GHOST: An Evil Dead MC Story (The Evil Dead MC Series Book 5)

BOOK: GHOST: An Evil Dead MC Story (The Evil Dead MC Series Book 5)
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GHOST

An Evil Dead MC Story

 

Nicole James

 

 

 

 

 

GHOST

An Evil Dead MC Story

 

By

Nicole James

 

Published by Nicole James

Copyright 2015 Nicole James

All Rights Reserved

Cover Art by Viola Estrella

 

Author’s Note

 

For those of you that have read the previous Evil Dead MC Stories, there are events that occur in the beginning of GHOST that overlap with events that occurred toward the end of WOLF. (But told from these new character’s perspectives.)

This book picks up in Sturgis, SD where chapters of the Evil Dead MC from all across the country attend for the club’s national meet.

For those of you that have not read any of the others in the series, this is a stand-alone story. It is not necessary to have read the other stories to enjoy this one, although it may make it a richer experience to know some of the other characters’ backstory.

 

 

 

 

 

PROLOGUE

 

Two Months Ago…

Evil Dead Clubhouse

Birmingham, AL

June 3
rd

Just after midnight

 

 

Ghost’s cell phone went off just as he and the brothers were heading out of the clubhouse. He pulled it out of the hip pocket of his faded jeans and glanced down at the screen, frowning.

It wasn’t a number he recognized.

“You need to take that?” Shades asked looking back at him as they walked out the door.

Ghost’s eyes connected with his VP. “Yeah, give me a minute.”

“Make it fast,” Shades replied, as he and the rest of the boys headed to their bikes.

Ghost frowned as he hit the button and put the phone to his ear, wondering who the hell this could be. He wouldn’t even bother taking a call from an unknown number except for the fact that this wasn’t the first time he’d gotten a call from this particular number. He’d had one yesterday, but hadn’t picked it up. And whoever it had been, had never left a message.

“Yeah?” he growled into the phone, a little pissed off that someone he might not know had his number.

“Billie?” a soft female voice asked. There was only one person that called him by his given name.
Holy shit
.

“Jessie?” he replied back in a stunned whisper. He heard her soft laugh through the phone. Only it kind of sounded sad, like she was overcome with emotion or choked up.

“Yes, it’s me. Surprised to hear from me?”

“Hell yeah. But a good surprise.” Ghost eyed his VP, who sat on his bike, not twenty feet away, watching him and trying not to look as impatient as he knew the man was. They had business to take care of tonight. The kind of business you conducted in the dark of night, and Ghost was keeping the whole club waiting, their bikes idling behind the big clapboard house that was their Birmingham Clubhouse. “Honey, why you callin’ me so late?”

“Is it late there? I’m sorry.” Ghost frowned at her response.
Where the hell was she?

“It’s after midnight.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize. Its just past ten here.” Her voice sounded kind of shaky. Or was that just his imagination?

“Ten? What time zone are you in?”

“Pacific.”

“Pacific?” Ghost was thrown for a loop with that one.

“Ghost!” Shades snapped, motioning with a circular motion of his finger to wrap it up.

Ghost gave him a chin lift. “Babe, I really can’t talk right now.”

“Oh. Okay.” That time he was sure he heard a sniffle through the phone.

“Honey, why you cryin’? Is everything okay?”

He heard her swallow and then put on a fake bright voice.

“Yeah. It’s fine. I just…wanted to hear your voice I guess.”

“It’s really good to hear your voice, too. It’s funny that you’re callin’ me tonight. I was thinking about you the other day.”

“You were?” He could hear the smile in her voice as she perked up.

“Yeah. Drove by that snow-cone place you used to love.”

He heard her huff out a soft laugh. “Chilly Willy the Penguin?”

“That’s the place. What was your favorite flavor again?”

“Maui Mango.”

“Right. Maui Mango,” he repeated softly. She was quiet for a few moments. Ghost wasn’t sure how much more small talk he could make. He knew there had to be a point to this call, so he decided to cut to the chase, his voice dropping low. “You still with him?”

It took her a moment before she whispered back, “Yes.”

“Does he know you’re talkin’ to me? This gonna start a fight?”

As if on cue, Ghost heard a male voice growl in the background, “Who the fuck are you talking to?”

A moment later, he heard a clattering sound, and the line went dead.

Cursing, he immediately tried calling back, but the phone went straight to a computerized voice mail.

“Let’s go,” Shades hollered.

Ghost jammed the phone in his pocket, promising himself he’d try her back later.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

 

Yesterday

Wyoming/South Dakota State line

Interstate 90

 

 

The trucker looked over at the girl he’d picked up at a truck stop on I-90 just outside of Seattle. She’d said she needed a ride to Sturgis. Against his better judgment
and
his trucking company rules, he’d grudgingly agreed to take her. Maybe it was the air of desperation about her. Or maybe it was the long legs revealed by the black leather shorts she wore. His eyes skated down the length of them now, stopping at the funky black high-heeled ankle boots before glancing back up at her face. She sure was a looker. Pretty face. Long dark hair hanging in tangled curls to the middle of her back. Luminous, pearly skin, big brown eyes that were only partially ruined by the heavy liner and mascara she wore. Maybe the excessive makeup was the style, but he couldn’t help but think it looked trashy. She was too skinny for his taste, too.

