Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 125

Tank POV

It feels and smells like I am in a family restaurant; the table setting is the best: China and silver cutlery, all polished and shiny. Fixer had folded a napkin around the utensils, making them look pretty. Glasses for drinks sparkling in the light, even put a vase of flowers in the center, to add some color, it was perfect. We all dug in, and Fixer made sure the bodyguards knew they were family and to dig in, too. Their surprised faces made me smile as they looked between Fixer and Uncle Simon, seeking their boss’s approval. Uncle Simon gave Fixer a smile of appreciation. She didn’t stand on ceremony here; you sit at her table, you eat, everyone is equal.

Prez started the room talking. Hearing that Barry was becoming jumpy was good news; his actions showed he had been up to no good, and he most likely was wondering what that caller knew and what it was about. He had made many enemies over the years and broken many laws in the process.

“The women are too comfortable, nothing on their phone tap?” Uncle Simon asked, between bites.

“Nope. Sheile talking about her girls group, fundraisers, and Zoey, about some guys she was screwing the other day, and how much better he was than her husband.” I almost spat my mouthful out across the table.

“Sounds like Zoey, didn’t think she could stay faithful, until she finds someone she loves, if she was even capable of that, she will continue to bed the full football team, so to speak.” Fixer made it sound like that was all Zoey was good for, a quick romp in the hay, that’s a sad life, sooner or later, her so called beauty, will wrinkle and fad, and she will become as twisted and lonely as Sheila, she might appear to be happy with Barry, but you can see the cracks in the group, not so loving behind closed doors.

“Let me get this family right, correct me if I am wrong.” Sticks start, gaining our attention to her.

“Uncle Simon and your grandmother are twins?” She started staring at Fixer.

“Correct.”

“Your grandmother had your mother, Amaya, and also raised your best friend’s girl, who was Sheila.” She continued to stare at Fixer, as if willing her to tell her she was wrong.

“Sheila ran away from home when she learned that she was not their daughter. At what did you say? Sixteen?”

“Correct, as far as I know, we have investigators looking into the Sheila, Zoey connection.”

“But isn’t Zoey Sheila and Barry’s daughter?” She asked, frowning.

“I thought he died some other way; we were told differently,” Jenny said, looking perplexed.

“There were a number of stories going around, no one believed me, so I kept quiet, and gathered all I could of the evidence. Some of the stories were so far-fetched, but they served their purpose: to hide what really happened and confuse everyone. Sheila and Barry were pissed off when they got nothing from his will; it all went to me. They tried to contest, but Tandy stepped in and squashed all attempts. He saved me a few times over the years, now I know why, he had a lot of my life in his hands.” Fixer still had a wet cheek and refused to wipe the tears away.

“Onto other matters. The investigation regarding the accident is underway, have some good men on it. I have also organised for the paperwork in the club archives to be gathered, and tomorrow I will bring it over here so we can correlate our information. We have four club members who need justice, and if this accident had anything to do with the Jones gang, setting their club alight won’t be enough.” Prez continued with a bit more aggression in his voice, as his anger over the whole incident surfaced, before he could push it back down.

“Good, I am staying here for the foreseeable future, Fixer has agreed to allow me to make this my home base, and move in, once we get the heliport up and running, I will be able to move about more freely, plus with me living here, it will hide the fact that it belongs to Fixer, my status in the community and in the elite world, helps the illusion, they would make that assumption easily, only us here at the table, know any different. It’d better stay that way, while we get ourselves established, and Fixer more settled in her life changes.” Uncle Simon said to the room, looking at each one, with that cold stare he had perfected. Even I had a chill run down my back when his eyes met mine.

“It’s okay, Uncle Simon.” She patted his hand and smiled up at him. His eyes softened as he looked at her and nodded.

“Talking about changes, that truck will be here tomorrow, and start on the bunkhouse, also, have a guy arriving later tomorrow, with the approval for the heliport and hangar, we will have that started before the end of the week, helicopters can land out in the field, but having a designated area would be safe for all concerned, and a hanger for the helicopter a must. We are including a room for the pilot, a friend of mine, who will act as a bodyguard when here and not flying, a dual job. He flew in missions and has a lot of under-fire experience, not that I am expecting any of that.” Uncle Simon said the last with a chuckle.