Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Then someone at the table shattered the silence, and the spell broke. But even as the noise of the room rushed back in, I knew one thing for certain, this wasn’t over.
“Fuck me! You’re Kai Ghost.”
The reaction was nothing new. People never expected me to be that Kai Ghost. With my blonde hair and curves that didn’t exactly scream “elite sniper,” I didn’t fit the stereotype. Most assumed I was some bimbo tagging along, a girl playing dress-up. It was always amusing to watch their assumptions shatter.
JAGGER
Kai Ghost.
The name rattled something in my memory, a fragment of recognition I couldn’t quite pin down. But looking at her blank expression, I couldn’t tell if she even knew the weight her own name carried for Gauge who’d said it.
“You didn’t realize that?” The guy who had arrived with her leaned back with an easy grin, draping his arm over the back of her chair. His hand curled around her neck, giving it a casual shake—an action that, for reasons I couldn’t explain, irritated the hell out of me.
“I mean, you just watched her in action,” he continued. “That’s barely scratching the surface. You even saw the rifle she walked in with, and the name still didn’t click?”
“I thought it was a man,” Gauge admitted, still sounding floored. A chorus of agreement rippled through the table, but my mind was racing, piecing it together.
Then it hit me.
“Back the fuck up—you’re the one who took out Ramirez and his entire crew.”
The realization landed like a punch. The woman sitting here, watching us with cool detachment, wasn’t just another operator. She was a ghost in the truest sense—feared by the enemy, revered by those lucky enough to fight alongside her.
And I had expected someone… bigger. Some bruiser built like a tank, the kind of sniper you imagined being able to endure days in position, body hardened for the brutal patience required of the job. But from where I was sitting, the only extra weight she carried was in her chest—
Jesus, focus!
Across the table, Preacher dropped heavily into his seat, the look on his face telling me he hadn’t known either. This was going to be interesting.
“You never told me,” He croaked at Duke.
Preacher kept me in the loop about everything—club business, rival movements, and, most importantly, his daughter, Kyle. Every week, he reached out to Duke for updates on her, piecing together fragments of her life from afar. But somehow, this particular detail had slipped through the cracks of their conversations.
Duke shot Kyle a glance, his expression unreadable, but she was the one who answered.
“I told him not to.”
“Why?”
“Because it was none of your fucking business.”
Her voice was calm, steady, but her eyes turned cold, like a steel gate slamming shut. There was no emotion on her face, just that impenetrable wall she’d built around herself.
We all knew the history between Kyle and Preacher, or at least, we knew the version she believed. What she didn’t know, what Preacher had failed to tell her, was the truth. And judging by the way she reacted to seeing him, first outside and now again in this room, it was clear she hadn’t forgiven him. In fact, it was clear she wouldn’t forgive him, not unless he finally stepped up and addressed the past.
I couldn’t look away from her as Preacher pushed himself to his feet. He and Duke launched into the details of the traffickers, laying out everything we had on them. I already knew the intel inside and out, so I focused on the Ghosts instead, watching their reactions. None of them looked surprised. If anything, their occasional side glances when certain names were mentioned told me they’d dealt with these bastards before. But through it all, Kyle sat there, unmoving, absorbing every word with a quiet intensity.
She wasn’t like the MC Princesses I’d met over the years. I’d transferred here from my old man’s chapter, and I’d seen my fair share of entitled, spoiled daughters who thought their last name made them royalty. Kyle wasn’t one of them. She wasn’t loud or demanding, didn’t expect special treatment. Hell, she carried herself like she didn’t give a damn about the Club at all. And maybe she didn’t.
She also wasn’t the type of woman I usually went for. I’d always had a preference, and Kyle didn’t fit it, but I’d be damned if I could look away from her.
And the more I watched, the more I started to think that the tough, detached exterior was exactly that—a front. A shield. I wasn’t a shrink, but I’d seen enough in this life to know you don’t go through what she did as a kid and come out of it unscathed, you just learned to hide the cracks.
For me, women had always been temporary. Distractions at best. Being part of an MC meant relationships were nearly impossible, and I’d never met a woman who made me think twice about that. It had been a long time since I’d focused on anything outside of the war we were waging against the traffickers.