Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 112

Maxine/Fixer POV

It was good to feel my bike between my thighs. I need to take her for a spin later; she been neglected for far too long. I placed a cover over her, as she barely got warm coming that short distance. I looked longingly at her one last time before closing the garage door and climbing back on Tank’s bike, my mind back onto the job at hand.

Quickly, with the help of Tank, we boxed up all the tattoo gear and took it the long way around to the new tattoo shack, as I have named it. We have yet to make a gate, maybe that can be done, once we find someone to do the tattooing, because I just don’t have the time, to do all the things that Prez wants me to do, sometimes, I wish I was like Jenny, have her specialty and sticks to it, I am a jack of all trades, and that can pull me apart, with trying to prioritise the jobs needed to be done, and the pressure from others to be next.

Jenny had done a fantastic job getting this place cleaned up. The smell of disinfectant was the first thing I smelt as I entered. It was so clean and tidy, a desk in the corner, a filing cabinet, a bench for the client to lie on, the sink, pristine and shiny; it was beautiful.

‘Hey, I put a cupboard over here, for your ink storage, and this one for the equipment. Do you have the sterilizer on order? That can go there, on a bench. I have Blaze bringing it here from the back room, which was unused. Also, two of those spotlight lamp things to get better lighting. This place had poor lighting for the intricate work you’ll be doing. I thought of ordering one of those you see the dentist has. What do you think?” Jenny’s ideas were running a mile a minute; she was more excited about this room than I was.

“Jenny, ever thought of giving tattooing a go? You play with skin, you know how it works, and you were always good at school, with art. You could do it on your days off.” I suggested, suddenly liking the idea, that she often drew pictures I thought would make good tattoos.

“Me?” She stopped prattling and looked at me, shocked, mouth hanging open.

I walked over to her, put my finger under her chin, and closed her mouth.

“Yes, you. Do you still have that folder full of drawings? Some of those are great for tattooing. You are a natural. I remember how you worked for ages to perfect inserting a cannula needle, which you had to do to pass your exams. Out in the field, you would need to give a drip line. You are not scared of a needle and understand skin depths.”

“Um, I could give it a go. But need some guinea pigs to use first.” She said softly, as she looked around the room at all the work she had done setting it up.

“I can be your first test dummy; you can put the club design that Fixer made on me.” Blaze’s voice came from outside. He had driven here in the van, in the back, with more items that Jenny wanted in here. Much more organized and thought out than what I had in mind, this was more like walking into a real tattoo shop; she was going to put up pictures and all, making it more professional.

“After my next shift at work, I have a two-day stint, by then our sterilizer will have arrived, and the few items that Fixer has ordered.” She sounded interested, and that solved another problem for me. I can do Tanks and mine here, instead of where I was going to do it in the garage. I would never have thought that in a few hours, Jenny could have converted this so well.

“Time for town, we can get something to eat there, or here?”

Laughing, and the clatter of china cups and plates, was heard as we walked down the hallway. Inside the boardroom have to be at least twenty people eating, drinking and laughing, they turned as we walked in, and all eyes were on me, looking me up and down, assessing, and I think we came up short, but the way some scrunched up their noses, then they looked at Tank, and I wanted to scratch more eyes out, as they eye fuked my man.

Tandy broke the tension as he greeted us, told us to grab food and drink, and said introductions would start shortly. They still had one more person to arrive. Was there not enough here already? Do they all work on my property?

Tank loaded up one plate, as I made coffee, and took a bottle of water too. We sat at the top of the table, where Tandy indicated, and Tank pulled me onto his lap. Guess he didn’t like the way the men looked at me, any more than I did with the women looking at him. I didn’t mind. his possessive side. I liked that someone wanted me that badly.

We had eaten most of the food when a man older than dirt walked in. He looked around and stopped when he saw me. A smile bloomed over his face, and he walked towards me, his cane making a clicking sound each time it hit the tiled floor. Something, call it instinct, made me stand up and give him a warm smile.

He pulled me into his arms, wrapping them around me, and took a deep, calming breath in my hair.

“You look just like your father, and a hint of your mother. God rest her soul.” He said, his voice raspy with age.