Greyson tell you?”

“Yes.” There’s more to this, I know it. Why drive like a bat out of hell if she’s upset about Victoria? Why go into the city for hours? Why ignore me all day? It doesn’t add up. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I just needed to be alone for a while, you know?”

“Sure. Where’d you go?”

Her breath slows, and the silence hangs in the air. “The city.” she says unsteadily.

“For what?”

“Retail therapy.”

“Oh yeah? Get anything good?” I can almost feel her frustration with my questioning through the phone.

She clears her throat and huffs, “No, I didn’t see anything I liked. You know how I am when I get in a mood.” Yes, I do. She can’t even pick out snacks if her head is off in another place. It’s okay, I’ll reel her back in now, just as I do then.

“Are you going to be home soon then?” I ask, diverting the subject.

“Yeah, I’m on my way back now. Are you home?”

“Not yet, but I should be there soon.”

“Great, I can’t wait to see you. I’ve missed you.”

“Really?” I probe.

“Of course, Ghost.” The sweetness is back in her voice, the hesitancy bleeding away to softness. I’m about to ruin it.

“Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“Where are you going in such a hurry?” I query. She sucks in a sharp breath, and the anticipation of her discovering I’m in the vehicle behind her zaps life into my dick.

“W-what?”

I accelerate, coming up behind her until my bumper almost kisses hers.

The headlights of my truck shine through the back window of her small car, lighting up the inside.

I flick my high beams on and off so she knows it’s me and not some random asshole trying to scare her.

“Surprise, baby.” I growl, mimicking her favourite slasher.

“How long have you been following me?” Silence.

“Ghost?” Silence.

“How did you find me?” Silence.

“Ghost, fucking answer me!” she shrieks.

“Sucks to be ignored, doesn’t it?” I taunt.

“Awe, are you upset with me, Officer?” Her voice switches from pissed off to seductive in an instant. I fucking love that she matches me so perfectly.

“Yes.”

“Do you want to punish me?”

“Yes,” I rumble, as rabid desire coils around me.

“What will you do to me, Officer?”

“I don’t think you deserve to know.”

“Oh, Ghost, you know I don’t like surprises.”

“I’m sure you’ll like this one, my lethal little siren.”

Her breath catches, and I without a doubt know she’s dripping for me. The knowledge makes me ravenous. Foot pressing down on the gas, I swerve out from behind her, sidling up alongside the little back car.

“Are you wet for me baby? Eager for my cock to fuck that tight cunt?” I can see her through the window, eyes darting between me and the road, but my gaze doesn’t waver.

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Show me,” I demand. Her body shifts, hand disappearing down between her thighs for a moment.

When she raises her hand to the window, her arousal glistens on her fingers.

Fuck, she’s soaked. “Oh, Mallory, I’m going to make you scream for me.

” I’m high on lust, the cock pulsing between my legs aches for her.

“You’ll have to catch me first.” she says before hanging up and speeding down the road ahead of me.

Oh, I’m going to catch you alright, and when I do…I’ll drag every single thing you’re trying to hide out of the shadows.