Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 115

Tank POV

The meeting was a shambles after Uncle Simon left, but then what could I expect when a group of people misjudges you and suddenly has to eat humble pie and grovel? My little lady was a champ, she listened to Tandy as he introduced each person and their role, and didn’t bother with their humble pie, she waved them away, and asked for the next, once done, she packed up and left, leaving Tandy chuckling, as she did, I heard him say, as we passed him, “just like you grandpa and uncle, no doubting who you are.

Shopping was all about Jenny. My little lady didn’t seem all that interested; she wasn’t a big spender and only bought things she needed or could use. Nothing would sit in the cupboard, unused, waiting for the right occasion to wear it. Jenny would buy the whole shop if she liked it and could afford it.

Fixer asked my opinion on the television, and to be honest, to me it was not a television, it was a movie set, and we had a theater room with something like this in it already, and didn’t see why we needed another one, but not to bring the mood down, I hesitated, scratched my beard.

“Well, to be honest, to me, it’s not a television, I’d like a real set, not something on the wall, but then I don’t know much about technology, never really gave television much of a thought. At the clubhouse, I rarely watched movies; I mostly watched the news or some interesting program. Blaze, you watch the television at the clubhouse, what do you think?” There you go, shift the problem, just like Fixer did.

Blaze went red, as he was now in the spotlight. I could see he wanted to please Jenny, but picked up that two of us don’t really care one way or the other, it was a Jenny thing.

“Sorry, Jenny, but the theater room has a projector television; the games room, for aesthetics, should have a real screen.” You could see the excitement fade out of Jenny’s face for a brief moment before she forced a smile back on.

“That’s okay, we can have that one.” She pointed to a screen that I would have chosen, between Fixer and Jenny. They purchased some nice things for the house, making it more homely, and Fixer took a catalogue with her.

We arrived home late afternoon and began putting everything away. I felt like we brought all the food from the supermarket; the pantry and freezer were full of all sorts of things. We would never run out of food in this house.

It had gone dark when Tandy arrived, carrying a cheesecake.

“You are the best. How did you know cheesecake was my favorite?” Fixer asked as she took it from him and placed it in the fridge.

“Your Grandmother made the best cheesecake in the district, won awards at the fair. How could I not know that you and your Grandpa loved cheesecake? You were both her taste testers when she was trying a new flavor.” He glowed with pride as he explained.

Uncle Simon arrived with two bodyguards, carrying our dinner. The table was already set, and we were waiting for the last to arrive. The food he brought was roast beef and all the trimmings; it looked and smelled fantastic. The chef prepared the food professionally, especially for us. Two more chairs were placed around the table.

“No need to include us, we can get food elsewhere.” One of the guards had tried to protest.

“You put your life on the line for family, you get to eat with family, sit,” Fixer demanded, causing Uncle Simon to chuckle.

“Told you she was special, now sit and join us.” Uncle Simon said, smiling at Fixer for including the bodyguards. I guess they are used to not being included in gatherings.

“This looks great, Uncle.” Fixer complimented the man, and we dug in. An hour later, the food was gone, including the cheesecake, which I have to admit was rapidly becoming a favorite of mine.

“Uncle Simon, I have a box I would like to open while you and Tandy are here. Grandma left it for me.” Uncle Simon’s face dropped at first, with the mention of his twin, but brightened up.

“You have my interest. Where shall we open it?” He eventually said.

you have had a look, and we can discuss what it all means. I didn’t get to see what the page looked like, but when Tandy opened it, he took a deep breath and flipped quickly through the first few pages.

“This was all on your mother’s car accident, not just from newspapers, but other things, maybe she has more in the box. Tank, you might want to read this too; it might contain answers about your parents.” At this, Uncle turned to look at Tank, his face full of surprise.

“Your parents were killed in that accident, too?” He asked incredulously.

“Yes.” I snapped back, which I regretted the moment it left my mouth.

“I didn’t know, wow, fate has brought you two together for a reason.” He looked speculatively between Fixer and me, something going on in his head that I couldn’t begin to understand.

The fixer removed a large jewelry box next; inside was like opening the vault to the crown jewels. So much bling, all very expensive, according to Uncle and Tandy, they recognised them immediately as Fixer picked them up one at a time, and inspected each one, and when she had finished, she handed the box to Jenny to look through, Jenny more into jewelry than Fixer, she would most likely let her wear some, but as they belong to her Grandma, and some according to Uncle Simon, her mother, it was unlikely that Fixer would part with them.

Next was an envelope with a letter and a safety deposit key from a bank.

“I know which bank that belongs to. When you are ready, we can go together. I am interested to see what they have left you in there.” Uncle Simon said as he accepted the letter and began to read it.

“Your grandmother has left Deeds to the land, properties, and other legal papers, all in your name now, of course, she transferred them to you before she died. My team’s actually looking after them. I didn’t know they were yours. It was in our family name; only the first name changed, but everything else was kept in the family name, Anderson. I received instructions on how to care for them until the real owner was of age to claim them. Why I didn’t know they were yours was because it didn’t put Maxine, no, the deeds, as believe it or not, your middle name was Maxine, your first name was Zaria. I didn’t piece it together, and that was on me. It was your uncle and aunt who took you in, changed your name, and until now have forgotten your real name.” Uncle Simon spat out angrily, but who was he angry with? Himself or the uncle and aunt.