Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 100

Maxine/Fixer POV

In a daze, we travelled to look at what could be my new home. I had seen it from a distance, as a kid, going through a shortcut to the swimming hole I loved to go to. Now that I own that swimming hole, I am considering how to improve it. The ideas I had as a child that I thought the area lacked, I can add them, for future children’s enjoyment.

“Grandpa A suggested a helipad and a hangar so that they can come and visit. If we live in that house, what do you think?” Tank asked, trying to keep me talking, thinking, and not sliding down the slippery slope of what could have been, move forward, not sink deeply into the past.

“We can look from the master bedroom, out over the immediate back yard, and see where one could be placed. I know there are some large sheds there, but by exactly where, I can’t remember.” I was glad he was with me, and I didn’t want to go alone as I had initially planned. I need him more than ever now.

“Sounds like a plan. Even if we don’t move in, we should still have access.” Tank appeared to be sorting through the mind field that was now my life, with a clear head, well clearer than mine.

“Do you think we have a few club members who know how to run a company? Like I have little business sense, and I can’t see Tandy doing it forever, he could take on some of our members who are doing a business degree, and teach them hands-on.” I suddenly started thinking about how I could help our club members, now that I had the money to do so, trying to strike a lighter note on this change in my life.

What do my grandparents expect from me? Now that they have found me, they want to be part of my life.

My father, what’s he like?

Was he still alive?

Would he like to get to know me, once he finds out how my life has been?

I don’t want pity; if meeting me was over guilt or pity, I would be sad.

I try to push these questions aside, but they keep coming back to me.

The place was magnificent. Tandy had kept it looking pristine. As we walked through the place, I could see that this was home, and it was filled with kids running around. It was the master bedroom that sold me, bigger than the main hall in the clubhouse.

“Tank? I think I want to live here. This room calls to me. Can you see yourself sleeping here? Look at that bed, it’s enormous, bigger than yours.” Tank chuckled at my suggestion but agreed.

“We can move in, and yes, so can Jenny, and Blaze if they want, maybe we can see if some who have children, or couples want to come over, with so many bedrooms we could get a few here and still keep a room for the Grandparents, and if luck was on his side, your father?” Tank spoke softly and with care about how he worded what he was trying to say.

“We can put the hanger on the right side, and the pad in front of it, shouldn’t be too hard, just need a construction crew, and council permissions. When we talk to Prez, we can find out if we have club members who can do the job, or if we need to go outside for help.”

Tank sounded excited. We were going to pack our things in the morning and move in. We would need to go shopping and stock up the pantry and fridge. I want a few new things too: sheets, towels, and other items for us, even if I buy them online and have them sent to us. Once we unloaded our shopping, we headed out to hunt for Prez.

“Hey, Blaze, seen the Prez about?” Tank asked. I think he’d be in his office, since he wasn’t out here, which was where I would find him most of the time when I needed to talk to him.

“Office,” Blaze said, his hand in a fist, thump pointing behind, as he lifted his arm over his shoulder.

“Thanks.” We continued to his door and knocked, waiting for the voice inside to give us the go-ahead to enter.

The door swung open, and a rumpled-looking Sticks greeted us. She was tucking her shirt in as she moved quickly past us, and we entered his office, my mind wondering if it was safe to sit on the lounge or if there were loving-making juices on it. I wanted to look over at the chair, but pushed myself not to. I turned to close the door to help take my mind off the chances of wet spots.

“Of course.” Prez looked rather chuffed at the idea of getting out of here, and I agree, not a place for babies.

“Now, we need to know if we have any contractors who can build a hangar and a helipad,” I asked, watching his face change from thinking about moving to the weird request.

“We do, and someone on the council has to approve. Putting one next door? Why?” He asked, leaning on his arms again, in concentration.

“You know the Astore family?” Tank asked, but it wasn’t a serious question because everyone knows them. Or at least of them.

“Go on.” He nodded.

“Fixer, is their Granddaughter? They will need the helipad to fly over for a visit from time to time.”

“You are what? Surely you jest.” He almost shouted out. I understood what he was feeling. I barely believed it myself till I talked, or should I say Tank, spoke to them.

“Yeah, that was part of the keep quiet part, our girl here, well, she’s mega rich, owns part of our town, and most of Mayfield. We need to contact the Mayfield club to discuss our involvement in their town. Also, those hotels will become hers one day, and our club has been given permission to stay for free. The list of what she owns would take all day, but from what I can ascertain, it’s more than we can get our head around.” Tank filled Prez in, and I sat and listened, still not talking, that I own so much when I only had enough to buy a house.

“What’s your plan then?” Prez asked, thinking this money was going into my life, and they could lose a club member. I understood; it was a lot to think about, but leaving the club life was not on the radar.

“Learn what now belongs to me, live next door, fix the swimming hole, since that’s on my property. Get the helipad done, and bring one of my four helicopters here; one room will have to be for the pilot when he is here. I need to know about our club’s members. Once you are happy, you have no spy. I need someone to work with Tandy and learn how to run my businesses and accounts. I have no clue about running a business; my grandparents have some good people working for them, and they will continue to run the hotels. I will be included in the quarterly meetings starting next month, so I will need a helicopter to be housed here. My mind was running wild with thoughts of what our town needs and how I could help. It’s early days, and lots to consider.” I say, as my mouth runs away with me.