Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 114

Maxine/Fixer POV

When the old man shuffled into the room, I felt the change; the people became alert, giving him a kind of respect your seldom see, but as the man’s eyes eventually looked at me, and this bright smile broke out, something in that man’s eyes spoke to me, a distant memory, trying to come forward, one that was warm and fuzzy. It was not until he engulfed me in his arms and spoke softly that I knew instantly who he was. My Grandma’s twin brother and she had a close bond, as many twins do.

I had forgotten about him.

Lost memories of good times, amongst all the bad ones, were associated with it.

I had little memory of him before Mum died. What I have are the times we have gone fishing and spent time together. At some school holidays, I think he took me to a theme park, and once he took me on a helicopter ride. My first Helicopter ride was more fun than the rides, but spending time with him and Grandpa was great.

What had me blanking out those good times was the beating my sister would give me when I came home happy, and wouldn’t tell her where I had been. I never understood why she never called Grandpa “grandpa,” but I know now he wasn’t her Grandpa, which makes me think if she knew that I am not her sister. Who was her real Grandpa?

Any way back to the man, who was now sitting beside me, and holding my hand, while ! stayed seated on Tanks lap, he felt so guilty for what happen, and he was not around to stop it, he worked for the government, as overseas doing some hush hush work, and couldn’t be contacted, until it was far too late, like when he missed my real Mum’s funeral, he didn’t know she was gone for nearly two months. That shock of returning to find her gone must have devastated him.

We were going to talk in more depth tonight, and I thought of that box. I might have him with me when we open it; he might be able to fill in some of the blanks.

His departure left Tandy to take over and start the introductions.

The room’s attitude towards Tank and me had changed big time; they now understand I was more than a biker from next door who was taking over the house, that I actually owned it by birthright, and they stuffed up big time. In a way, it made me feel good that they were so shocked by how much they had underestimated me. If they have, maybe others will too, and I can be safe in plain sight.

What’s that saying?

“Don’t judge a book by the cover.” Yep, they should have read the inside cover before buying the book.

Now they are trying to suck up and mend the fences they broke. I am finding it rather amusing how people can change so fast when they can see they fuked up majorly. It’s their jobs on the line, as Tandy so eloquently told them. I didn’t want to listen to them, trying to suck up. I think Tandy understood when I packed up the files and left.

I text him to come tonight with Uncle Simon and see what we can work out.

I am positive the people I just walked out on will not judge someone so easily next time.

We had just moved the truck to the other car park when Jenny came running to us, threw some bags in the back, and squealed about something she found and dragged me away, leaving Blaze and Tank watching the enthusiastic Jenny dragging me away. I am used to this side of Jenny; she was an “out there” kind of girl. No matter how bad it was at home, she never let it affect us, both of us trying to help each other, two birds of a feather, where she was out there making up for me and my untrusting side to everyone, I was pushing her flamboyant side, never judging, and always giving honest answers, we both have lived through enough lies, not to need us to lie to each other. We were balanced, in an odd way, and it worked. When she took up with Blaze, I was over the moon, and when she agreed to BFF. my move in with me, I almost cried with joy. I never want to lose.

“Look at that top, what do you think?” Jenny said as she pulled me into a shop neither of us would have considered entering, even when I offered to pay, because I was an apprentice with a small income before she got a job.

“Put it on, can’t tell with that Bo.obless manikin.” I chuckled because both were blessed, with ample in the top division.

“Honey, you can’t wear that,” Blaze said, tripping over his tongue. Her face dropped.

“Why? I think it looks good.” I asked, the color made her eyes pop, and the low front gave a lovely view of her chest.

“That she does, and that’s the problem. I would be fighting men off her all the time. She’s not wearing my ‘cut’, so they will see her as available. Looking like that, I will have my hands full keeping them off her. So no, well maybe buy it and wear it only for me, at home. Where only we get to see it.” He said, caving in at the end, his look like he was pleading with her.

“That’s good, huh? I will buy it then.” Jenny smiled as she turned to get changed.

“Close your mouth, you are dribbling,” I say to Blaze, and Tank gave him a bro slap that to me sounded painful.

Jenny brought a few more items before moving to another shop. This one was furniture, full of ideas for the tattoo shed and the main gaming area. She wants a bigger television, one just for sports, she loves following the football, but I don’t, so much. But she had managed to drag me to some of the college games when they were close by.

“That one, what do you think?” I am standing in the television section, watching a live feed from a projector, showing a game on the white wall, a sound box nearby, and surround soundm in the room.

“But that’s not a television,” I argue, not understanding what I am looking at.

“It will fit in the room, and you can make the screen project smaller or larger, depending on what you are watching, and how life-size you want it to be. Can we have it, please, please,