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

Chapter 18 - Tank

This is getting out of hand. We need to deal with this shit before more people get hurt.

We're back from the shed, just lounging in the common room. Blake took Lia back to their room after she fell asleep in his arms on the way to the clubhouse and Tyson and his guys joined us for a drink.

"The fuckers may be dealt with, but it's not over. According to Blake, they might've been working with a fighter called Ranger. It was the only explanation of the fact that they knew how to get her, since she was fighting him that night."

"What about Lorenzo?" Gun questions. He's thinking the same thing as me.

"Nope. Blake said that Lorenzo wouldn't dare to do that to Lia. But I didn't get a good feeling from that man. He's a crafty motherfucker. Who knows what he's capable of."

"Tank, I told you he's not involved. – Blake says as he climbs down the stairs – He respects her too much to hurt her."

"You left Lia alone?" I'm surprised, those two are inseparable!

"She's completely knocked out. I just came down to get a drink for her, but then I heard you."

"How are you, son?" Tyson asks him, offering him a drink as Blake takes a seat next to me and Michelle.

"I'm fine, why?" Blake sounds confused.

"You just killed someone." Cole reminds him.

"And I would do it again. – Blake seethes – Those fuckers hurt Lia, they fucking raped her and threw her out a driving car. They deserved to die." He grips his glass hard enough to break.

We stay in silence for few minutes, not really knowing what to say about this.

"Shh, it's okay, baby. I'm okay." Lia quietly says, wrapping her arms around Blake's shoulders. None of us even noticed her coming downstairs.

Blake pulls her to his lap and buries his face in the crook of her neck, trembling in her arms as she strokes his hair, murmuring into his ear.

"How did you get here? You shouldn't walk on that leg." Blake admonishes once they pull away. Lia just leans her head on his shoulder and runs her fingers through his hair. She doesn't even care that we're all here.

"You left the bed!" She hisses. "You know I can't sleep on my side with this stupid hip."

"What's wrong with it?" Tyson asks, alarmed.

"I must've hit it badly when they threw me out of the car. I can't sleep on my side, so I used Blake as my body pillow." She explains, getting an amused chuckle from her dad.

"I'm sorry, kitten, I just wanted to get you a drink for when you wake up." Blake kisses her head and they stay snuggled, wrapped in each other's arms.

"So what were you talking about?"

"Lorenzo." I reply.

"What about him?"

"He could be working with those fuckers." I hesitantly admit.

"No. It's not him."

"How can you be so sure?" Gun implores.

"He's too proud to work with such scumbags." Lia shrugs.

"What about Ranger?" Blake asks.

Lia sighs deeply, biting her lip as she thinks about Blake's suggestion. "It could be. He's a newbie but demanded a fight with me. Arrogant fuck. I don't tolerate disrespect, I worked too hard to be where I am in the ranks, so I had to show him where he is in the food chain. I almost killed him in the ring. He had to be carried out on a stretcher."