Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 136

Maxine/Fixer POV

After the workshop was set up the way I wanted it, I thanked the men and went to my room to shower.

I took my time, shaving my legs and armpits, thinking about what happened, and I was no longer upset, too much had happened to me over the years to stay upset, and I still had a long why to go, I no longer needed the club, as far as support went, I had gone through the hurt, and came out the other side, as long as I have Tank by my side, I can be like the other girls and just be a member, no longer the other burden. No more being a strong arm. Just Tank’s ole lady.

While putting cream on my legs, I thought about my tattoo and decided to finish it now.

I set the mirrors up and started. I used the same design as I had with Tank, but the only part missing was the club logo on the base; I left that blank. Still up in the air about that, but Tank should be on my skin, even if things go sour; he was my first, and deserved to be with me always. He had done nothing wrong.

Then I started to get updates from Zero, about what was going down, the voting me out, and I could imagine how Tanks was feeling at the moment.

How do I feel about being outed?

I don’t really care; I’m used to being rejected.

But Tank?

He will feel lost and devastated that his family outed me, and he had to choose between the club and me, with whom he had grown up. He had never been in this situation before, where he was split in two. Divided loyalties are hard to deal with.

Could he keep going next door, acting happy, when he had to leave me behind each time, and never go on runs again?

I feel special that he chose me. I wouldn’t have blamed him if he’d stuck with the club and I’d become the next-door neighbour.

I heard his bike arriving, not long after I had finished my Tattoo.

Raced downstairs to greet him at the garage.

He needed me.

I could see it in his eyes, the moment he took off his helmet and placed it on the mirror with care.

Then opened his arms to me, with pleading eyes.

How could I not run to them and give him what little comfort I could, as his heart was being torn to pieces, but those he thought were family, friends, comrades, fellow bike riders. It would have been like he was being stabbed in the back.

“Forgive me,” I said softly into his neck.

“For what?” Tank asked, nibbling my ear.

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