Ghost and König Meet Their Match

Chapter Twenty-Two

It had been two weeks since you had dreamed of Johnny touching you and feeling his fingers trace your cheek. You finally dreamt of Konig last night, and the conversation went similarly to the others. You told him your location and then forced yourself to wake up to get some reprieve from seeing your mates. It was comforting in the beginning, and now it was downright torturous. 

Since your dream of Johnny telling you to fight, you have gotten some fight back into your system. What have you been doing? Denying food your companion would bring you so that you could waste away and do nothing? No, not again; never again would you allow yourself to wallow as you destroyed yourself for a man. Especially not your commander, who had all but ruined your life. 

So you began eating, gaining strength, and doing whatever exercise you could manage without any equipment. You would either find a way out of here or go down fighting. No longer would you be a victim of your commander's demands. He could go fuck himself if he thought you would willingly do his bidding ever again.

The door to your prison creaked open. You expected it to be your companion, and you all but choked on your spit when the figure stepped into the dim light of the cold concrete room. He loomed over you with his pitch-black eyes and smiled down at you before kneeling to be directly face-to-face with you as you sat on the floor. You tilted your head up to see his face more clearly, wondering if fate could possibly fuck with you any more than it already had.

He reached his hand out and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear; your natural instinct to dodge his touch was lost with your state of shock. A million memories plagued your mind as the man before you touched you as if a small scrape of his fingers transported you back to a time you'd instead choose never to think of again.

"It's nice to see you again, little one. I'd have come for you myself, but I've been occupied with things of my own that prevented me from being here sooner. If I had known this is how your commander would keep you, I'd have dropped those obligations." He picked up the chain you were attached to and inspected it before letting it fall. "He has too much trust in you. I'm surprised you haven't escaped already. You're far too smart to be held back by such little preventative measures." His tone complimented you, and it made you sick to your stomach.

You finally found your voice despite it sounding like a harsh whisper. "What the hell are you doing here? Your work with my command's team was finished the year before last."

He smiled at you and chuckled, but it didn't leave you with a warm feeling like it once had. "You still don't know, little one? It seems your command still likes to keep you in the dark. You weren't under the impression I was helping your team get all those underground connections, weapons, and assets for nothing, right?" His large hand tipped your chin up as he brought his face so close to yours that his breath made you shiver in disgust. "You, my dear one, are the payment promised to me. You are mine. I am here to collect."

That snapped you out of your stuppor quickly; yanking your head back to release his grip from your face, you sneered at him. "I may have once been under your manipulative spell, but I broke free from your lies long ago. I'm mated now. I will never belong to anyone but them. You'll feel the same when you meet the poor, unfortunate soul that is tied to yours."

His smile was sinister, his eyes darkening, making your instincts scream, 'run,' "Little spitfire, I already found my mate. I felt that little spark as soon as we bumped into each other. The only issue was that I had already fallen for you. I want no one else, and I will have no one, fates be dammed, telling me who I can or can not have. I had her executed on the spot. My mate will not be a problem; your mates will follow mine into the grave. That will sever your soul ties."