Achroous| a Simon 'Ghost' Riley fanfiction

Chapter IV

"So, where did you use to meet him to take those packages?" Roach asked, taking a sip from his coffee.

"Behind Masons Arms, every Tuesday at 7 am. He was settled on this exact day and hour every single week."

"Well seems like we going to a pub tomorrow morning, boys." Soap said, stretching his arms.

"To get business done, not drink, Johnny."

"Didn't mean anything else sir."

Ghost's eyes fixed the girl again. It became a hobby for him to try intimidate her, he found it funny when whe was looking away or just her reactions in general. Even though they were silent, he found them hilarious.

But this time she just looked at the masked man, crossing her arms at her chest. She was determined not to be the first to break the visual contact, as hard as it was, she didn't want to show the fact that she was intimidated.

"When will I go home anyway?"

"As soon as we catch Il Diavolo." Ghost responded, leaning back into his chair, without taking his eyes off of her.

"Well then hurry up with this, I have a college I need to attend to. And a job."

"From all the things you could do you really needed to work at that club?"

"It's the only place that can bring me enough money to keep up with my rent, needs and college fees."

"Whatever."

The other three men felt the weird atmosphere between the two of them, but none of them could figure out what leaded to it and for how long it was going to be like this. It was quite awkward for them.

"Oh come on LT, she aint harming anyone with it."

"On the contrary, I make people happy." She added, her lips curling upwards in a light grim. "If it's such a bad job why were you there? Why did I have to give YOU a lap dance?"

Soap widened his eyes, looking at Evelynn, then at Ghost, who had the same surprised expression as Soap. Gaz let out a whistle as he looked around the room, at everything but the two of them.

Ghost's surprised expression slowly turned into annoyance. His eyebrows pulled together under his mask as he leaned towards her.

"You wanna know what? Not on fuckin Earth would I step in a fuckin filthy place again." He said, rising his voice as he pointed his finger to her. "It wasn't my idea, I didn't want to be there. That lap dance was their dumb idea as well. I'm not interested in this fucking shit."

Evelynn looked at him with wide eyes, pressing her lips together hardly at his words. He was a fucking asshole, a heatless asshole, why did she even care about his opinion about her personal life?

His words felt like bullets to her, making her heart ache and chest grow heavy. Her eyes were burning as she struggled to hold in her tears. She flinched her fists tightly, standing up and leaving the rec room without saying a word.

"Ya messed up, LT." Soap said after a while, throwing a bad look to the lieutenant.

"I fucking not. That's the truth. You guys made me go there."

"But you don't fucking talk like this to a girl! For fuck's sake man!" Gaz added, looking at him.

"Yeah, Ghost. You just don't do that."

Evelynn was in her room, her door getting locked the moment she walked in. Tears were running down her face as her cheeks started burning. Why do I fucking care about his opinion, I'm not going to see him ever again after this! She thought, as she let her head back, resting it on the door being her.

The truth was that she felt ashamed of herself. She wouldn't have become a stripper if she didn't need those money desperately. She wanted to become a lawyer for fuck's sake, but university was expensive, rent as well and she had to deal with her family's debt, something she didn't want to mention to the soldiers. It was hard, but how would they understand anyway?

The men were hiding behind corners, boxes and anything else they could found around the pub, letting the girl wait for the dealer 'alone'. She wasn't dressed up in the military clothes anymore. Soap took her home to pick up some clothes in her size and everything else she needed.

She was dressed up all black, with a pair of leather pants and jacket, matching cropped tshirt and boots. Even though she needed to be tactical and comfortable enough to be able to 'run for her life', she did want to look her best.

She checked the time on her phone, 7 am. Soon enough she heard a whistle, followed by a heavy Italian accent filling the air.

"Well well well, look who we have here."

She turned around, facing a tall man, dressed up casually. His hair was long, reaching the middle of his chest, but perfectly shaved face.

"What are you doing here, sweetheart?" He asked, walking up to her, crossing his arms at the chest.

"Dante...what are you doing here?"

The girl looked at him confused. Il Diavolo used to present himself whenever he needed to hand her packages.

"I asked you first now, didn't I?"

"I wanted to talk to Il Diavolo..."

"Aha... about what?"

"About the packages. I wanted to apologize for giving up on them, and if hes alright with it I could help him again."

"Such a quick change in your mind, Dio mio. Why would you want to do it now?"

The girl looked around for a moment, checking on the four men that were with her before.

"Because I'm a loyal person and I took my time to think more about this."

The man looked down at her, rising his eyebrow, but smirked.

"I'll tell him that, tomorrow at the same hour I'll be here to tell you about what the boss said about it."