Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 126

Maxine/Fixer POV

Remembering how I found grandpa that day had me in tears again. I tried to control them, but Tank’s hand landed on my thigh more or less telling me I didn’t hide it very well, It was an emotional time, with very little support, if it wasn’t for Tandy and Jenny, I would have given up, and joined the homeless, they welcomed me, and then getting that apprentince job, save my life, getting me out of my slump, and giving me something to concentrate on, Grandpa taught me a lot, and I was able to focus on that, forgetting the world around me that tended to take all those I loved away from me with a snap of a finger.

“Come, let’s clean up and go have some fun; we had enough dullness for one day.” Uncle Simon announced as he stood to start clearing the table.

“Sticks and I can clean up, you three cooked, take a break.” Sticks didn’t look like she appreciated being thrown under that bus, but Blaze started helping clean up, and so did Prez; she couldn’t argue. I saw Tank do a double-take as Prez got up to help clean. He shook his head, as if he was clearing it, and watched Prez leave with some empty plates.

“Never thought I would live to see the day when Prez cleared a table,” he said under his breath, but I was close enough to hear him.

“He’s not that bad; he just had too much on his plate. Once he delegates, he will be human again,” I replied with a chuckle, not that I had known him to be anything but a grumpy bum.

Tank wrapped me in his arms, from behind, and walked with me, step by step, his head on my shoulder, and we sort of marched, he was blowing and nibbling my ear, as we reached the lounge, where he promptly picked me up and sat me on his lap, nuzzling my neck, making me squirm and giggle, because his beard tickled. He was making my lady parts cry out with need, and a promise of what might come later tonight, I would be taking him up on that, if what he was hinting at was a prelude to some lovemaking. The bulge I was sitting on was evidence that he, too, was enjoying what he was doing, and maybe I was on his lap to hide the evidence.

“We can look at those photo albums we didn’t look at last night if you like. I would prefer to go over what we collected from the bank when it’s just us, so we can concentrate clearly.

but There’s a lot to digest, plus the rest of that letter. I feel there will be some hard things coming up, and we need to be alone, so I can help you through the pain it will cause. Not just you, me too.” Uncle Simon said before the others entered the lounge that, having completed the kitchen cleanup, it wouldn’t have taken long. We had already cleaned up the pots as we finished with them.

“What’s the plan? Games? Movie? Or more talking?” Jenny asked as she walked in, removing the somber mood I was starting to fall into, because Uncle Simon was discussing that letter, something I was not ready to face. Even Tank’s bulge has reduced, as Uncle Simon started talking about the letter and the bank contents. Reality of what was yet to be covered was not something even he was ready for. We still had so much more to work through, to learn, and I hope that Tank will have time to be with me each step of the way. I know the club comes first; I have never doubted that, but I hoped that, with the changes in my life, he would have more time for me and not desert me at my hour of need. That was my worst fear: that he would have to choose between his club and me, giving him an impossible choice, dividing his loyalty, and tearing us apart. All my life, something or someone has always shown up to take away the help, making it out of reach when I needed it most, leaving me alone to crawl through life as best I could.

“Sounds like a plan, let’s put the sadness away for tonight, and have some fun.” Sticks clapped her hands like an excited child, and my stomach plummeted, because I had no clue what she would consider fun. Compared to me, I would be happy to spend time working on a bike, or maybe finish Tank’s tattoo and do mine.

Deciding before they mentioned what they wanted to do, I leaned back and whispered to Tank.

“Want to finish that tattoo while they have fun.” I didn’t want to have fun, not yet; I had too much to accomplish or finish.

“You sure? I love that to be finished.” Tank kissed my nose, encouraging me to do what I wanted.

“Okay, let me up, I’ll go get my portable kit, and some ink. We can get the outline finished; we can do it right in this room, that way we are here and sort of joining.

I got up and headed upstairs to my room. I had a small kit up there that I used to use when on the streets. It’s not the high-quality machines I had shipped, but it does the job and leaves the tattoo with a rustic look, which is what I wanted for our tattoo. Something no tattoo parlour can create, to me, it was a tattoo of the streets, a unique look. No perfect lines, giving the tattoo, that look, that to me catches your eyes,

I heard Sticks calling out. “Where are you going?”

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