The Ghost: Mafia Romance

Chapter 11

About an hour later, I'm laying in my bed completely exhausted and wanting nothing more than to go to sleep, but my mind just wouldn't shut off. I can't believe I am stuck on an island with a man that I do not recognize. I can't believe I was sold and bought to be someone's s*x slave.

Who does that?

Criminals.

Ghost must be one. He has to be something for him to have this much money. We are on an island right now, and I can't help but know that the money isn't because he is a surgeon or a lawyer. No, we don't live anywhere close to a population that would require that, so I definitely crossed those two occupations off the list.

I can't forget about Rowen. Ghosts bodyguard. Why would Ghost even need a security guard? That question burns so deeply inside my head that I'm starting to get a headache.

A gentle knock flowed through my ears and I realized that someone was knocking at my new bedroom door. That is undoubtedly not Ghost.

How do I know that?

Because I just felt a man like Ghost doesn't knock that soft, and I just recognize a man like Ghost wouldn't even bother to knock in the first place.

I don't want company right now, I certainly do not want to speak to anybody right now, and I surely don't want to have anything to do with anyone who lives here at the moment.

I need nothing more than to be left alone to my thousands of question and allowed to process everything that's happened to me the past several days.

Do I get that?

No.

The soft knock comes again, this time a little louder, but still low at the same time, if that even makes sense. Like the person behind the door is getting impatient with waiting for me to answer.

“Come in” I said, irritated.

“Mr. Ghost wanted me to inform you that lunch will be served in ten minutes.” The woman says softy, and she steps foot into my room, and that's when I notice that it's the same woman from the plane.

The one that was too worried about serving me my meal than the fact that I had basically told her I had been kidnapped.

She definitely was on the top of my list of people I didn't want to see or speak to.

“And?” I asked, still irritated at my situation. I didn't even bother to sit up in bed. Nope, I was still laying flat on my back sprawled across the foot of my bed.

“I'm sorry?” She asked, taken back.

Did she not understand what I said?

“I said and?” I repeated louder this time, slowly sitting up to get a good look at her and I see she had her arms crossed and an annoyed scold on her face.

“And you're expected to come down for lunch” she snapped.

I do not care what is expected of me to do. Did anyone ask me if I was okay with being sold to a man who referred to me as his s*x slave?

I think not.

Therefore, I told her.

“I do not care what's expected of me.” I snarled and jumped off the bed. My attitude rising high as I stare her down.

How in the world could she be okay with this entire situation? Does she just not care that she works for a guy who buys women like this?

“You're being vulgar. Mr. Ghost is a nice man and you're responding like a teenage girl throwing a tantrum.” She said, and crossed the room to stand closer to my bed.

Right now, I want to punch her. I'm carrying out like a teenager? I'm throwing a tantrum? Really? Because anybody else in my position wouldn't be even mildly upset that they were being held prisoner on an island with no means in sight to get off without help of the very man who is holding them captive?

Again, I think not.

I think the state I am acting right now is perfectly acceptable in my current situation.

“Right now, I am acting just as I should! I would rather not be here. What can't you understand? I have been kidnapped. I am not here of my own free will. I was put on a stage and was forced to undress while men bid on me for my body! How in the f**k do you want me to act right now?” I screamed so loud that I ended up hurting my ears.

She winced slightly, probably because my scream hurt her ears too, before saying, “Your father owed money. You're not the only one here that has had a rough life. Mr. Ghost saved me, and it's not my business what or why you were brought here. I'm here to assist him with things like cooking and cleaning, and right now, I am told to tend to you and to bring you down to have lunch with him.” She growled, her green eyes narrowing as she stares me down.

“Are you f*****g insane? I just told you they kidnapped me, and you honestly don't care?” I questioned as I stared back at her in utter shock.

How can she not care?

If I were her, I would have done called the cops by now. I would have done anything I could have given to get the captured girl some damn help.

That's the woman I am, at least I think so. I most certainly hope so, anyway.

“Correct. I do not care. Lunch is now being served in eight minutes, and Mr. Ghost expects you to be sitting at the dining room table.” She shrugged her shoulder and flickered her hand towards my bedroom door.

That's it?

She honestly doesn't care.

