Hunted | Simon "Ghost" Riley

Chapter Two

6 Years Later

After Ghost had abandoned the military, he went on to find men and women to assemble his own cartel; Slowly building his own team of murderous people that were nearly unstoppable: Exspiravit. Once he had enough members, he took out those that viciously murdered his team, Las Almas Cartel and KorTac. It took nearly two years to completely decimate the two powerful teams, both killing and, surprisingly, recruiting them including Colonel König, who had become his second. As the years had gone by, Ghost grew colder and colder. He had compounds and operations all over most countries, spending most of his time in Germany with König at the old KorTac headquarters right outside Moscow. Ghost had kept his nickname, but of course "Simon Riley" was dead, and if anyone muttered the name, they were shot dead.

Ghost had been intertwined in the drug and gun world, transporting and selling both overseas and locally. Ghost had a special team that went around Moscow kidnapping and trapping the most beautiful women to keep his men occupied, sometimes keeping one for himself until he grew bored of her, often handing her off to König or another one of his top men. After one particular stressful evening, he called for another search for new women.

Ghost was walking around his office, going over some minor details of the latest transport of guns he had organized for one of his biggest buyers. There was a knock at the door, interrupting his work. "What?!" he barked angrily. As the door opened, König walked in. "Why must you shout?" He said as he strolled in nonchalantly. "What is it, König?" Ghost said harshly. König shook his head, "Teams back. Figured you'd wanna know." He smiled under his dark sniper hood. Ghost rolled his eyes, "Give me a minute. Rodriquez needs another shipment in Puerto Rico." Dropping his gun from his chest, König grew annoyed, "How many shipments does he need, we've already sent him 4 this month." Ghost dropped the papers on his desk, grabbed his pistol and walked towards König, "As long as he pays for it, who gives a fuck? Let's go."

Walking downstairs to the cellar where the girls were held, Ghost and König didn't speak. Once down the stairs, they walked down a long dark hallway until they reached a large steel door, waiting for the door to open. "You want first pick?" Ghost asked König without turning to him. "I picked first last time, my friend." König shook his head as he quietly laughed. "Fair enough." Ghost shrugged his shoulders as the door finally opened, the lock filling the air with the noise it made as it unlocked. As they walked in, there was 10 of his best men standing around with guns on their waists and in their hands. Behind them were a handful of women on their knees. Some were crying, others were silently staring at the floor. "Good work. Might be the best group yet" König praised as he looked at the women. "There's a celebration going on downtown, lots of foreigners." One man said as he smiled evilly. "On your feet and line up against the wall." König barked at the terrified women, causing some to shriek in fear. Hearing the cries made Ghost and König laugh. After the women lined up on the wall, Ghost positioned himself in front of the first woman. She was a taller woman with blonde hair that reached her shoulders. She avoided eye contact with Ghost. "Look up, darling." He spoke above a whisper, his tone slightly menacing. As she looked up, tears fell from her blue eyes. "How old are you?" He questioned. Her eyes darted from Ghost to the floor without saying anything, slightly annoying him. "Answer the question." He spat at her. "I'm tw-twenty-f-four." Ghost nodded. "And what about you?" Ghost said as he took a step towards the next woman. She was shorter with dark brown hair that was in a braid on her dark toned shoulder. "What's your name, love?" His voice was deceitfully smooth. "Uh, St-Stasia. I'm tw-twenty." Ghost leaned back as he nodded, "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." Ghost turned to a man that stood behind him, "Jimmy she's your type, isn't she?" Jimmy nodded his head and smiled a horrible grin, "She sure is, sir." Ghost turned back towards the woman, "I'll leave her for you then." "I appreciate that, sir." Jimmy said with a vicious tone. Ghost took another step to the side, now standing in front of the 3rd girl. "What's your name?" His tone still smooth. "Evie." Her tone was flat, almost offensively flat. She was the height ghost enjoyed the most, making it easier to toss her around. Her dark red hair reached to her midback. He grabbed a small section of her hair, "Is this natural?" Evie shook her head erratically, "Mm-mm." Ghost dropped her hair and took a step back to look at her. Her skin was tanned, a few delicate tattoos were laid over her arms. The sleeveless dress she wore hugged her body tightly, shaping her curves deliciously. The long slit in the dress reached just above her full thigh exposed her tanned legs. "König, go ahead and choose, think I'll take this one." As he finished his sentence two men quickly made their way to the woman Ghost has picked and grabbed her by the arms. "Wait, no! Please!" She cried as she attempted to fight them off. "It's better not to fight, love." Ghost said smoothly.