Chapter Thirty-Seven
Harshal
We hear shouting going on upstairs. Wraith is the first to bound up the stairs, his feet moving so quickly it looks like he’s floating up them.
Everyone else follows him. We all run outside of the place and see Wraith holding a gun in his hand, aiming it at the car Jamie is currently hanging half his body out of.
He too has a gun in his hand. They both begin shooting at each other until Jamie is out of range and sight.
I see scarlet red blood dribble down his pale skin.
“Fuck!” Wraith shouts.
I immediately run to him.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my heart beating in my throat.
I grasp his thick bicep and look at it. A bullet must’ve grazed his skin because I don’t see a bullet hole nor do I see a bullet. Wraith looks down at his injured arm and hums. I look up at him.
“I didn’t even feel it.” He says, pressing his forehead to me. “How’d you set yourself free pretty boy?”
I smirk, my mouth mere centimeters away from his.
I wrap my arms around his neck and just inhale his scent.
His scent that smells like entering my safe space after a long depleting day of stress, sweat, tears, and anxiety.
His scent that grounds my spirit like the geomagnetic pull of the earth.
His scent that means so much more than just familiar.
He’s a little sweaty but he’s my sweaty man.
“I have my ways.” I respond. “I also had this great teacher who taught me how to defend myself.”
He puffs out his naked chest with pride.
“That makes me feel some type of way.” He smiles.
“Oh really?” I ask.
He nods. “But that feeling is just going to have to wait, we have a shithead to kill at the moment.”
“Oh, thank goodness because I didn’t want to see my cousin getting down and dirty when I’m not having any action.” Fritzi says, walking towards us.
Fritzi hands Wraith his gun before putting his own away. I look at the other gun Wraith had in his hand and frown.
“Who does this gun belong to?” I ask.
Wraith pockets his original gun before looking at the gun I’m speaking of. He shrugs.
“I don’t know, I found it on the floor as I was coming up the stairs and just grabbed it.” He explains.
Damn he was moving so fast I didn’t even notice him grab a gun? I chuckle.
“My knight in shining armor.” I joke.
Fritzi gags.
“Save that sappy shit for when y’all are in private, fuck!” he complains.
Wraith flips him off.
“How’s this for private?” Wraith asks.
Before I can process anything further Wraith grabs me by my throat and uses his grip on me to pick me up, my feet dangling off the ground.
Wrapping my legs around his waist with my hands wrapped around his wrist he takes us to his bike and sits me down on it.
He then smashes his lips to mine. It takes me by surprise, but I eventually melt into the kiss, moaning as I do so.
I hear Fritzi complaining as we kiss but I can tell by his tone he’s joking, trying to playfully get under Wraith’s skin.
Just as I am about to dive deeper into the kiss Wraith pulls away.
“Now let’s go catch that motherfucker.” Wraith mumbles against my lips. “My gift to you.”
***
It turns out I was taken to Henderson; Nevada and we are currently in a library.
I had to go back to the staircase Wraith practically floated over to retrieve his biker jacket for his naked torso.
He didn’t take care of the graze he got from the bullet which bothered me and still bothers me.
Wraith is on a computer trying to see if he can hack into the cities cameras while I’m not too far from him, reading a medical book that caught my attention.
I look up from the book I’m reading and glance at him. As if he could feel me staring at him he looks my way. He gives me a sexy smirk and beckons for me. Getting up from the comfy beanbag I was parlaying in I walk over to him. He grips my hips and places me in his lap.
“I could feel you digging a hole in my side with those eyes.” He whispers in my ear.
His tongue then darts out to lick the shell of my ear, making my body shiver and goosebumps appear on my flesh.
He bites my earlobe and I have to cover my mouth to keep from moaning.
His hands find their way to my crotch and he runs an open palm over my dick.
It jumps at his touch and it feels oh-so good to be touched by someone I actually want to touch me.
My head falls back on his shoulders as I close my eyes and just feel his hands caress my body in a loving, lusty way.
“Fuck that feels good My Dark Angel.” I whisper, my voice airy.
As much as I love the feeling of his big, strong hands on my body I stop him from touching by grabbing his wrists. He stops immediately.
“Hey, why you stopping me?” he asks.
“As much as I want to... we can’t.”
“Why not?” he asks. “There’s very few people around and if you keep it down, I can fuck you the way I know you want me to without them ever knowing.”