Wow!

“What kind of woman are you?” I whispered softly, shocked that this woman standing before me isn't concerned about another woman being kidnapped.

Is Ghost f*****g her?

Is that why she turns a blind eye?

I couldn't help but say the next thing that slid from my mouth. I didn't have second to bite my tongue, and I didn't have chance to choose better words. To be honest, I wasn't even sure if I wanted to change them.

“That's the type of man you want to be with? One that kidnaps helpless women?” I screeched as tossed my arms around my hand.

I have just learned that I apparently speak with my hands. No matter how many times I try to keep them still, my hands and arms just do their thing.

“What?” She asked, giving me a confused look.

“You're f*****g him, right? That's the reason you aren't concerned about what he does. You see the looks of Ghost, you see the mansion he lives in, and you got a taste of the good life. f**k whatever he does though, as long as you can ride his d**k and spend his money.” I grunt and end off my rant with a little hysterical cackle.

I didn't know where all that came from, even that strange sounding snicker at the end, but once again I couldn't bite my tongue in time to shut myself up.

I will repeat, I didn't even know if I wanted to.

“I'm not f*****g him! You don't know what you're talking about!” She snarled and crossed her arms tighter around her chest, making her boobs appear bigger than what they were.

She said she works here for Ghost, but she surely doesn't dress like she is at work. She is wearing a dark red long sleeve shirt and light blue jeans.

Maybe Ghosts allows his employees to dress however they want then.

I think I'm losing my mind.

I very well, could be.

Perhaps I am crazy and that's why my mind remembers nothing. It could be I'm having some kind of psychotic break, and I'm stuck in my mind.

I do not even know which situation is worse. Being kidnapped or being stuck in my mind.

I'm working myself up so much inside my head that I quickly bring my right hand down to my left forearm and pinch myself hard, making me yelp in pain but breaking my thoughts away from that dark conversation.

I swing my angry gaze back towards the woman.

“Then why do you not f*****g care that I was kidnapped?” I asked softly.

“He saved me. Not that it's any of your business right now, but Mr. Ghost saved me. My family owed someone a lot of money, and someone very dangerous was after me. Mr. Ghost found me and brought me here to keep me safe. I begged him for me to be an employee of his. I needed to work and earn my keep, even though he never asked. I wanted to show how much I appreciate him and everything he has done for me.” She explained and looked a little less pissed off at me once she saw my face soften at her words.

She said her family owed some dangerous people. She is kind of like me. I'm in this position because of my father, and I guess she is here the same reason. Maybe not her father, but a family member of hers has done this to her.

Now I kind of feel bad for suggesting she was screwing him. I am also a little upset at myself for letting my jealousy slip though my words. I shouldn't be jealous. I shouldn't be drawn to Ghost, but I am and that's not okay.

I cannot be attracted to my kidnapped, and I f*****g refuse to be.

“I'm sorry” I mumbled. I don't know what else I can say right now.

I'm slightly embarrassed about what I had said. It's not her fault that I am here and while I am upset she isn't doing anything to help me, I understand her loyalty to Ghost a little better now that she explained.

She says nothing for several moments. We just stare at each other, neither of us knowing how to continue this conversation.

“What's your name?” I ask her.

Not that I even expect she would tell me because I don't assume I would be nice and tell someone my name after the discussion we just had if the roll was reversed.

It shocked me when she did, though.

“Carly”

“I'm sorry about what I said. It's not your fault” I whispered, hoping she would believe the words I have just spoken because they were the complete truth.

I was apologetic.

Sorry that I suggested she was f*****g him. That's why she didn't care about me being kidnapped, but also I was sorry because she is here kind of for the same reason.

Our family f****d us over.

Ghost could be lying to me thought. He could have just said that to keep me calm, well, as calm as I could be in this situation, or just because he wanted to be a d**k and f**k with my already messed up head.

One thing I know for sure right now is I can't stay locked up in this room forever. I need to get out and get additional information out of Ghost. I need to see if there was some way off this island, and to do both things I'll have to leave this room.

I'd have to face Ghost.

“Let's not keep Ghost waiting, then.” I suggested and walked around her, heading straight for my bedroom door.

Lord, give me the strength.