Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 101

Tank POV

“Prez, my little lady, wants to fix up the club, and the grounds, open up the gates between the two properties, so we can expand out further, but not open to guests, only for club members, that

you trust, and she wants to find out about some of our retired, like would they be prepared to work for her, and teach the younger ones coming through. Do some upgrades at your hospital and schools. You should have heard her talking on the balcony, as her ideas flowed, even wants to help the homeless, make more places for them to spend the night, give them a meal a day, more than the soup kitchens do now. What do you think?” I asked, more excited about what Fixer was planning for her vision for the town, and next door, than Prez, who looked stunned by all of this.

“So Fixer, you are looking at what you can do for the club, and the community, and not what you can do for you?” Prez asked, looking between the two of us.

“For me? I don’t get what you mean.” Fixer stared at Prez, looking lost.

“Most girls, and a lot of guys too, for that matter, being told they have a lot of money, would be looking at new clothes, a new car, or, in our case, a bike, travel the world, start bossing people around because they are rich and feel above everyone else. Because of money’s power and control.” Prez put it bluntly, and although I got what he meant.

“I need more clothes? I just bought some new work shirts, coveralls, and gloves. Got some new shirts and jeans too.”

Lots of girls have a wardrobe full of today’s fashion, and loads of shoes, bags, and jewelry. You don’t want to glam up?”

“Why buy more than I need? I can only wear one pair of boots at a time, and a spare. I don’t need more jewelry, I have Grandma’s in my room, but I never wear them, plus more in a lock box in the bank. I don’t get what you mean.” Fixer really was clueless in so many ways.

“If sister got the opportunity to buy more clothes, makeup, bags, and shoes, would she?” Fixer frowned for a while, then her eyes widened.

“She would buy the store, even if she never got to wear them all. Show off all the bling and gloat over it. But that’s not me, I don’t need all that.” She argued back.

“You said you will be going to the quarterly meetings; from now on, you will need business attire; you can’t go in jeans and a shirt.”

“I am me. If they don’t like their new boss wearing a guys cut, that’s their problem. I am not taking off my cut to go into a boardroom of stuffed shirts. Besides, we have a month before that meeting to talk to Gramps and find out who I can bring. If I can have others, I want some of those you suggest might like to work with me, to come, meet the managers, and get our feet wet.”

“Gramps?” Prez looked between us.

“Gramps and Grams, for my father’s parents, Grandma and Grandpa, for my mother’s parents. I never had this issue before, and it’s confusing, so I broke it down to something I could use. Give them both their own titles.”

“Got it. Let me get this right, you have more money than our town bank, and you want to spend it fixing up our town’s problems.”

“If I can help, then yes, I know what it’s like to live on the streets, and no, I am not encouraging kids to leave home so they can live on the streets, because it’s better now, I thought of that, just a roof over their heads, and a meal a day, and possible people who could help work out why they left home, and try to help, and not have social workers getting in there face. Maybe some of our guys would be interested in helping the kids; many know what it’s like to come from a broken home.”

“Is she for real?” Prez was still shocked over my little lady and how unselfish she was.

“Fixer by name, Fixer by nature.” I chuckled back, giving my little lady a gentle squeeze.

“Fixy Fix, come here, we have this table today.” Sticks and Jenny were sitting at a small table, one of the permanent wood ones, talking. They had become good friends, since Jenny gave Sticks an earful for not passing along the message that Blaze was interested and for wasting over a week of good fuking. Jenny has no filter, she tells it like it is, but was a bubbly, outgoing kinda girl.

“Fixy Fix?” I repeat what she said.

“Yeah, Maxi Max to me is now Fixy Fix.” Sticks laughed as if it were something great. But I didn’t get it. A girl thing, I guess.

I took a seat and kept Fixer on my lap.

“Where have you been all day, Fix?” Jenny asked, her eyes gleaming with mirth, as she waited for Fixer to answer.

“Lawyer, and shopping. Got a cute top for you, saw it and thought you would like it.”

“Ooo, after dinner.” Jenny rambled on about her day, Sticks joining in every now and then, as she had been with Jenny.

Prez joined us and gave me a look, and I shook my head no. He nodded, and soon food was on the table, and talking slowed, although Jenny and Sticks managed to still keep the conversation going between mouthfuls.

“Hey, Sticks, Jenny, Blaze, can you come to my office? We have something to discuss quietly.” Prez made it sound like a request, but it was more of a demand. I knew we were included,