[1] Midnight Lips | Ghost

𝐂𝐇. 04

GHOST
༻☠︎︎༺

     I was certain Soap was telling me something, but all I could hear was her voice as she leaned over the two front seats to talk to Vargas and Parra in Spanish. I needed to pay attention very carefully if I wanted to understand. Thing was, I was shit at Spanish. I couldn't understand a thing they were saying.

And her Spanish accent was quite different. There were words that not even Vargas and Parra could understand, but they'd laugh it off. She talked faster than she did in English, with more attitude and familiarity. She looked more comfortable speaking it.

She made Spanish look sexy as fu—

"What'd ya think?"  Soap interrupted my thoughts.

What was he even talking about? I stared at him through the holes in my mask. "I don't care."

Soap gawked at me. "Jesus, did you hear a word I said?"

"No."

"Fuck off, mate."

I ignored him and chose to look outside the window. We were riding through Las Almas, on our way to find Hassan Zyani and capture him, hopefully alive.

Herrera suddenly burst out laughing, throwing her head back and exposing that neck of hers. The car filled with the sweet melody that was the tone of her voice. I watched her talking back at Vargas, punching him in the shoulder and laughing even more.

Throughout my life, I was fine whenever I wasn't part of a conversation.

All until now.

"What's got your mind so wrapped up?"

I stopped breathing as soon as I met Soap's eyes. Did he catch me stealing glances at Herrera? God, I needed to stop. It wasn't the first time a woman joined us on our journey. From what I knew, she was well-trained for this. She was capable of taking care of herself. Kate Laswell trusted her, and Price trusted Laswell, which was good news.

It was me who doubted everything and everyone.

So perhaps that was the reason I felt the urge to watch her back instead of mine.

"Nothing," I growled at Soap.

The SUV came to a stop, saving me from Soap's waste-of-time questions, and we jumped out. We came to a stop by the black gate, which separated the town from the main street. Hassan was supposed to be at the white two-story building at the back of it.

I couldn't help but notice Herrera coming to stand behind me. At that moment, I knew it was going to be a serious problem.

"Alright!" Vargas stood at the other side of the door. Behind were Parra and Soap. "Weapons hot, Vaqueros. Ready?"

My fingers tightened around the M4 after I checked the ammo. The familiar adrenaline rushed through my veins and I welcomed it with open arms. This was the only feeling I allowed myself to feel.

"Three, two, one... Execute!"

I kicked the gate open and we pushed in.

We jogged down, following the dirt path. I didn't have time to look around, because as soon as we turned right, we were met with bullets. I threw my arm around, knowing Valentina Herrera was right behind, and I shoved our backs against a wall, the bullets flying past us.

"Fuckers," I heard her grit.

I glanced at Vargas, who nodded his head from across us, and we all launched forward at the same time, firing our arms at the enemy and gaining territory.