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.

“You okay, bro?” Zero asked softly. Tapping him on the shoulder.

“Sure. You’re going to move in here with us; this is our place now.” Tank replied, keeping his tone light.

“If I am invited, I would love to come live here, it’s close if needed next door, yet that security to get in, insane.” They bantered for a bit longer, helping set up the table, taking out the roast, vegetables, and trimmings, and they stayed away from club talk.

“You are looking good, Zero. If anything, you gained a few inches.” I didn’t call it fat because it was all muscle from what I could see. His shirt was tight across his chest, and his arms were bigger than tree trunks. He was getting closer to Tank’s size, although Tank was a couple of inches taller.

“Hey, Sticks, sleep okay?” I asked as she entered, and Prez pulled out a chair for her.

“Yes, thank you, this looks and smells good. Should have called me down, I would have helped.” She pouted.

“I know you would have, but then I wouldn’t be able to get these guys working in the kitchen, and believe me, you need to taste Tandy’s sauce, and the potatoes and roast were all Uncle Simon.” I giggled as I got a clip behind the head.

“What about that dessert you slaved over?” Uncle Simon admonished me.

“Geez, remind me not to sit next to you again,” I replied, rubbing the back of my head, as if it hurt.