The Ghost

9. You've been a bad boy

*1 year later*

Ring! Ring! The sound of her alarm clock wakes Galaxy so she can prepare for the night's activities. Glancing once more through the dossier she had compiled on the target, she improves her plan a little. She changes into a dark blue dress that hugs her curves, but is modest enough to leave some mystery.

After she slips out of her current gang's mansion, she heads to the club that her target is always at. She sweet talks the bouncer to let her cut the line and heads straight for the bar weaving in and out of the thrashing bodies almost dancing herself.

She sits at the rounded bar staring out into the crowd searching for a man to show herself off with while sipping on a drink. Finally locating a man to compliment her current outfit, she downs the rest of her drink and gets up dancing through the crowd. Once she's reached him, she stops moving through the crowd, dancing in her spot till he turns to admire her. She bites her lip and admires his body too before turning and grinding down his body. She gets lost in the music until she looks up to see her target staring at her. He jerks his head toward the bar before turning and heading for it himself.

Excusing herself from her dance partner she stands next to her target, "I'll have what he's having," she tells the bartender.

"You have very good taste," the man next to her grins. She smirks at him before turning her attention back to the bartender who is handing her a drink.

While she's distracted the man next to her grabs her ass, "You like what you're feeling," she cockily asks.

"Nah, just seeing if it's all real or if you're one of those plastic bitches." He smirks as he continues massaging her butt.

She grins at him, "oh it's all real hun," as she pushes her ass back towards him. Suddenly she looks towards the door muttering, "Shit, I didn't think they'd actually leave."

Her target hears, but then she blushes as if she didn't actually want him to. "Sorry but my friends are leaving without me, so I gotta go."

He grabs her arm as if he wanted her to stay, but he merely says, "Here's my card call me if you ever want to have a good time."

She nods to him walking out the door after the random group of girls she pointed to earlier.

The next day she called him, "Hi John, my name's Scarlet. We met last night at the club? I was wondering if you were down for a quickie?"

"Oh my dear, I am always down for a quickie. I'll text you my address. Be here in the next 10 minutes." He demanded forcefully.

She smirks at his attempt to dominate her, but drives off anyways. She arrives 10 minutes later, but waits 5 minutes before walking in just to spite him.

After the receptionist let's her into the elevator, she pulls out her lipstick to reapply.

When the elevator reaches the top floor she walks out into his penthouse. He sits on a white couch sipping whiskey trying to look rich, but she knows he's broke from gambling against the mafia too much.

She walks right up to him and starts making out. Before she can stop the kiss he pulls on her bottom lip trying to stick his tongue down her throat, but she manages to pull away before she opens her mouth for him.

"Ah, ah, ah, you've been a bad boy haven't you?" She asks almost like a mom would her child when they've stolen cookies before dinner.

He smirks, "That depends... how do you think I've been a bad boy?"

She smirks right back at him, "I think you borrowed more from the mafia than you could handle and deserve to be punished for it."

He starts cursing, screaming right into her ear, "What the fuck! Who the hell do you think you are bitch! I could have you killed in minutes! I have many ties to the Assassins School for Girls!"

She replies as sickly sweet as possible, "Do you really? Then why was I sent to kill you? I am the top student there."

His face goes extremely pale, looking at her as if he's seen a ghost, but tries to challenge her, "Oh really, what's your name then?"

"You want to know my name? Oh... well... my name is the Ghost." She mockingly says as childishly as possible. His face goes even paler before she talks matter of factly, "I've been told to ask you to sign this." She pushes a paper in his face but doesn't allow him to read it.

It barely takes any persuasion on her part for him to sign the contract. Once she has the contract signed she turns into her business woman persona, "Alright you and I need to have a talk. You, despite your many mistakes, have a chance to change. I am giving you one chance to become a good person, but the second you fuck up, I am going to kill you slowly."

"Wait, what! You... you're... you're not going to kill me," he stutters out.

She stares at him assessing his chance for real change, and upon seeing his potential says, "Yes, I have started a gang of sorts of my own that is allied with the korean, Japanese, Taiwanese, Greek, and Jamaican. Although despite their power my own is still stronger because you see, I have spent the last 5 years saving those whose lives I was sent to end by giving them a chance to do better for me. I give fuck ups like you the chance to do better for me and to eventually create a new life better than their old ones."

He stares at her as if she is crazy, but then she continues her plans, "In the near future I will be calling upon them for a big job and I would like you to be a part of it."

John then proceeds to interrogate her on her plan, but she refuses to answer any more questions until he has accepted her offer and is put through the initiation process.

It takes him a couple of hours but he finally agrees to join her, so she calls one of her crews to fake his death and goes home to wait for his 'death'.

When she arrives back home one of the mafia don's sons approaches her before she can even make it in the house, "Where have you been!"

She rolls her eyes at him, but replies, "Doing my job Joey."

"Then why isn't John dead yet?"

She peers curiously at him wondering if followed her, "That is not how I work. I am the Ghost because no one can figure out how they died when no one was around them and they were alone, so how about you shut the fuck up about things you can't understand."

He tries to give her his best death glare, but she starts to walk off, "Wait! I was told to tell you to pack, you're returning to the school tomorrow."

She nods her head and sighs, "It's that time of year again." Then she speaks out, "Is this the last place or is it only a visit?"

"I was just told to tell you to pack your bags." Joey says and walks back into the mansion.

Galaxy can't help the excitement she's feeling at getting to see her sister again ana all her friends. But she's also feeling stress that everything she's built and planned is going to fall apart before she can even start. To help calm herself she calls Jasmine for a check-in, but it goes straight to voicemail. Then she calls Ashley, but again it goes to voicemail. Finally she calls Paris who actually answered, "hello?"

"Hey what's up with everyone no one's picking up their phones?" Galaxy asks, a little frantic.

"They've returned to the school, they were shipped off without warning yesterday." Paris explains.

Galaxy can feel her anger rising, but does her best to stay cool, "have you been recalled yet?"

"Yes I'm supposed to return in 2 days."

"Ok so I'll see you soon then, I was told I'm returning tomorrow."

"G are you really going through with it all?"

"I don't have much of a choice, I refuse to let this keep happening, so I will protect everyone as best I can. Alright now that I know everyone's ok, I have to call my assistant to take over before I leave."

"Alright love you!"

"Love ya too." Galaxy replies as she ends the call.