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

Chapter 13 - Tank

After Blake takes Lia out of the room, we discuss our further actions. I'm actually grateful for Tyson and his guys; thanks to them I don't have to be worried about leaving the club with less protection. All of them are more than capable to keep the place safe, especially with their experience from the MMA.

That's why I feel at ease about leaving to pick up those fuckers from the Cage.

"Key, keep tracking those fuckers' movements. I know Lia said Lorenzo will keep them at the Cage, but I want to be sure they'll still be there when we arrive. Guys, get ready, we're leaving in ten." I hit the gavel and dismiss everyone before heading to my room, where Michelle is waiting for update.

I told her she can go wherever she wants, but she only said that she likes to stay in my room. I really need to start looking for a house, I don't want to keep her in the clubhouse all the time.

"John!" My treasure comes up to me and immediately wraps her arms around my waist, looking at me questioningly.

"We're leaving to get the fuckers. – I pull her closer to my chest – Tyson and his guys will stay here, so you'll be safe. Lia is with Blake in their room, most likely asleep, – I chuckle – so they won't be able to keep you company. Will you be okay?"

"I'll be fine. Make sure you get them, John. Please. They hurt too many people." Michelle grips me tighter and stares at me pleadingly. I gently caress her cheek before leaning down and pressing my lips against hers in a short kiss. Once I pull away I'm greeted with the sight of my girl's reddened cheeks. I leave a quick peck on the deliciously red skin, getting a quiet embarrassed squeak from Michelle. So cute.

"I'll be back as soon as I can. Stay safe, Precious." With one last kiss I leave her in my room and head outside.

The drive towards the Cage is tense, to say the least. Everyone is on high alert, anxious to get the bitches that hurt our sister. I'm most surprised by Killer, though. I noticed the way he looked at Lia when Blake was carrying her out of the room earlier. He's met Lia only a few times, since he's a nomad and doesn't come to the club very often, but I can tell he took a liking to our little sis. I get why he likes her, Lia is an amazing woman and Blake is one lucky son of a bitch to have her. But I doubt Killer has any chance with her.

Once we arrive at the Cage, we're met by two guards, whom I recognize from when I fought here a year ago. They seem to recognize me, too, and give us nods in greetings before letting us in.

Lorenzo is waiting for us at the bar with his hands in the pockets of his dress pants and a harsh scowl on his face. He's a young man, probably around my age, and always meticulously dressed. One could easily mistake him for a businessman instead of a ruthless owner of an illegal fighting club.

"I'm guessing you're here per Ghost's request." Lorenzo greets, his glare softening.

"We are. Where are those fuckers?" I get straight to the point. I don't like Lorenzo, he's a cunning son of a bitch. God knows what's going through his head.

"They're downstairs. After hearing they crossed my favorite girl, I decided to rough them up a bit. They're just waiting to get picked up. But I have to ask... what did they do?" Lorenzo implores with a suspicious look on his face.

I sigh heavily, debating whether to tell him or not. "They hurt her. That's all I can tell you." A hard expression crosses his face before he calls out for his guards.

"Boss?"

"Shoot their knees." I'm shocked by Lorenzo's sudden order. "What? I've never tried to hide my attraction towards Ghost." He shrugs.

After the guards come back, Lorenzo leads us to the basement where the four fuckers are. I'm actually shocked to see the state they're in, but I don't show it on my face. The four men, whose faces I can't see due to black bags on their heads, are tied to metal chairs half naked. They are unconscious, beaten bloody with countless cuts all over their torsos and shot knees.

"You roughed them up good. What are we supposed to do with that?" Wrench chuckles, getting an amused look from the dark haired boss.

"No one messes with Ghost and gets away with it." Lorenzo states seriously. "You've got some transport for them or should I arrange it myself?"

"We've got 2 SUVs in the back." I reply, getting a short nod from Lorenzo before he clicks his fingers at his men and beckons at us to follow him.

Wrench, Don and Killer along with the guards get the four fuckers outside, while Gun and I go with Lorenzo upstairs to his office. "So, what's your connection with Ghost? I've never seen you together." Lorenzo curiously implores, pouring himself a drink.

"I don't see how that's any of your business." I frown at him. I don't like where this is going.

"No need to get defensive, Tank... – I scowl at him, to which he chuckles amusedly – I'm just curious. Ghost is not exactly... sociable, to say the least." He laughs as he sits behind his desk.

"Yeah... it's not easy to get her attention." I quietly say, but he clearly hears me, laughing even louder.

"So... if I want to take a look at Ghost's face, I just have to raid your club, huh?" Lorenzo jokes. At least I hope he's joking.

"As if you would've been able to." Gun chortles.

"If I wanted to, I would've. But I don't. I find the mystery of Ghost extremely attractive."

"Why did you bring us here, Lorenzo? Surely not to gossip." I'm getting impatient; we should be on our way to the clubhouse, but instead we're still here.

"Fine, you got me. I want to ask for a favor of sorts. I know about your club's influence in this town, not to mention your relationship with none other than Ghost." Lorenzo finally gets serious.

"What do you need?" I ask, crossing my arms across my chest.

"Some fucker is trying to open his own fighting ring and I don't want them to succeed. Cage has its reputation and esteemed clientele, but it's about to be threatened, and I don't fucking want that." I cut him off with a heavy sigh.

"Get to the point. What do you need from us?" I demand. We're wasting time!

"I need you to talk to Ghost and convince her to fight here. Only here. If she moves to that new place, most of my clients will follow her. I know she left for a year and I'm guessing she'll leave again after the summer, but until then I will have that other place dealt with." Lorenzo leans forward, crossing his forearms on the desk.

"I can't make this decision alone. – he frowns in frustration – But I can talk to her. That's all I can do." I state.

"Fine. I'll take what I can get." He sighs and stands up. He extends his hand to me and I give him a firm handshake before leaving his office.

"I don't like him." Gun says once we're in my car.

"I know. But he actually helped. He could've easily refused to keep those fuckers here, so the least we can do is talk to Lia about his request. It's up to her to either accept or deny it."

"I don't think Lia will have problems with that. The bets at the Cage are the highest within 100 miles. And Lia has established reputation there." Gun reasons.

"Yeah. But let's give her time. She needs to heal, not think about fighting."

The rest of the drive goes quietly, the two bitches in the back are sedated and won't wake up for a while.

Once we're at the compound Blood and Shovel come up to us and take the fuckers from the back to the shed, while I head straight to my room, where I find sleeping Michelle. Someone's tired.

I glance at the clock, only to see it's already past midnight, so I take a quick shower and head to bed with my girl. I don't miss the fact that she's wearing my shirt, which swallows her small curvy body deliciously. I settle behind her, spooning her, and as if sensing me behind her, she turns in my arms and buries her face in my shirtless chest. I press my lips to her forehead before falling asleep.