Ghost has always scared you with the way he drove on his bike, he would swerve through traffic at very fast speeds and run from cops all the time. He was a complete daredevil or just had a death wish

“Doll get on the bike your going to be fine if you just sat there and listened to me, so come on and sit like a good girl” he patted the back of his bike, you sighed putting your helmet on and getting on the back gripping onto his waist tightly