Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 105

Tank POV

That was the best night’s sleep.

Why? You may ask.

Because my girl, slept in my arms, all night, no moving an inch, not threshing about, no crying in her sleep, this was rare, she used to cry or thrash about, every night, and even scream out, depending on what nightmare she was caught up in, but last night, or should I say, this morning, I woke in exactly the same position I fell asleep in, both of us, having a deep peaceful sleep.

I had expected my little lady to have a rough night, so much of her past was discussed yesterday, bringing deep hurts that even made me growl, and I hurt for her.

What surprised me was the mention of my Dad. He apparently was one of her Grandpa’s closest friends, fished together, and went hunting together. He must have been as devastated as we were when he died. That was the bike that Fixer had just started to work on. It has been a bike wreck for many years. There are other bikes she wants to fix up, but that old Walla was my Dad’s; he died riding it. The same accident that took Mum, and although I didn’t know back then, Fixer’s mother died in the same accident. We didn’t believe it was an accident, four cars, two bikes, and a semi-trailer collided on a straight stretch of road. Some say the truckie fell asleep at the wheel, crossed the line, and wiped out the bikes and two cars; the other two cars were following the truck and couldn’t avoid being involved in the carnage. We tried to investigate, but too many doors shut tight, and even our men in the force couldn’t open the file once it was sealed. That raised red flags for us, but we didn’t have the authority to reopen it. I was a child, only seven at the time, and Zero was five. The club was devastated by the loss of two of its members and two old ladies. Soon, we became the orphans of the club, having many mothers and fathers yet none. We weren’t treated badly, but it was hard growing up with no parents to guide us. We were to some extent lawless, doing anything and everything to get attention. Good or bad, as long as we were noticed, until we no longer tried, and together, Zero and I during high school, started on our own path.

Maybe it’s time to investigate that accident again. With Fixer’s real father’s parents’ connections and power, they might be able to dig into it. Surely they would like to know the truth behind that accident. Not what little we know. I wonder if her father had clippings and other information in his possession, and if Tandy went digging. Got to talk to Tandy, find out what he knows, what was done back then. I have a new drive and direction, time to go digging, with Astore backing, we just might find out what really happened to my dad and mum, and although I haven’t told her yet, her mom. I want to wait till I have news, but if her grandparents, Astore, say something, I am screwed. As torn as I am talking about it, I feel I must.

I throw on some jeans and a shirt and head downstairs. The kitchen was empty, but trays of food were on the table, some on warming plates. I made coffee and piled one plate high with food, and headed back upstairs. All the while thinking about how I am going to talk about this, she was only two, and wouldn’t have much memory of the time, and lucky for her, she survived the accident, might not even know she was in the car at the time, too young, I feel.

Copying Fixer, I waved the coffee under her nose. It seems we love to do this to each other; it was a gentle way to wake her up. Touching her makes her jump, and she takes on the defensive. I learned that on day one, talking to her doesn’t work either; she just grumbles something incoherent and pulls the covers over her head. At least coffee draws her awake, and often I get her happy smile as a reward.

“No, I don’t remember too young, but why? It was so long ago? What interest does that have for you?” She had an enquiring mind, and if she doesn’t get enough information, she will keep pushing.

“My Mum and Dad died in that same accident. I was seven at the time, and they said the driver fell asleep at the wheel. I don’t buy it, and all doors snapped shut when others at the time tried to investigate. Now I am older, and I want answers. We lost two good men that day as well as your mother, and others. There’s a coverup, I am positive. I hope that with your family’s power and money, they can open doors we couldn’t. Plus, over time, those hiding in might have died, changed, or thought they were safe, and this was forgotten Zero and I have never forgotten.” I explain, and that last bit with a little too much werom.

“I thought you had judges and police in the family.” She asked, and that was the same question I asked.

“We do, but they put jurisdiction crap on the guys, because the accident happened in another town. They shut down the information, and without real evidence, we couldn’t push for more The judges’ hands were tied, and if there was any evidence, they hid it before we got the bes and cars back. The walla you are working on was my Dad’s, he was VP back then, mum on the back, and the sergeant of arms, who died alongside him, they were coming back from a meeting with another club. Your grandpa stopped coming to the club after that accident” He went to school with my Grandpa, but Grandpa died a long time ago, and your Grandpa took his place, not to replace him, but a promise kept, he was to look after my Dad, and after that accident, your Grandpa felt he failed in his promise. It was hard to get him to come to the clubhouse; if we saw him at all, it was out in the street or at the swimming hole, fisting, when we saw him, he nearly always had you tagging along.” I said with a chuckle, remembering that child, younger than me, following her Grandpa around, and not afraid to bait her own hook, always trying to be like him. I wish I had paid more attention back then, but with me being five years older, she would never have been on my radar. I am still shocked we are together now. I don’t deserve her, and the connections we have that I hadn’t realised we had like her grandpa, astound me.