She glanced over at him, catching him studying her, and he jerked his eyes back to the road.

He needed to focus on his driving, damn it.

A road sign appeared on the right, drawing his attention with its artistic rendering of the faces on Mount Rushmore. The sign read,
SOUTH DAKOTA, GREAT FACES, GREAT PLACES.
It marked the state line as they rolled across from Wyoming.

He looked over at his passenger again as they passed another sign that proclaimed the mileage to the next three towns.

 

Spearfish 10

Sturgis 30

Rapid City 59

 

He cleared his throat. “Hey, look. I’m sorry I can’t take you all the way to Sturgis, but I gotta take the turn off in Spearfish heading north to Belle Fourche. Sturgis is another twenty miles out of my way, and I’m behind schedule as it is.”

“I understand,” she replied quietly, turning those big brown eyes on him.

“You gonna be able to find another ride in Spearfish?”

She forced a smile. “I’ll be fine, Joe. Thanks for taking me this far.”

Before he could respond, his attention was drawn by a roaring sound, and he glanced at his large side-view mirror.

Shit.

It was a large group of motorcycles coming up fast, easing over into the left lane to pass him.
Pass him
being an understatement. They blew by in an angry horde, barely giving him time enough to count them, but if he had to guess, he’d put the number somewhere between fifteen and twenty. He did manage to catch the three-piece patches on their backs. The top rocker that indicated the name of the motorcycle club they all belonged to, read
Death Heads
. The bottom rockers all read
Montana
. It was August, so he knew they had to be headed to Sturgis for the annual rally.

He glanced over at his passenger again. Apparently, if she was headed to Sturgis, she was headed to the rally as well. His eyes skated down her again. Maybe the outfit and makeup made sense after all.

He noticed her eyes follow the bikers as they sped off ahead of them. She actually perked up in her seat for a moment. Then she slumped back.

A mile later, they passed a sign indicating they were coming up on a rest area, and she glanced over at him to ask, “You mind stopping for a minute, Joe? I need to pee.”

He grinned. “Sure.”

He took the exit, his eyes sweeping over the area with its main information building. Set back a dozen yards was an unusual statue made out of tall concrete pillars set to look like some abstract teepee. He was sure it was meant to be artistic, but to him it just came off looking like some weird monument to the KOA logo.

Pulling his eyes from it, he was halfway down the exit ramp before he noticed the line of bikes parked in front of the information building that contained the restrooms. Even from a distance he could see the black leather vests. Shit. It was the bunch that had passed them a couple miles back.

Taking the left split, he parked behind a tractor-trailer hauling logs. It was the only other rig in the lot. Bringing his own to a stop, he looked over at the girl.

“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. We could probably find another exit further down. Find you a gas station or something.”

He glanced around, taking in the landscape, which consisted of flat grasslands, rolling hills and a steep flat-topped butte of red rock in the distance. They were in the middle of nowhere. He knew there might not be another exit until they neared Spearfish. He watched her eyes take in the men that were dismounted and standing next to their bikes, then she turned back to look at him.

“This is fine.”

“You sure?” He frowned, his eyes moving past her to the men.

She smiled. “Who knows, Joe, maybe I’ll find a ride into Sturgis right here.” Then before he could protest, she grabbed up her purse and yanked open her door, jumping to the ground.

“Hey,” he called out as he leaned across the seat to look down at her.

She looked back up.

“I’ll wait around, just to be sure.”

She grinned and nodded. “If I don’t come back, thanks for the ride, Joe.”

He watched her walk away. No, not walk,
strut
. And it didn’t take more than a second before the eyes of every one of those bikers were turned in her direction.

As his truck idled, he watched her breeze right past them with her chin held high and head inside. A few minutes later, she re-immerged from the building. With her hips swaying, she bee-lined straight for the curb where the bikes were parked in a line. Even from a distance, Joe could see her smiling up at one of the men, flirting with him. Damn, but that girl had moxie.

A couple of minutes later, the bikers were all climbing on their Harleys. As they fired them up, Joe could hear the engines roaring to life.

He watched as the girl climbed on the back of one of the bikes, and then she raised her arm, waving to him as they rode off, and he noticed every one of the bikers eyeing him as they all pulled out in a line.

As he put his truck in gear, Joe worried that maybe he should have driven the extra twenty miles out of his way to take her all the way to Sturgis himself. But it was too late. All he could do now was hope the little gal knew what she was doing throwing in with that bunch.

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