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

Chapter 31 - Blake

I drive towards Lia's house, pissed off beyond belief. My blood boils as I think about Tank. I get that he was worried about Michelle, I'm the same when it comes to my girl, but he shouldn't have said what he did.

I watch sadly as Lia storms into her house, crashing everything in her path. I wince as she hits her leg against the dresser in the living room, knocking few vases off it.

Shit!! I rush to Lia and quickly grab her, turning around with her in my arms.

"Let me go! Blake!" She tries to get out of my hold.

"Glass! – I hiss into her ear, holding her above the ground – You don't have shoes." I add quietly, kissing her cheek. Lia huffs and relaxes slightly.

I carry my girl to the couch and go to the kitchen to get the cleaning supplies. As I walk back, a loud crash resounds from the living room. I enter the room, only to see Lia roughly take off her brace and chuck it across the room, breaking the flat screen. I quickly clean up the glass, glancing worriedly at my girl. She's breathing heavily, leaning her elbows on her knees as she stares at the floor.

"How could he say that?" She brokenly asks once I come back after throwing the trash away.

"I don't know. But he went too far." I sternly say, settling beside my kitten.

We don't say anything else, just sitting quietly on the couch. I rub Lia's back under her shirt, sighing when I feel how tense she is. I may appear calm on the outside, but inside I'm fucking boiling with anger.

My kitten only tried to help, but once again her efforts were left unappreciated. Everyone expects her to help, as if it's her fucking job, but not once have I heard anyone thank her for anything. Not to mention how much she went through because of this whole thing. I get why Tank was worried about his woman, but it was my kitten that paid the highest price for being involved in this shit. If she hadn't protected Michelle, she wouldn't have gotten hurt, that Ranger guy wouldn't have known about her and those four motherfuckers wouldn't have raped her and beaten her up! But no one fucking cares about that!!!

No one!!!

"I need a fucking ice bath or I'll blow up. – Lia suddenly seethes, catching my attention – I've had enough of this shit. How many times do I have to put myself on the line for them?! It's their shitshow, and they should deal with it." I lean to press a kiss to her head. Lia sighs deeply, leaning her head against my shoulder.

"I'll clean everything up, so take your time. But don't stay for too long in cold water, you can get sick. I don't want you to get sick baby." I rub her waist, kissing her temple. Lia turns her head to give me a kiss before going to her bedroom.

I clean up the broken stuff and take it out then go to check up on my kitten. I see she's left the bathroom door open, so I lean against the doorframe and watch her quietly as she talks through the phone in that sexy British accent.

"10 pm. I can't get there earlier. ... No, I want to get done with all 3 fights tonight. I have plans. ... Sure. I'll see you later." She hangs up with a sigh, then turns to me and gives me a smile. "Wanna join?"

"Cold baths are not my thing." I smirk teasingly.

"It's a hot one."

"With you, I'm sure it is." I grin, slowly undressing. I settle behind my girl, letting her lean against my chest, and slowly caress her skin under the water.

"Feeling better now?" I ask after a while.

Lia just sighs deeply, taking my hands in hers and playing with my fingers. She's stalling. "I'm going to the Cage tonight. It's time to pay off the debt. Then I want to leave, most likely to Chicago to my dad." She quietly says and I squeeze her tighter at the mere mention of her leaving.