Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 135

Tank POV

Fixer was doing great until those photos, and she lost her temper. The guys were stunned to say the least, and waited for her to finish her diatribe.

When Bruiser said for her to leave, I wanted to get up and punch him in the nose and rush out to comfort her. She had to be mad, hurt, and angry at the brutal way she was dismissed. But I had to stay; the look I got from Prez told me he would sort this out after the meeting.

I received a text from Pins, saying a Fixer was upset and that something was happening with her workshop. I couldn’t leave or text back, then I received another one from Uncle Simon, they were moving all her gear off this property, and into hers. That answered the question that Pins left me with. My little lady was beyond pissed.

The meeting went on and on, I felt we were going in circles, do we raid, or don’t we? The same arguments, and a lot of blame on Fixer simply because she was raised by them, and talk of kicking her out. But kicking them out would kick me out, and the way I am feeling, that wouldn’t hurt me as much as I thought it would. I have grown up here, in this group, but if my time was done, so be it; even Zero, who hadn’t seen what was going on, appeared shocked at some of the suggestions being bandied around.

“Let’s vote then. Fixer leaves. Raise your hand.” More than half the men raised their hands.

“Then, Tank, you need to let Fixer know she was out of the club,” Bruiser announced.

I stood up and looked at the Prez.

“You agree to this?” I asked, keeping my voice calm, and some of the anger seeped through.

“The majority has voted, you know the rules.” He replied.

“She goes, I go. Thanks for nothing.” I turned and walked out. This was BS. They had lost someone very important who could help this club. I threw my cut at Bruiser.

“You can pick up Fixer’s cut when you come to her home tonight, and think long and hard if you want to stay there. Because things are not the same now.” I spat back to my now ex-Prez. My anger and hurt were overflowing. Prez let this happen; he let Bruiser railroad the men to vote the way he wanted. Did he want me gone so bad? Did he want the VP patch? They can have it. I am going to work hard to get answers for the death of my parents, and help Fixer, and forget the club, they have had enough of my life, and if they thought after all those years of loyalty was going to me stay and have my wife out, forget it, club always was supposed to come first, but not like this, it’s lost it’s focus, and me along with it.

This was Bruiser’s answer to protecting Cricket and making her happy. This sucks, big time. I have just lost the only life I knew.

Fixer came out and met me at the garage.

I turned off the bike, placed my lid on the mirror, lifted my leg over, leaned on the seat, and opened my arms. She walked in and held me, not saying a word. I don’t know if she had been told, or had picked up, that I needed her to hold me, to feel something real, because at the moment, I am having difficulty with what just happened being real.

“They kicked you out.” I moaned into her hair.

“I know.” She replied softly.

“I threw my cut at them, in disgust.” I almost cried.

“I know.” She held me tighter, kissing my neck, soothing me.

“I lost the only family I had ever known.”

“Yeah, but you have a new family, Uncle Simon, Tandy, and me.” She replied between kisses.

“How do you know?” I asked when she already knew it all.

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