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

Chapter 24 - Tank

The guys and I are checking on one of club's businesses when I get a call from Ink.

"What's up, brother?"

"Come to the clubhouse as soon as you can!" He screams. The distress in his voice causes my body to go rigid.

I tell the guys to finish up without me, and rush to my bike. "What's wrong?!"

"It's Michelle." I almost drop my phone at this before hanging up and speeding towards the clubhouse, barely noticing some of my brothers behind me.

I barge into the common room breathing heavily, worried about my little treasure. Did something happen to her?

"MICHELLE!!!" I yell out, searching around for my girl.

"Tank, thank god you're here." Ink rushes to me, covered in blood.

"What's going on?!" I demand, not even caring how harsh I sound. "Where's Michelle?!"

"She's in the infirmary. – my blood turns to ice at this – I think you should sit for this." He suggests.

Once we're seated and I've calmed down a bit, Ink starts talking. "Some guys opened fire at the parlor. Prez Lady and I were leaving and a bunch of guys were standing outside, waiting for us. They opened fire once they saw us and I barely managed to push her out of the way behind Lia's car. Thank god the prospect had his gun with him, so we could retaliate, but even though we reacted fast, they got some hits in. Prez Lady got hit in the shoulder, Prospect got shot in his side. Those guys left right after hitting Prez Lady, and I couldn't follow them."

"You're hurt, too." I say, seeing blood on his arm.

"It's nothing. Just a graze." He shrugs it off.

"Do you know those guys? Were they from some other MC?" Wolf asks. He's one of the guys that followed me back here.

"No, they didn't have any cuts, but..." He trails off, sounding unsure.

"But?"

"Your woman seemed to recognize them. I may be wrong, but she tensed up when we saw them." I've heard enough.

"Get Doc to take a look at you then we'll call Church. I'm going to see my woman now." Without further ado, I walk towards the infirmary, my heart almost ripping through my rib-cage as I think about my girl being hurt.

"Jesus Christ! Tank, you could've fucking knocked to warn me!" I ignore Doc's scolding, going straight to the bed my treasure is sitting on. She gives me a small pained smile, reaching out with her uninjured hand to me. I sit down next to her on the small bed and carefully cradle her to my chest.

"It was Michael." She quietly says, wrapping her healthy arm around my neck, crying quietly into my shoulder. I pull her onto my lap, silently seething at the revelation. That fucking weasel shot at my woman! He's a dead man walking!

"How are you feeling, my precious?" I worriedly ask, rubbing her back soothingly.

"I'm fine. He got me in the shoulder and Doc said it's not life-threatening. The prospect got the worst of it; he covered me with his body and got shot in his stomach." She slowly explains, but it does nothing to calm me down.

"Ink said there was a bunch of guys... Did you maybe recognize them? Apart from Michael?"

"No, I don't know them. But even when I haven't done anything to wrong them, they still shot at us. What about Ink? The parlor got damaged, it will cost fortune to repair. Oh God, is Ink okay? What about the Prospect? Is he alright? Will he be okay?" Michelle shoots questions one after another, worried about the wrong things. I stop her rant with a kiss, feeling her relax against me.