Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 140

Fixer POV

The evening was a mixture of fun and sadness.

Fun, having Melony join us, wait till Jenny comes home and see her, unless Melony tells her beforehand.

Sad, because of what will go down tomorrow morning, I wonder what those who didn’t vote to remove me will do, would they side with Prez and throw in their cut? It was extreme. I don’t recall having heard of such a thing happening, but who knows? The leadership changes, we never know why, just that it does, so this could be a new precedent.

Tank tossed and turned most of the night, this was eating him alive, and I could do nothing about it, other than feel guilty that it had come to this, if I hadn’t come to the club, and if, and if, and if, yeah, the lots of what if’s, but can’t change it, but that doesn’t stop the guilt factor, that comes with it.

Morning came, and I was sluggish,

“Morning, sorry I can’t join you for your first meeting with the grandparents, but I have spoken to Uncle Simon, and he will go with you and help you, be the backup, on my behalf. I believe he already knows them; that should ease your mind, knowing that if you get stuck, he can pull you out.” We were in the showers, and Tank was washing my back, as he tried to give me some moral support, when I felt it should be the other way round.

“I am sorry for bringing all this on you.” I hiccupped out, trying to keep the emotions out, tell that to my throat that was closing up, and my eyes that were threatening tears. The last thing Tank needed right now was a blubbering mess on his hands.

“Hey, you have done nothing wrong; this was brewing long before you came. The only difference was that you called Cricket out on her BS, while Sticks just put up with it. I highly doubt she was even pregnant, and saying she lost it at camp was convenient when Bruiser went to play with her body, and she had blood. She put on the tears, and the acting was great, even you fell for it, giving her the shoulder to cry on. She stabbed you in the back for being supportive. Not your fault, she has issues.” Tank rubbed my back and tried to make me feel better. I wanted to cancel the meeting with the grandparents, but Tank wouldn’t let me.

Breakfast was quieter than normal; no one was cooking today, and cereal, toast, and whatever you wanted on it. No one felt like doing much.

Melony left for work after I had her hand scanned into the system, and Zero showed her where to park moving forward.

I saw Tank and the others off for next door. Tandy was staying to oversee the work here and to do some work on his computer; his job doesn’t stop. He had no clients today, so he could work remotely.

The sound of the helicopter arriving had Uncle Simon rushing me out the door. I had never been in a helicopter, and was unsure what to expect. It was noisy, so I needed headsets. I was told it was to communicate, but it was noise-cancelling, and without the headset, the noise was loud, and I wouldn’t be able to hear Uncle Simon sitting next to me, even when shouting.

The ground became distant, and below looked like a diorama, with small buildings and vehicles moving along grey lines on the ground, the roads snaking across the countryside; the rivers were easy to follow, shiny reflections of the sun, that weaved in and out of sight. From here, it was so beautiful, and worrying about flying disappeared; I felt like I was sitting in a lounge chair, watching below as if it were on a screen. I can see myself using the helicopter often, not scary at all.

“See that large house, that’s our destination.” House? How can he call that a house?

The place was a very large mansion, with green, lush lawns in contrast to the forest that surrounded it; it was impossible to miss from the air. It reeked of money and quality, and I was already worried about how the inside might look. My mind thought of white carpets, chandeliers, a long, spiralling staircase, and I would be worried about breaking something that was so old and expensive.

Landing was quick and smooth, much better than on an airplane.

Uncle Simon turned to me, removed my headset, hung them up on a hook next to his, climbed out, came to my side, and helped me out of the helicopter, pushing down on my head to keep me away from the rotor blades.

Once away from the rotor blades, he walked with his hand on my lower back, guiding me in the direction of the home. As we headed down the pathway, a group of people rushed out, formed a line in front of a large door, and bowed as we walked by. Uncle Simon chuckled at the sudden arrival, where my throat suddenly went dry, and swallowing did little to moisten it.

“They are out to impress.” He joked as a well-dressed couple came out and waited by the door. It looked like they were dressed for a party, but Uncle Simon whispered his assurance that this was their everyday attire, which cost more than my year’s salary at the bike shop.

“Zaria, welcome, and Simon, I didn’t expect you to be with her. Where’s Tank?” Gramps queried as we got closer, his eyes darting between the two of us and looking behind us. “He had business to attend, sends his apologies and hopes to catch up another day soon.”

Uncle Simon replied with a smile

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