Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 111

Tank POV

The more I am with Fixer, the prouder I am of her and her ability to listen before reacting. She listened to all I had to say about Doris and shared her thoughts, but never did it sound judgmental; if anything, she sounded concerned for Doris’s health and glad she was put into care, where someone would look after her. She didn’t expect Doris to fall so easily when she was hitting her, and in a small way felt guilty that she had hurt her so much.

It didn’t take long to get her bike into the garage, back to the clubhouse, and to start packing the little gear she had for tattooing. I had talked to her, and she had agreed to purchase some up-to-date equipment. and more paints, not that she wants to do the tattooing, but was keen to train someone, hopefully we have an artist in the club, and possibly try their hand at tattooing, you just never know, if we have one that is apprenticing at the other town, we could poach them to do club tatts. Will need to talk to Prez and find out if he has a list of the guys’ professions.

I did the few things that Prez wanted me to do, nothing really urgent, but had to be done, ordering stuff online, oils, tools, stuff for the workshop. He wants Fixer to start on another paint job, but was waiting to see what she did to mine first. She will bring her bike back once mine is done, and put something similar on hers. I feel she might do some painting in the garage, or a shed close by, she got some portable gadget, on order, so that can so small, detail work, it’s impressive, her bike was already perfect, it was just to add our club log and me, no big paint job, like the other bikes need, maybe she can do mine at home too. Take pressure off what she has on her plate. Today, she had too much going on to do much, and Prez seems to have accepted that she is a free spirit and will come and go as she finds time, not under the pressure of his time restraints. Not like in the beginning, the whole Fixer dynamic in the club ripples through the place, like a gentle flow of energy, which was welcome. In one way or another, Fixer had touched all our lives.

A quick bite to eat and ticking off another chore from my list, I needed to check out our gym, make sure it had been cleaned, and see if the room needed anything, like new towels, soaps, etc. Not hard tasks, more like I am checking up, making sure the jobs have been done, we have some new recruits, and today I am checking they have been doing their assigned jobs.

So far so good, the new recruits aren’t slacking, one I am impressed with, we are above the requirement. Going to be interesting to see who can survive a Saturday. This Saturday, we will be back to normal, doors open for the scantily clothed girls to come and give the guys relief, and some wannabes. The repairs are done, and Prez was looking at some changes, not just the outside, but a new modification inside. It has been years since it was refurbished, the smoke smell seems to cling to the inside, hence the idea of a big refurbishment, upgrade the bar, redo the public area, new tables and chairs, yeah, in a way that attack did us some good, getting us to improve our clubhouse, that hadn’t been given a lick of paint in years.

Done with my tasks, and it was nearly time to collect Fixer and Jenny, take them to town. I went out the back, to her workshop, to find her knee deep in grease. One of the guys had bike trouble, and she had gotten engrossed in its repair.

“Fixer, it’s time to go,” I called out to her, glad I was a little early, and it would give her time to get cleaned up.

“Start it up,” Fixer said to the patch member, and the bike roared to life. Fixer fiddled with something, had it rev a few more times.

“Take it for a spin, let me know if you have any further issues, and it should be okay now.” The guy took off, spinning his back wheel in the gravel as he went, the showers of gravel hitting the side of the workshop with a loud clatter.

“Hey, thanks, need to shower, we’re going in the van?” She asked as Fixer threw the rag on the bench, and, turning off the lights, she headed towards the exit.

“My truck.” I have to help her up when we take this vehicle, and I enjoy that she waits for me to gather he in my arms and place her on the seat, gaining a few kisses for being so helpful. Humm, perfect.

The work Jenny had done in that shed was amazing. I am still shocked by it all. Blaze was walking around like a proud peacock.

We left for town. I dropped Blaze and Jenny off at the stores and parked near Tandy’s building.

I had stayed in the truck, answering a call from Bruiser about the gym. Fixer was standing at the back of the truck, fiddling with her phone, when an obnoxious voice shouted out.

“Why the fuk didn’t you come to my wedding, bi.tch?” I climbed out of the truck fast, and looked out to see a Barbie doll, with a skirt a few sizes too small for her, and a shirt that left her almost spilling out, stiletto heels, that I have no clue how she manages to walk so fast over gravel, came thundering towards our truck, her eyes glaring at Fixer, spewing out obscenities, my men would be proud to say under certain circumstances. Like when Bruiser put them on the ar.ses one too many times at training.

“Hello, sister dearest,” Fixer replied in her calm voice, which could cut glass. Our guys run when they hear it.

“Don’t, “Hello, sister dearest,” me you brat, why didn’t you come to the wedding?” She spewed out a few words that I dare not repeat, and didn’t like what she was calling Fixer.

“I didn’t sneak; if you weren’t shouting at my wife like you were, you would have heard my footfalls on the gravel path.” I was standing over her, so close she had to feel me. She backed up fast, screamed a few more nasty words towards Fixer, seeing she was getting nowhere, turned, and fled, screaming profanities as she went.

“You okay?” I asked Fixer, running my hands up and down her arms, and she looked a little pale.

“Yeah. Let’s get inside, before we are running late.” I accepted this as “I don’t want to talk about this out here, let’s move on.” Fixer will talk when she’s ready.

We reached Tandy’s office, and the receptionist looked up as we entered and smiled. Yep, you heard me, she smiled, nothing like the bi.tch we met the last time, I guess Tandy set her straight.

“Down the hall, second door on the right, they are waiting for you.” She said in a polite, professional voice.

As we neared the door, we heard a lot of voices. I looked at Fixer and frowned. How many were going to be here today?

Fixer pushed the door wider and entered first. I was right behind her, my hand on her lower back. They were standing around a table, eating snacks, and holding drinks; it looked more like a party than a meeting.

“Good, right on time, come in, fix yourself something to eat and drink, and take a seat. I will introduce you to them all shortly.” Tandy said, turning back to the man he had been talking to before we walked in.