“Hmm.” I hum, a smile on my face. “Tempting, but no.”
He huffs as if he’s mad. I look at him. Twisting my body so I’m straddling him I grab the sides of his face and force him to look at me.
“We have more important things to take care of.” I state.
“Nothing is more important than you.” He says, wrapping a hand around my ass cheek.
He gives it a squeeze and I nearly moan, but I keep it together.
“Okay you know what...”
I get off his lap and stand. He reaches for me again but I quickly move out of his reach.
“No fair.” He pouts.
“What have you got so far on Jamie?” I ask.
He sighs, looking back at the computer screen. “Not a thing.”
Fuck. The rest of the gang is waiting outside, making sure we are safe in the building while we gather information. It’s been like that for almost an hour.
“Usually, I’m good at this but I think that’s because I’m used to my personal laptop or desktop.” Wraith continues. “But since I’m on a public computer doing something illegal it’s been dead end after dead end after dead end.”
I groan in displeasure. What are we going to do now?
“Does anyone in the gang know anyone nearby that has a personal computer we can use?” I ask.
“No I—”
He cuts himself off.
“Justin.” He says.
“Justin?” I ask. “How are we going to get help from him, he’s dead.”
“No, Justin lived here before and became friends with a tech nerd slash mechanic who now owns and operates his own car company.” Wraith explains.
“I didn’t know that about Justin.” I comment.
I honestly forgot he was in the gang sometimes. It’s a fucking shame he died today to help save me and to end a war that has been happening with his family.
“That’s why his nickname is—was—Ghostin.” Wraith says. “The man was smart, good with weapons and combat, but he was just as silent, transparent, and haunting like a ghost. Ghostin.”
“Great.” I say. “How do we find this person?”
“Let’s go ask my dad and we’ll see what to do next.”
Signing out of the computer we exit the library. As we pass the front desk Wraith scoffs, looking at the desk as if it had offended him.
“What?” I ask.
“I can’t believe we had to register for a library card when I’m never going to use it again.” He remarks.
I shake my head, lace my fingers with his, and pull him with me to exit the building.
“That’s just the way of life.” I comment.
As we approach the gang in the parking lot Guildford is the first to see us. His body was propped on his motorcycle until he saw us, that’s when he stands up straight, his arms though are still crossed over his chest.
“What’d you guys get?” he asks.
“Hate to break it to you but it was unsuccessful.” Wraith replies.
Some of the gang groans.
“...For the most part.” Wraith continues. “But I did have a realization.”
“And that is?” Guildford asks.
“Justin.” Wraith supplies. “He grew up in Nevada, has a friend who owns his own car company, correct?”
Guildford looks to be in thought before he nods.
“Yeah.”
“Did he ever tell you what the name of that man is?” Wraith asks. “Or the car company he owns.”
“I believe he said his name is Easton Willikai.” Halah chimes in.
“Willikai!” Guildford exclaims. “That’s the name of the car company.”
Frani pulls out her phone and looks up the car company. It gives her all the stores located around the world, so she types where to find the headquarters and smiles.
“It’s time to party on the Las Vegas Strip.” She says, doing the body wave.
We chuckle and Wraith walks up to her and hugs her from behind.
“Aye, none of that, I’m not ready to be an uncle yet.” He says.
She pushes herself out of his grasp and smacks his arm.
“I’m not looking to get pregnant!” she says.
“Yeah, but who is?” he retorts.
“You’re such an asshole!” she says, walking to her bike.
“I know you love me.” Wraith calls after her.
She gets on her bike, turns on the engine, and revs it before flipping him off.
“Are you guys coming or what?”
The rest of the gang gets on their bikes and Wraith hands me his helmet. I look at it then at him.
“I’m not moving a single inch without this helmet on your head, baby.” He says. “I lost you once, I’ll be damned if I lose you again, this time permanently.”
“What about you?” I ask. “I don’t like the fact that you’re riding without a helmet on.”
“I’ll be fine, I’m a big boy.” He responds.
I hesitatingly take the helmet and put it on. He flips the visor up and curls his fingers underneath the helmet, making me look up at him.
“Besides...” he says. “You look hot wearing my helmet.”
He then leans down and kisses my nose as best he can before flipping the visor back down and hoisting me on his bike.
***