“Lena Collins.”
“Fuck!” Reaper roared, jumping to his feet. “Massacre, Vicious on Phantom now. She doesn’t leave this compound or your sight.”
Both men stood to leave when the stranger added, “It’s not that simple Reaper. Ascari isn’t just after her. He’s after everyone now. You, this club, the Valentinetti’s, her former team. Anyone associated with her. Here is the updated kill list. Everyone has a bounty on their heads. Ascari isn’t playing around this time. He wants to kill everyone she’s ever come in contact with. He wants to make her pay for what she did.”
“Just what the fuck did Phantom do to this fucker?” Ghost asked, leaning forward.
“I killed his wife and kids.”
All eyes turned to see Phantom standing in the doorway.
Okay, I knew Phantom had a past. We all did. We never asked questions, knowing that her past was her own and if she wanted to talk about it, she would. The problem was, she never did. None of us really knew anything about Phantom, other than the fact she was good with computers and cared about saving kids that were trafficked. She came to the club through Player. They were online friends and when the shit went down with Remi, she just showed up one day and stayed.
Several of us knew that Phantom wasn’t a normal girl. The woman had skills, deadly skills. Some of us got to see those skills in action when we were in Louisiana. The woman was deadly accurate with any weapon and her hand-to-hand skills were top notch.
She wasn’t a woman to fuck with. Ever.
Still, I couldn’t believe what she just said. I didn’t see her outright killing a woman and children. The fucker yes but not an innocent woman and kids. That wasn’t her way.
“Hello Lieutenant Collins,” the stranger slowly nodded.
“I don’t go by that name anymore.”
He grinned. “Phantom, then.”
“Are they safe?” she asked.
“Yes. Your team was picked up a couple of days ago.”
“Phantom, it’s time to read the club in,” Reaper stated clearly.