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.

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