[MC #1] Biker's Treasure [Ghost Series Part 2]

Chapter 5 - Blake

Lia is pissed.

Really pissed.

She didn't sleep the whole night, worried about Layla – or should I say Michelle - only to come to conclusion that the blonde stayed with Tank.

With no warning whatsoever.

She could at least text or call that she wouldn't be back, so my girl wouldn't have to worry about her.

Lia roughly packs a bag, while I just quietly watch her, knowing that she's too angry to talk. She just shoves whatever she finds into the bag then zips it up before throwing it by the door and coming to me. I pull her onto my lap and wrap my arms around her.

I stroke her back under my shirt she's wearing and after few moments her body finally relaxes.

Lia wraps her arms around my waist, nuzzling her face into my chest, heaving a deep sigh. She's really stressed about Layla's situation, especially after witnessing her get attacked by those fuckers in San Francisco. What Layla doesn't know, though, is that Lia got hurt protecting her. One of the guys cut her with his knife. I had to watch her stitch up her thigh before she wrapped it up.

I know about Layla's situation, but I wish she would take Lia's help more seriously. My girl is putting herself in danger by getting involved in that, only for Layla to ignore her worries. It's frustrating to know that people take my kitten for granted. I hate it. She's the most amazing woman I have ever met, but her efforts are constantly unappreciated.

I know she doesn't need constant reassurance from people, but I still make sure to remind her how amazing she is any chance I get.

"Will you drive? I've been drinking yesterday." Lia speaks after a while.

"Sure. What about Layla's car?"

"I don't care. It's Tank's job to drop her off." She grumbles, getting off my lap and heading to the door. I stop her before she can leave, engulfing her in my arms and kissing her neck.

"Shh, kitten. If you want I can drop the bag off myself. You don't need to come." I soothe, caressing her waist.

"Yes, I do. Layla has to realize she's not fucking alone in this anymore, that she has me to help and that she can't ignore me like this." Uh oh, Layla's about to get an earful.

"Then let's go. She should be up soon." I say, glancing at my Gucci watch only to see it's already 8 am. The drive to Tank's club will take an hour, so we'll be there around 9. Hopefully Layla or Tank will be awake, so we can just drop off the bag and come back. Lia and I are supposed to go to dinner with my parents, but I want her to take a nap before we leave.

I grab the hastily packed bag and lead Lia to my car, only stopping to let her lock the door. The drive is mostly silent, the sound of Asking Alexandria filling the car. Lia plays with my hand, staring out the window. I pull her hand to my mouth and leave a kiss on her knuckles before putting our hands back in her lap. She takes my hand and presses a small kiss to the back of it, making me grin, and take her hand again. We keep kissing each other's hands for a while, until Lia finally bursts out laughing.

"You're impossible." She chuckles, shaking her head in amusement.

"You're the one who doesn't give up. Just let me win for once." I playfully whine, getting a cute snort from her in response.

"I always let you win. I can't even count how many times you got your way with me."

"As if. I always have to use my charm with you to win." I huff. Okay, that's a lie. We always come to a compromise easily, no matter what it is. We had some fights over the year, but we always made up quickly. We don't have problems with communication. And it's not like we can stay mad at each other for long when we live together and go to bed together every night. Not that we fight all that much. Usually it's about some mundane stuff, like who's in charge of the laundry or about coming late from practice. I'm actually on the Berkeley's football team, the Golden Bears, so I train a lot. Thank god I didn't decide to join a fraternity or I would have even less time on my hands. Lia also decided not to join any sorority, she has enough on her shoulders with the fights and studies.

Speaking of studies, we're taking the same course and I fucking love it. We're both studying business administration, so we can take over our fathers' companies. I literally laughed when I realized that even our future jobs would match. While my father is in real estate, Tyson is in construction. They both said that once Lia and I are ready, we'll take over the businesses. We had a long talk about how to reconcile both, since they're in different towns. We have this idea that once we take over, we will go into renovating and reselling estates. Lia is also taking an architecture course in a private academy, already preparing for the future.

And if our plan doesn't work, my coach said I could try my hand in the NFL, so I have a backup. With that I would be able to support Lia even if she decides not to work after we get married.

Of course, our parents were surprised that we're already planning our future that far ahead, cause, I quote: "We don't know what life has in store for us", but we don't really care. We just know we love each other and that we want a life together.

I park the car in front of the compound before getting out and taking the bag from the backseat. We walk inside, hand in hand, getting nods in greeting from Knife and Wrench as the work in the garage on the side.

Unfortunately, neither Layla nor Tank are at the bar. There are only a few bikers around, including three prospects and the club whores cleaning the place.

"Hey guys. What are you doing here so early?" The prospect behind the bar greets with a smile.

"Hey. Can you make me a coffee? I'm waiting for Tank." Lia requests, getting a nod from him in response as he starts the coffee machine.

"You want something to drink?" The prospect turn to me. I shake my head, setting the bag on the stool next to me and sitting down. Lia gets on my lap without me even asking – that's how used she is to sitting with me. I wrap my arms around her waist.

"Two sugars and creamer, right?" Lia just nods in confirmation, glancing around. Guess we'll be waiting for Tank and Layla to get here.

After over an hour, the people in question finally arrive. Layla is in a huge shirt – I'm guessing it's Tank's – and shorts. Tank is beside her, holding her hand with a silly grin on his face.

At least their night was good.

Lia openly glares in their direction and once Layla catches her expression, she pales.

You should be scared, girl. You should be.