Chapter 8
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For several minutes, we have been standing here waiting for his security team to check out the area. Whatever the heck that means. I don't even care. I am ready to get my feet back on the ground. I dislike flying.
At least I notice that much of myself. The sadness hits me again. I don't know much about myself. I realize my father is the reason that I was taken away and sold, but that's it.
Oh, and my name, I know my name thanks to Ghost. It's Aria, I kind of like it. It's a pretty name.
Ghost's hand stayed in the same spot, attached to my arm and showing no sign at all of being ready to let me go. He doesn't need to worry. I'm not going to go off screaming onto an island, at least not until it's been checked.
I'm not crazy.
Or am I?
Maybe I don't remember.
I'm staring out of the nearest window, and all I see are trees, sand, flowers, and water right now. I mean, he is so worried about me running away that he stayed holding my arm. It's not like I can swim miles in the ocean, or drive this plane. I'm unfortunately stuck here with Ghost.
He is a pretty decent-looking man. I guess things with him could be worse. I mean, the guy could be hideous. Listen to me right now, I'm talking about that asshole being good-looking.
Oh, god. I just need off this plane.
“All safe, boss,” Roman says, staring down at his cell phone.
“Let's go. I'm ready to be home.” Ghosts said softly, as the airplane doors fell.
“Yes, sir,” Roman says, pulling a pistol from the back of his pants.
“Is that necessary?” I asked, staring at the gun, worry filling my gaze.
How dangerous is Ghost?
Why would Roman need to be taking out a gun right now?
“Yes.” Ghosts snarled that one word, not explaining anymore.
That's so damn frustrating. He could give me a better answer than just yes. He could say the reason.
“That one word does not make me feel any better! Are you in danger ? Why all this extra protection?” I asked.
I wanted off this plane, but now I don't think I do. What if someone shoots at us as we are walking down the airplane steps?
“You're my slave! I don't f*****g need to make you feel better!” Ghost growled, his eyes narrowing down at me
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“You could at least show some damn compassion!” I screeched, jerking my arm out of his hold. “I'm scared and confused! Excuse the hell out of me for wanting you to explain why you have a security team and why does Roman feel the need to take a gun out!” I finished with a whisper.
Shit. I should have just kept my damn mouth shut. Ghost is not the man that you want to get into a screaming match with.
“Aria. It is safe. I would never allow you off this mother f*****g plane if it was not safe.” He whispers, his face softened as he said those words.
Well, that took all the wind out of my sails. That made me feel a little better. He still did not explain, but at least I am feeling a bit safer at the moment.
“Alright. Thank you.” I mumbled. I don't even know what else to say. I was freaking out, and those words ended up settling me for some damn reason.
“Remember. You don't get to die unless I allow it.” He growls, that icy grin playing once more on his lips.
I cannot believe I let his words work on me. One moment I was calming down, and the next furry rushes through my blood.
“You're such an asshole!” I snarled, turned away from Ghost, and began walking towards the exit.
Fuck this.
Fuck him.
I make it to the exit a few steps later and all my bravery finished. Poking my head outside, I glance around. I don't see anyone that would harm us. I don't even see anyone at all.
I take a hasty step forward, my heels hitting on the walkway, and then I realized I am still just wearing that goddamn red bra and panties.
Something presses into my back, turning my head slowly. I already know who it is. The scent of scotch gives him away.
“Need something?” Ghost asked softly, running his fingers down my sides, against my exposed skin.
“Clothes.” I groan, looking down at myself. How in the world did I forget I was not wearing clothes? I mean, I am, but this does not account for clothing.
“My slave has done nothing to earn that reward. You're going to walk into my home in your bra and panties. Be a good girl, and I will give you clothes.” He shrugged, taking his fingers off my waist.
“Ugh. I hate you.” I growled, walking away from Ghost and onto the walkway.
My eyes are scanning everything and anything that they can. It takes a moment, but I noticed men are lining the trees holding guns and my heart about stops inside my chest.
This would be an amazing holiday spot. I could not lie about that. The view is stunning. It makes me want to run into the water and enjoy myself.
Reality sets in pretty quickly, though. I'm not here on vacation. I'm here for one reason and one freaking reason only, to be his s*x slave.
Why would a man like him even need a slave? Surely, he is not missing any female company? Unless he likes the rougher type of s*x, oh god I hope not. I turn my head and stare up at Ghost walking behind me.
He really is dangerously handsome. The type that screams I will give you a good time, but my heart will not thaw. That's the one. I'm not saying I would label him a f**k boy, but you know, that's just the vibe he gives off.
What I mean is his heart, it's blocked off. He seems so closed off, and I wish I could know what has him having all those walls up.
Maybe if I could figure it out, it can help me being here better.
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