A WEEK LATER

"SHOTS ON ME!" a drunk girl screamed. I winced at the sound but began pouring out their drinks. They snatched them as soon as I placed the small glasses on the table and screamed again. I turned my back on them and went to serve other people.

The club was dark and full of people who were ready to live life to the fullest. I hadn't seen Ghost which meant he had either forgotten about me or was killing people somewhere else. Alonzo, the owner of the club, patted me on my shoulder as he walked past.

"How's the girls?" He asked over the music, pouring himself water.

"Noisy," I admitted.

"I'm guessing it's a birthday trip."

Another round of giggles erupted from the girl and her friends. I looked at them, tired. "It seems like it."

"I'll serve them. Stay here and watch the bar."

I continue handing people drinks late into the night until most people were too drunk to ask for anything else. Two men in suits sat down on the stools at the end of the bar, a contrast to the dancers around them. They gave off a bad vibe from the way their eyes flickered around as if looking for someone and how their hands hovered over their pockets. Walking up to them with a smile, I overheard part of their conversation.

"...An ambush at the warehouse would work."

The man in the red suit shook his head. "But we need the USB stick."

"Clayton should have it so we..." the bald man stopped speaking as I approached.

"What can I get you?" I said cheerfully.

"Whiskey."

"The same for me."

As I poured the drinks, trying to eavesdrop but the music made the inaudible especially as they began whispering. They went silent when I handed them the glasses of whiskey, simply nodding in thanks. Another thirty minutes passed and they remained in the same spot, their drinks untouched. Suddenly, they stood up, brushing off invisible lint from their suits.

The crowd seemed to part as Ghost walked over to the men like a predator hunting prey. He wore the same gold chain I last saw him with, black sweatshirt and a long, light brown trench coat. Confidence rolled off him with hints of arrogance. Gold eyes glanced at me for a brief second but went back to the two guys in front of him. Without uttering a word, he gestured for the men to follow him and they left. Despite my best efforts, my heart wouldn't slow down and I felt like following him.

"Sh*t. Why is he here?" Alonzo swore, anger and fear in his voice.

I turned to him, feigning innocence. "Why is who here?"

"Ghost. The tall one you just saw. Seeing him is never a good sign like a omen of death."

"I don't understand," I said confused.

"Ghost has the name Prince of Vegas around here. We all know him and he's a f*cking dangerous man. Don't get on his bad side, you hear? He can ruin a man in a second and I don't want to be next," he warned. "Finish up here and leave."

"Yes, sir."

I clocked out and grabbed my bags, ready to go home. The fresh air felt amazing as I stepped outside, free from the warm environment of the club. As I walked past the alleyway between the club and hotel, I heard the sound of someone whimpering. The alleyway was barely lit but I followed the noise cautiously. Peering around the corner, I saw the bald man bruised standing in front of Ghost with his partner standing beside him.

"Where the f*ck is Clayton?" Ghost growled, his hands in his pockets.

"We...we don't know," the one in the red suit stammered.

"Is that so?" Ghost laughed coldly, sending chills down my spine. He was different from what I was used to. Eyes that once made him handsome now were hard.

"We can find him," the bald man reassured and raised his phone. "I'll send one of my-"

Ghost kicked him to the ground. "Listen, I'm tired of the promises and lies you've been giving me. I'm not f*cking stupid. You know where he is and you're going to tell me."

"We don't, I swear."

The gun Ghost pulled from his coat made everything freeze. My eyes widened. I couldn't jump in, I had no reassurance that the gun wouldn't be pointed at me. Pressing it into the forehead of the man in red, Ghost sighed.

"I have a tight schedule, Zach. I'm sure you can understand and both of you are wasting my time so I'll give you another chance. Tomorrow or one of you will have its date on your gravestone."

"I understand."

"I want Clayton's location. I'm not going to say it again."

"You're a sick son of a b*tch," the bald man cursed, trying to get up but Ghost place his foot on the back of his head, keeping him in place.

"Angel, I highly suggest you leave."

I blinked in shock. He knew I was watching? I didn't bother finding out and hurried away, followed by a sickening crunch then a scream. Panting, I entered my hotel room and slammed the door shut.

"What the f*ck?" I wondered out loud. On my bed was a single rose with a note beside it.

Stop being f*cking nosey, angel.

Glaring at it, I fell on my bed. "Who does he think he is?" I brought out my phone from my bag and dialled Harry who was in another hotel about an hour away.

"Milan?"

"It's me," I answered to my fake name. "The person 'dad' told me to find is looking for a Clayton. Do you know who that is?"

"I have no clue. I'll call dad later and ask if you want."

"If you could, I'd be very grateful." I started scanning the room for hidden cameras that Ghost may have put. "I think I have bugs in my room but I have no clue where."

"Do you want me to check it out? I can come down-"

"No, it's fine," I interrupted. "I don't think I'll be staying here long."

"You found Ghost?"

"He found me. I'll text you anything else. I don't want to say too much."

The slight glint from the corner of the vanity mirror caught my eyes which narrowed. "Found you." Picking the tiny listening device, I tried to find anything unique but there was nothing. "I know you're f*cking listening, Ghost. Can I have some privacy at least?" I spoke into it irritated. "There better not be any of these things in my shower or we'll have problems."

I then threw it out the window and went to find my tiny suitcase. There was barely anything inside, a few clothes, a gun, bullets, a baseball cap, some cash and my fake ID. I stuffed everything in the backpack I had bought earlier and took the bottles of water that were on my desk. Ghost hadn't shown any signs to want to kill me but I couldn't trust him and I didn't understand why he'd want to listen into my conversation.

"One more night," I whispered. Then I would leave. The hotel was no longer safe and I had to find who Clayton was before Ghost got to him.