Page 51 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares (The Society #1)

The Ghost

A ll those years I protected her by staying away were for nothing. The Society found Georgia anyway. And now she was here in their clutches. She had no idea who she was dealing with, but I did. I spent years taking out their enemies and cleaning up their messes. I was their loyal little lap dog.

Until that night.

Now I was their enemy.

When they couldn’t find me, they went for her. My precious little Georgia. The only good thing I’d ever done. I tried to tell her to go home. Scrawled those very words onto her mirror, but she ignored me, and now it was too late.

The claiming had begun. Issac completed the first step. Of course, Andrew would give her to his son. Prick always did like power. Well, I was going to burn his house of cards to the ground. A king couldn’t be a king without his crown.

“W-what’s going on?”

Oh, good, he was awake.

I ripped the burlap sack off the head of the man I had bound to a chair and tipped my head down as he blinked his silver eyes up at me.

“Who are you?” There was a second of confusion before his brows pulled together in a sneer. “Do you know who I am?”

They were all so arrogant. Of course, I knew who he was. Not only that, but I knew his age, weight, height, where he liked to have coffee in the morning, which one of his maids was his favorite for blowjobs, and how many times he said the word bollocks in a day.

I said nothing and watched as he tested the bindings around his wrists and ankles. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“When my father…”

“Relax, Graham, the duke doesn’t have to worry about his heir. Yours, on the other hand...” I twisted my head over to the far corner of the room, where a woman hung by her wrists. “She’s about what, three months along?”

Graham’s eyes went wide. “Bonnie. What did you do to her?”

I hadn’t done anything to her… yet. Offing her before her husband was awake would defeat the point of this whole thing.

“If you hurt her…”

“Don’t worry. She won’t feel a thing.” I liked Bonnie. She was a sweet girl. It was a simple case of shitty circumstances. She was with the wrong guy. I’d even do her before the drugs wore off, so she wouldn’t know what was happening.

“You motherfucker…” Graham yanked on his binds, twisting this way and that, causing the chair to screech on the floor. When that didn’t work, he got furious. He lifted his chin and glared up at me. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

“You won’t remember my face when I walk out of this room.” That was my enhancement, as Andrew called it. It made me an effective assassin. People didn’t remember me, but Graham would remember what I said.

I pulled out my 9mm and took aim.

“No, wait?—”

He was cut off by the sound of my bullet slicing through the air and into his wife’s skull.

A second later, Graham lurched forward and threw up on the floor beside him. There was no more fight left in him now, just shock and horror. A normal man would’ve felt for him, but I didn’t feel anything anymore.

Whatever empathy I had died a long time ago. Bonnie’s limp body didn’t bring me any joy or remorse. It was an eye for an eye. They took my daughter, so I took one of their wives.

“Pay attention, Graham. I want you to deliver a message for me.” I slapped his cheek and pushed his chin up so he could look at me. “You tell Andrew to stay away from Georgia Pyne, or The Ghost will tear his kingdom down brick by brick.”