Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 119

Tank POV

Breakfast was the best start I could ask for to begin a day.

Uncle Simon and Tandy had us in stitches as they recounted some of their childhood escapades; they made mine look dull. Even the bodyguards were relaxed and joined in, but we all knew what was to come, and eventually the inevitable began.

Fixer, by name, Fixer by nature, my little lady had a mind that didn’t stop working, trying to find ways to make things easier, simpler. That was how she came up with the idea of sharing the scrapbook so we could all see it, at the same time, and discuss it.

I was better prepared for the pictures this time. I had nightmares of these pictures last night. I almost phoned my brother to come and look at them, but his temper was worse than mine, and if we somehow found out who did this, he would be out that door so fast, he wouldn’t care for the consequences, only focused on revenge and justice.

That was his kind of justice, eye for an eye.

The screen lit up, in full color, every detail clear. It was heartbreaking to see the lifeless, mangled bodies. The only consolation was that they wouldn’t have felt a thing, and it all happened too fast for them to panic or react. That thought gave me some satisfaction and peace of mind. I would have hated to think they lay there on the unforgiving ground, in pain till death claimed them. They also died together, at the same time, and in a way, I guess Dad would have wanted it that way; he wouldn’t want his wife to suffer any more than Mum would want that for Dad.

We discussed each picture, breaking it down, checking every part of the scene, the skid marks, the angles of the vehicles, hunting for clues that something was wrong. Anything, but it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. I couldn’t see anything out of place, aside from the carnage, which would be what you would expect. No magic sign pointing to a cut break line, or wheel nuts removed.

Then, about ten pictures in, one from a different angle showing her mother’s car, Fixer jumped up, pacing the floor, shouting obscenities, worse than any I had heard from her mouth, and I had heard quite a few. She stamped her feet, screamed, tears running down her face as she paced in the small area between the chair and the table. She thumped her sides, lifted her head, and screamed at the wall. Like it was at fault for the way she was feeling.

All of us were in shock at this sudden outburst, which was just sitting staring at her.

Shaking my head to clear it, I jumped up and wrapped my arms around her, trying to calm her down, but it was as hard as stopping the tide from coming in. Holding tight against my chest, afraid she was going to hurt herself.

“If you can’t speak, then show me what has got you so worked up?” I asked softly, the room watching me, confusion on their faces, looking between us and the screen, trying to see what Fixer had seen, which had gotten her so worked up.

She pushed herself out of my arms, calmer but still a mess of quiet rage.

Walked to the screen and pointed at a bush, and it took a moment before it became clearer, and I saw beyond the foliage, a face peering out of the bushes, watching, but not hidden. enough for my little lady not spot him. I have been so focused on the carnage that I failed to look around. Failed to consider that someone would be watching. That was so sick. No, that’s beyond sick. Was he the instigator who made sure the job was done and that she didn’t live?

Uncle Simon and Tandy both yelled out obscenities; the place was filled with words no child should ever hear. Jenny was on her feet so fast, and holding onto Fixer as if her life depended on it, tears falling from her face, Blaze looked lost, unsure what to do, he didn’t know that face, neither did the bodyguards, Sticks was unsure, but Prez had stood and started to pace, not saying a word, that was our man, he was the quiet thinker, not giving any hint what was on his mind.

“Fixer, are you okay? What do you want to happen here?” Jenny asked Fixer softly, and Uncle Simon jumped in with a warning to us not to go rushing to his place, guns a-blazing. There had to be more than what we knew so far. We needed a plan to take him down.

“Grab that whole family and send them to the cells,” Fixer growled out, cells?

The pictures from the accident were done; we moved to the newspaper clippings, the explanation given, and then the reports that Grandma had managed to gather. The story was completely different from what was reported. The autopsy reports showed no one was drunk or had drugs in their system. Yet the newspaper reported that the truck driver had drugs in his system, and had been driving for over fourteen hours, all lies. Need to find out where all that information came from.

Maybe fresh eyes will get us somewhere, and if need be, private justice, he’s not the only one who can stage a car accident.

I hope Uncle Simon had the connection and power to get the real answers on this.

“I agree with you, Fixer, we need to bring him in, the whole family if we need to. I hear next door has some nice, well-used cells, too. Can we use them instead of here? It might scare them more to be in your cells, with scary bikers around, than in a luxurious home. Mind you, no one would believe you if you said you were in a cell here.” Tandy suggested, getting more and more agitated by the pictures.

“Loved to share them with you, let’s make a plan,” Prez said softly. We have some archives that you both might wish to see, as well as some footage from the news and some people we discreetly interviewed.

“Prez, don’t forget we have that trip in a few weeks’ time, visiting the Jones turf.” I remind him, feeling a little guilty for having to, when this was so important.

“What’s that?” Uncle Simon asked, looking between Prez and me.

“We have had a small altercation with the Jones gang. We are waiting for our men to be fully healed, and then we will go and give them a small visit. Give them the same treatment they gave us, but we don’t intend to let any of our own die.” Prez calmly replied, and I watched as Fixer’s head darted to me, hurt in her eyes, a look I had hoped I would never see.