The Ghost: Mafia Romance

Chapter 7

I must have dozed off, since I'm being jolted awake as the jet experiences bumps. Looking out the plane window, I notice we are flying over an island. I'm pretty certain this is my new home. I'll admit it's lovely. It seems like somewhere I'd like to vacation, with the crystal clear blue sea, white sand beach, trees, and flowers of various colors. Just not like this, not as a s*x slave for a man.

Speaking of men who kidnap women.

Ghost said nothing to me after that; he just kept his hand on my thigh, reclined back in his seat, and closed his eyes. It took me a while to fall asleep, since the last thing he said kept replaying in my thoughts.

“It's just the plane getting ready to land.” He muttered, his eyes still closed.

“Oh.” I tell him, without looking out the window, I had kind of figured that out on my own. “It's gorgeous here.”

“Our home is beautiful. I agree. I paid a damn fortune for it.” He grunted, opening his eyes and looks down at me.

“I was talking about the water and sand!” I snapped softly, leaning the side of my head against the window, looking around for what else I could see.

“I own the sand, and about 5 miles of that ocean that surrounds my island.” He says, voice turns hard.

“Why do you live here? I mean, it's an island. Are you a criminal? Well, you have a s*x slave, so I would guess you're a criminal, but it's something else, isn't it?” I asked, turning my curious gaze onto Ghost.

“I like my privacy. “He said, standing up in his seat.

“Well, yes. I could tell that from the island below us.” I rolled my eyes, turning my face back towards the window, but his hand shot out, wrapping around my face. He squeezed his fingers into my cheeks, turning my head back towards him.

“Let me go.” I snapped, bringing my hands to his wrist and pulled, wanting him to let me go.

“I f*****g don't like it, when someone rolls their eyes at me!” He roared, his fingers digging heavily into my face, squeezing my cheeks together, making my mouth open.

“It's annoying when the person you are trying to have a conversation with just keeps giving you short answers!” I growled, sinking my fingernails into his wrist harder.

If he wants to hurt me, well, I can hurt him back.

“Your little finger nails do nothing. I have experienced worse suffering than that.” He whispers, leaning his body up towards mine, bringing our mouths close. “Why would I want to even have a conversation with my slave?”

Don't you f*****g kiss me, asshole?

“Yeah. Well, I have been experiencing a lot of grief from you in the last few days! I'm ready to get off this plane!” I sassed, my eyes betraying my mind as they keep floating down his face to look at his cheeks.

“If you would be a good slave, I would not need to punish you.” He grinned, leaning his face even closer to mine.

“Do not.” I grit my teeth, keeping my jaws closed after saying that.

“Don't what? Don't kiss you? You don't want me to kiss those beautiful lips?” He whispered, his lips inches from mine. I can feel his warm breath and his scent, scotch, flows up my nose.

Instead of opening my mouth to tell him his right, I kept my mouth closed just in case he decided not to listen to me and just shook my head. No.

“I paid ten million dollars for you. If I wish to kiss you, I will. If I would like to eat that cunt of yours, I will. You will get down on your knees and suck my c**k if I want you to. Do you understand me? If you can't understand me, I will f*****g kill you. You will be useless to me, and that's something you want to avoid being to a man like me.” He growled, tossing my head backwards before letting my face go.

Asshole.

God, I f*****g hate him.

I don't know what's up with him. He's hot, and then he is cold. Occasionally he even seems to be sweet but god-damn that other side of him. The blackness that his eyes get would make me pee on myself. I'm woman enough to admit I fear him. Each time he comes near me, my body buzzing at me to run, obey and not to piss him off.

“Why would I want to have a conversation with you? You're here for my pleasure. That's it. You better f*****g remember that bitch.” He barked, before standing up, leaving me staring after him with hate-filled eyes.” Get ready to see your new home. We are landing soon.”

My current home.

He means my new f*****g prison.

Sadness feels me because I know, once I'm off this plane, unless I can swim hundreds of miles in the ocean, I will not be leaving this place.

I'm about to be stranded.

On a f*****g island. An island.

This has to be some kind of sick damn joke. I was kidnapped, drugged, sold. I am now a freaking s*x slave to a man called the Ghost, and something tells me he is a very dangerous guy.

“Sir, we are now landing. Ladies and Gentlemen, put your seatbelts on. It may get a little rough for a few seconds, but just relax.” A voice comes through, around the plane. That must be the captain. I wonder why he thinks about Ghost kidnapping girls. His bodyguard and food serving women don't seem to pay attention to. I mean, I know his bodyguard wouldn't care because I'm sure he has seen plenty of bad things regarding his boss, but the women. You would think a fellow woman would not want to see this, see another woman being held against her will.

I wouldn't.

Ghost ignored what the captain said, continuing to walk towards the front of the plane.

“Did you hear that? You need to put your seat belt on!” I shouted. Don't even ask me why I did. I just did. If we crash, I would like not to be stranded alone.

Once I finished saying the last word, he turned around, a smile forming on his lips. “Oh? My slave cares about me already? How pitiful.” He snarled.

“Pathetic? No. I would not care if I have seen your blood pouring over that damn beach. What I am worried about is if we crash, I could not survive on my own!” I snapped, bringing my hands to my lap, checking to make sure my seat belt was locked.

“Don't worry. I'm difficult to kill. Many have tried over the years.” He grunted, narrowed his eyes on me. I can feel his eyes digging into my damn soul before a flash of frustration covers his face. He turned around and headed towards Roman.

So many more questions are now pushing into my skull, I swear I believe it's going to bust open soon with all these damn questions.

How many times did someone try to kill Ghost? What are those reasons? What does Ghost do that he would prefer to live so damn isolated on an island in the middle of a damn ocean?

Is it even legal to own a f*****g island like this?

Feeling the plane jerking, I close my eyes. My shaking hands grab hold on to my seat belt. Oh god, what if we really do crash? I crack one eye open and looking around and see Ghost is f*****g standing next to Roman with a hand on a seat to keep himself steady.

Isn't he scared?

Even Roman is staying seated.

Closing my eyes back, begging god not to let me die like this. When I feel the plane starting to nose dive, at least that's what it feels like to me, my hands shoot out, grabbing the arms rests tightly.

A few minutes later, I felt we landed, but I'm way too freaked out to check. I have never traveled on an airplane before, and this wasn't the most relaxing occasion to do it. Not under these conditions.

I mean, I guess I never traveled an airplane before, but I guess I could have. I just can't remember, regardless right now it feels like it is indeed my first time, and I was terrified. I swear when I felt the plane land on the ground, I think my heart skipped several beats.

I'm ready to get the hell off this death trap as soon as freaking possible. I lean forward towards the black leather seat in front of me, my shaky hands grab a hold of the headrest and I pull myself up.

I don't even let my wobbling legs stop me. I shoot out from my seat into the aisle of the plane, feeling my heels threatening to give out. I speed walk Towards the front of the plane, hell-bent on getting the hell off this thing, but Ghost reaches out and grabs my arm.

“We need to wait a moment before getting off.” Ghost says, his voice sounds bossy and firm. He doesn't sound like he wants me to question this, but too bad. I need off.

“Let me go. I just need to get off this airplane.” I cried, jerking my arm out of his tight grip.

“Yes. I understand. However, Roman needs to check with my surveillance team to make sure it is safe for us first.” He growls, grabbing onto my arm again, this time not letting me go again. “Don't f*****g test me on this, Aria.”

What the hell does this man do that he needs a f*****g island and a damn security team?