Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 121

Tank POV

Uncle Simon shocked me when I entered the kitchen; he had removed at least thirty years from his face, his body, and his hair. He was full of energy, and his energy filled the room, without even trying; it was all natural, or years of cultivating. He might still be old, but he was no longer wearing a feeble disguise, and I prefer this more vibrant version of him. I found it hard to believe he was as slow and dried out as he claimed to be.

It feels like the quiet before a storm, or maybe in the eye of the storm, with chaos looming all around us.
Fixer, my sweet little lady, was the center of my world at the moment, with me circling around her, waiting for something to happen. She had blown my world apart in more ways than one. The information her family had been hiding, waiting for her to open and act on, was mind-blowing. Prez was rushing to get the things suggested started in earnest, Uncle Simon and Tandy are pulling in favors, and working in areas no one could dream of. While I am assigned to be her bodyguard, although I won’t be telling her that.

Prez and I had a little quiet discussion, the day before, as he called it, I called it an argument, as much as I know a lot of club work has to come first, my lady comes above some of what he was trying to push onto me, a lot of other members can do it just as well as me. I won because he, too, would put his lady first, and that baby that was getting closer to being born, first, only the more urgent tasks should be done. I had convinced him to delegate more, stop trying to be the whole club, use them, they need to feel needed, and be part of the work on club matters, too. It took a bit of shouting back and forth, and then I went deadly calm, like I see Fixer go when she’s very angry. I quieted my voice, took the anger out of it, and spoke in a low, authoritative voice. This change made Prez stop and stare at me, as if assessing me, and seeing me for the first time, since we started to argue, to actually listen to what I had to say.

“No, not happening, and when that baby is born, and you suddenly can’t do everything like you have been, locked away in that room, trying to be everything, you will burn out, and end up sick, not able to do anything. Then you might remember today, and my words, as you lie in bed, unable to perform, or hold your child, because you were too stubborn or afraid to let others in.” I had stormed out after saying those words and went to find Fixer. She has a way of calming me, like no other. Just holding her in my arms brings me peace.

Today was better. Prez was more interactive and shocked by some of the revelations. like the people in the other cars, we all have been focused on our own families, we failed to look at the other two vehicle occupants, more to do with thinking they were innocent victims, caughtup in this accident, collateral damage, as I am told it was called, but the if the girl was part of the Jones gang, who else was, and did Barry manage to sway them into blaming us for it all, but how would they believe we would kill four of our own, just for his gang, no! I feel I am still missing something here.

Prez took the others with him, he gave me the nod, and I assumed he would delegate some work. I hope he does, that will reduce a lot of problems, like how Sticks and Cricket had been feeling. My little lady, when cornered or reaches the end of her rope, will fight back, but Sticks and Cricket don’t, and now with Jenny included, in some small way, she too will be like Fixer, and buck up, if it doesn’t sound right. I am glad Jenny was here, but will keep an eye on her, she was the only one that can twist Fixer around her little finger, and I intend to monitor what she does, I don’t think Fixer even sees it, or if she does, was indulging her for now, it hard to tell, without asking, and I don’t want to cause an issue, not when there was so much tension in the air, over all these findings.
I sang in my head the tunes on the radio, trying not think about those pictures that are burned in my skull.

I see them when I close my eyes, and I bet they will visit me in my dreams for months to come. Knowing and seeing are two different things. I knew my parents died in an accident, but to see the graphic pictures, taken before paramedics or coroners could cover them up, was horrifying. I am still debating whether Zero should see them. I am torn, because he has the right to see them, as do most of the club members, but was it the best thing to do for everyone? I might have to speak with Prez and give it a vote.
We arrived at the bank, and Fixer and I entered first. No one paid much attention, but when Uncle Simon walked in behind us and guided us in the right direction, the manager came rushing out of his office, and he virtually pushed us aside so he could bow and verbally lick Uncle Simon’s boots.

“Nice to meet you. Sir, are you here for your box too?” The manager turned back to Uncle Simon and continued as before. We were still not that high on the worship list until Uncle Simon named the two boxes we required and asked Fixer to sign some documents that Tandy had left here so she could work remotely on her bank accounts.
“You are Zaria?” He asked, turning a sickly pale.

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