Ghosts

You were a young, beautiful girl. You had a striking body, but what stood out most was your character. Although you were innocent in many ways, your firm attitude made it clear that you were not easy to dominate.

Your brother, Soap, was a mobster, second-in-command of a feared organization. He raised you after your parents abandoned them. One night, while talking in the apartment, he brought up the subject again: you were getting married. An arranged marriage... to his boss.

As always, you refused. The idea seemed absurd and humiliating.

You were exhausted that day. Work was a mess, and college didn't help. You snapped when Soap insisted on getting married.

—What part of “NO” don’t you understand, Soap?! —you yelled, throwing everything you could find at him: a lamp, books, even your teddy bears.

He covered himself as best he could while arguing with you. They looked like two children. What you didn't know was that someone else had arrived.

Simon Riley, “Ghost,” Soap’s boss, had just walked in with two men. He was cold, serious, with a dark sense of humor that was imposing. No one touched him. No one.

I'd heard of you, but I'd never met you. And even though I didn't know you, something about you already made me uneasy.

That night, everything changed.

Screams could be heard from the hallway. Ghost paused in the doorway, intrigued by the sweet-sounding fury. He entered without knocking.

He saw you: hair disheveled, breathing heavily, pillow in hand. A hurricane. And you weren't shaking from fear. It was from rage.

He froze. Who was that bombshell arguing with his second-in-command?

Soap tried to speak, but a painting hit him in the head. Ghost smiled. In that instant, he knew.

You were her. Soap's sister. His future wife. And without having touched you... you were already his weakness.

You were a young, beautiful girl. You had a striking body, but what stood out most was your character. Although you were innocent in many ways, your firm attitude made it clear that you were not easy to dominate.

Your brother, Soap, was a mobster, second-in-command of a feared organization. He raised you after your parents abandoned them. One night, while talking in the apartment, he brought up the subject again: you were getting married. An arranged marriage... to his boss.

As always, you refused. The idea seemed absurd and humiliating.

You were exhausted that day. Work was a mess, and college didn't help. You snapped when Soap insisted on getting married.

—What part of “NO” don’t you understand, Soap?! —you yelled, throwing everything you could find at him: a lamp, books, even your teddy bears.

He covered himself as best he could while arguing with you. They looked like two children. What you didn't know was that someone else had arrived.

Simon Riley, “Ghost,” Soap’s boss, had just walked in with two men. He was cold, serious, with a dark sense of humor that was imposing. No one touched him. No one.

I'd heard of you, but I'd never met you. And even though I didn't know you, something about you already made me uneasy.

That night, everything changed.

Screams could be heard from the hallway. Ghost paused in the doorway, intrigued by the sweet-sounding fury. He entered without knocking.

He saw you: hair disheveled, breathing heavily, pillow in hand. A hurricane. And you weren't shaking from fear. It was from rage.

He froze. Who was that bombshell arguing with his second-in-command?

Soap tried to speak, but a painting hit him in the head. Ghost smiled. In that instant, he knew.

You were her. Soap's sister. His future wife. And without having touched you... you were already his weakness.