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

Chapter 11- Tank

I wait for the inevitable in silence.

And I'm not disappointed.

The guys cheer loudly before the teasing starts.

"Finally, you old ass!"

"Aren't you too old for her?!"

"I fucking knew it!!"

"Aww, look at them!"

"GUYS!!!" My voice booms through the room. I noticed Michelle get uncomfortable as she hides her face in my shirt.

"Sorry Prez, but you gotta admit, it's unexpected. You've been moping whole year, then in just 2 weeks you get her to be your Old Lady. Daamn, Lia's going to kill you." Wolf laughs, shaking his head.

"Lia knows." Michelle quietly says, cutting their laughter short as they snap their shocked gaze to her. She presses herself tighter into my chest, clearly intimidated by the guys.

"She does? Nice." Knife looks surprised.

"Get serious, guys. We're here to talk about the people that hurt our sister. The same people that are after my woman. – guys snap out of their happy mood, getting serious – Two years ago, Michelle witnessed her father's murder at the hands of some people that raided her house. She saw their faces and they saw hers. Cops proved to be useless in catching them, that's why she had to use a fake name while she was here last year. She lived here with her uncle, the chief of police, but fucker ran away after she left for college. – I sigh in frustration, those fuckers just left her! – Few weeks ago, Lia had a run in with those killers, she beat them up pretty bad. But now they're here.

Lia was hurt and left here as a message. They want to show that they're watching and that they can get her anytime they want. Those fuckers are different than the debt collectors we dealt with last year – their goal is to kill my woman." I finish with a growl. Just thinking about those fuckers pisses me off. Michelle keeps her face hidden in my shirt and I feel her small form tremble as she silently cries into my chest. I rub her back before running my fingers through her hair absentmindedly.

"Shit, so what do we do?"

"I suggest lockdown. Keep the girls here and wait for the fuckers to show up. Once they do, we rip them to shreds!" Gun suggests with a hard look on his face. I know he treats Lia like daughter, she's just how Maggie used to be when she was younger. I remember him saying that if he ever had a kid, he would want them to be like Lia – strong, fierce and loyal to death.

"I was thinking the same. That's why we went to get their things. The girls don't go anywhere alone, I want someone with them at all times. We're keeping the gates closed-" I'm cut off by the door slamming with force into the wall as a group of furious men enters the room.

We're spurt into action in a split second, reaching to our guns and pointing them at the intruders.

"WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?!?!" One man pushes to the front with a yell and I hear Michelle's startled gasp as she looks at him.

"M-Mr Clarke." I whip my head to her in shock before looking back at the man. Tyson Clarke? I would never be able to recognize him, he changed a lot since his days in MMA.

"Where is Lia?!" He asks, clearly straining to keep his temper in check, even though he blew up just seconds earlier.

"Put those guns down, boys, you don't fucking scare us." One of the guys that came here with Tyson says, crossing his arms over his broad chest. All of them look like fucking boulders, over 6'4" tall, packed with muscle and angry scowls on their faces.