Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 117

Tank POV

The last thing I expected out of the box was this kind of heartache. Not just a report, but all those vivid pictures, etched into my brain, never to be forgotten, someone needs to be accountable. The death of the driver was not enough to appease my mind.

I had prepared myself for Fixer to be a crying mess and for me to be strong for her, but sitting with Tandy, talking about that scrapbook and what we remembered of the investigating, from the records at the club, and a little bit of invistgating Zero and I had done, in the past, this had brought so much more came to light that I had never known before. It was a nightmare for.

When we turned to page two, past the newspaper clipping, the photos started. At first, they were the cars and the truck, and then we turned the page to the four bodies and two crumpled bikes.

Seeing my parents like that. I don’t mind admitting tears flowed down my cheeks as I saw my mum and dad. I knew the others, but this was my parents; I couldn’t look away, taking in where they were on the road, nothing like the police reports. Dad was still by the bike, his leg under the bike. Trapped under it, he wouldn’t have been able to get out from under it, even if he was alive, his head was at a weird angle, and his lifeless eyes staring into space, His sunglasses broken, and on the ground nearby, where Mum had been thrown over the bike, and had ended up in front of one of the cars, that had, by the look of it, run over her, she was face down, her back looks like it might be broken, where a car drove over her, her arms and legs spread out in broken angles. Neither stood a chance; it would have happened way too fast. The truck was on the wrong side of the road. It had two trailers, and the back trailer was still on the other side of the road, where the two cars following him jammed under it.

The truck driver appears to not have his seatbelt on, or it had been cut, because he was thrown out of the windscreen, the report said something about the impact of the two cars following threw him out the window, he might have hit the windscreen on impact of Fixers mums car, but the added two hits behind him, had sent him further out the window. He was half hanging out, blood still pouring out of him, and as far as I was concerned, he got off too lightly. I wish I could bring him back to life so I could kill him all over again.

These pictures never made it out to the public or even to the coroner’s inquest on the accident. Our club was a mess for a little while; we had to have a temporary Prez and VP, both gone in an instant. So we might not have had the opportunity to investigate thoroughly

I until a few weeks later, by which time the cover-up had started. I was too young; I could only read the reports, but this here had way more information than they ever managed to dredge.

“There’s plenty here, to give us some new direction, and I am sure we have more connections now, since you are back, you missed it all, arriving back in the country, what three months after the fact, way too late to get any real information, even the truck drivers house was burnt down, removing any hint of who might have been involved.” Tandy was filling Simon with what was in the scrapbook, and I bet that metal tin, which Fixer opened and closed quickly, might have more information in it.

Fixer wants to know, at the same time, was afraid of the answers. I don’t blame her. When she sees the pictures of her mother’s lifeless body in the car, she will lose it for sure, just like

I did.

Should I show Zero? He deserves to know.

Will talk to Simon and Tandy later, before we dig further into this.

We had all gone to bed, lots of information weighing heavily on our minds, when Prez’s bike roared up the driveway, and I raced out the door, not bothering to get dressed; fortunately, I still had my boxers on. I made it down the stairs, three at a time, and found the bodyguards sneaking towards the back door, guns in hand, ready to take whoever it was down.

“Shadow stop.” He looked over his shoulder at me and waited for more.

I take my time, having a shower and getting dressed, and I see no reason to rush downstairs. Fixer will keep me in the loop. If I miss anything.

I am still having trouble pushing the image of my parents out of my head, like I didn’t know they took photos like that. Was this taken by someone close to Fixer’s Grandparents, to forward the information to them? Something more must be happening here. Something we can’t ask her Grandparents about. Wish I had all that information before. Even the club will be happy to get this information; we have always had our doubts. Hopefully, this will clear things up and give them peace.

The smell of bacon frying came from the kitchen, and laughter filled the air. Entering, I find I am the last one to arrive; all the others were busy either cooking, setting the table, or making coffee.

“Moring sleepy head.” Sticks greeted me, and I felt like I was running behind already, when all eyes turned to me.

“Breakfast then talk, Prez wants to sit in on this, we gave him a brief rundown on what Fixer has in her box of tricks,” Tandy said, as Shadow took the coffee pot to the large table. Uncle Simon was putting out the mugs on coasters I didn’t know we had. He pottered around slowly, but got the job done. I like the man; he might come across as fierce, with his cold eyes as they assess everyone and everything, but get him like this, and he’s jovial, cracking jokes, and a totally different person than the one we met at Tandy’s office.

He’s totally cool, even dressed in jeans today, didn’t know he brought clothes with him. But I like this version of him, not so scary.

We ate and laughed; it looked like Prez was fan-worshipping Uncle Simon. He could barely