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

Chapter 23 - Michelle

"Squirrel! You ready?" I hear Lia shouting from the hall, while I'm changing in John's room. I don't know what to wear, so for the last 15 minutes I've been staring at my clothes sprawled over our bed. Our. I love the sound of that.

"Just a moment!" I call out to my friend. She's been patiently waiting for me till now, but I know it won't last.

"Just a moment my ass. – I jump in fright when Lia barges into our room with a blast. The cast on her leg is already gone, so is the splint on her arm, so she can finally move on her own. She still has to wear a brace on her leg, just so she doesn't strain it while walking, but at least she can walk instead of being carried all the time. – Squirrel, what's taking so long? I had to call Ink twice already." Lia crosses her arms over her chest, walking up to me, looking imploringly at the clothes on the bed.

"I don't know what to wear." I wince at the disbelieving look on Lia's face as she sighs.

"Jesus, you're such a girl."

"Well, it's not easy to find something that I'll be able to take off later without revealing too much of my body."

"Well, have you decided where you want the tattoo?" Lia ask, going through my wardrobe.

"On my upper back, so it can be seen." I grin proudly. I have finally made my mind about the tattoo and Lia, being the great friend she is, decided to go with me while I have it done. That's where we're supposed to go now, to Ink's tattoo parlor, but I have no idea what to wear.

"Okay, so how about a tank top?" Lia suggests, holding up a white tank top with sheer back. Since when I have something like this in my closet?

"No, – I sigh – the tattoo is supposed to be between my shoulder blades, so I would have to take it off." I frown, making Lia sigh in exasperation.

"How about this, then?" She shows me a loose dress shirt, which I'm pretty sure is not mine, judging by its size. Lia must see the confused look on my face, since she turns away from me, shaking silently. She's laughing at me! Meanie!!!

"It's not mine." I shake my head at her.

"I know. It's Tank's. It'll be loose enough to not irritate the tatt after you're done and it'll be easy to adjust so Ink can work." She just shrugs.

"Lia!" I whine, covering my face with my hands.

My sadistic friend just laughs at me, putting the shirt in my hands. "What? You're his old lady. No one will say anything about you wearing his shirt. Come on, put it on and let's go. We're already an hour late." With that she starts putting my clothes in the closet, leaving me with no other option than to wear John's shirt. I sigh deeply, putting the shirt on, letting John's scent engulf me in a protective bubble.

"Didn't know my Squirrel was such a creep. You're smelling this shirt like it's Tank himself." My cheeks redden furiously at Lia's mocking tone. Devil.

Due to terrible traffic, the drive to the parlor takes longer than it should. Now I know why Lia pushed me to leave earlier. We could've avoided this.

One of the prospects is going with us, driving Lia's car, - she insisted on taking her own instead of club's SUV – much to her displeasure. She wanted to drive herself, but with the brace on her leg it's still impossible.

Lia hates the fact that there're things she can't do herself, and each time it happens she curses the guys that hurt her, even though they're already dead. Usually it's not a big deal, since Blake is with her and easily calms her down, but right now, he's not here and Lia's slightly annoyed at the fact she couldn't drive and is now condemned to the backseat – Lia's words, not mine.