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

Chapter 17 - Lia

Blake carries me inside the shed before sitting down on the chair with a quiet huff.

"I told you I could get some crutches to walk." I chastise.

"I'd rather carry you around. I'm getting a good workout." He teases with a small smile.

"Are you calling me fat?!" I pretend to be offended and he averts his gaze, swallowing audibly. From my peripheral vision I notice everyone watching us curiously.

"Of course not. You're the perfect weight." He grins at me, giving me a quick kiss.

"HANDS!!!" Dad yells at him when he notices Blake's hands under my shirt.

"Not working." Blake scoffs. He got used to dad's scolding and he's not scared of him anymore.

Dad huffs in annoyance, but I know he's not serious. He likes how attentive and loving Blake is.

"Okay, let's get serious, guys. I wanna go back to sleep." I turn to the guys, who've been watching us with amusement.

"Open." Tank tells the guy by the door to the cell. The shed is basically a cover-up for the underground cells, where club's 'prisoners' are kept before they die.

The four guys that decided it would be a good idea to hurt me are tied to metal chairs, awake and gagged, with blood covering their torsos and legs.

I watch Michelle burst out crying and hide her face in Tank's shirt. Everyone is quiet, waiting for her to calm down.

"It's them! They killed my dad!!!" She sobs loudly and I sigh quietly, leaning my head against Blake's chest, my eyes getting watery. It must be hard to face the men that killed your family in front of your eyes.

Tank keeps her wrapped in his arms, just calming her down by stroking her hair and leaving kisses on her head. After few minutes, Goldie is considerably calmer. She turns to the guys in the cell, glaring at them with pure hate etched on her tear-stricken face.

"You will regret this!!! You killed my dad and you hurt my friend!!! I will watch you get killed and I'll laugh in your faces like you laughed at my dad!!!" She screams at them, surprising me with the fury in her voice. It's not easy to get her to yell. She's the epitome of calmness.

"Precious?"

"Make them suffer! Make them suffer like they've never suffered before! I want them to pay for everything!!!" She yells at the top of her lungs, desperation clear in her voice.

"Of course, my treasure. They will beg for death when we're done with them. You can be sure of that."

"Good." She nods, satisfied, then turns in his arms to watch the guys in front of her with a glare. Tank kisses the top of her head and gestures at his guys to get the bitches.

I give a nod to Killer when he glances at me, getting a huge grin in response. He looks ready to hunt. Damn, I love this man.

"Keep them alive. – he gives me a look – Special request from Lia." I chuckle quietly. Blake stares at me incredulously, shaking his head with a small smile.

"You're crazy." I lean up to peck his lips and turn to the cell.

I stay on Blake's lap while my dad and his friends take turns beating the shitheads up before motioning at the club to have their turn.

Dad and the guys come up to me one by one and kiss my forehead, then lean against the wall next to us and we all watch as the club gets their knives out and take turns cutting the fuckers up.

Killer almost bounces on his feet, impatient to get his turn. I laugh quietly at him, getting strange looks from my dad and the others.

"What's funny, little mouse?"