Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 141

Tank POV

Fixer was nervous, and I felt guilty not going with her, but I felt supporting Prez now was vital, a vital part of something big, a change was on the way. We have been through thick and thin, most of our lives, having been brought up in the club, as brothers, brought companies together, made changes as a trio, I needed to be with him now, the silent partner, that paid when asked, so was Fixer, but we never knew this, until now, so we have to support her, the name on the signatures was always Zaria, so we never joined the dots.

Bruiser had been part of our group growing up, but we never brought him into the business side of things. He was a boy who lost his Dad on the road and became one of the club’s orphans. As much as Bruiser was one of us in that sense, he was always trying to prove himself, to be better than us, and I am glad we never brought him into the business side.

The helicopter arrived. As we pulled up at the clubhouse, I managed to place parts of the baby in my truck before stopping to watch it in the sky, whispering to it as it disappeared.

“Good luck, my little lady, stay strong, and be yourself.” I was choked up as I watched her disappear with me at her side on such a big day, and all I could do was send her my love.

Prez was shouting orders in the clubhouse. I could hear him calling others to come to the meeting. I took that as my cue to go to the back area, where the meeting will be held, too many to cram into the clubhouse. I leaned against a tree, next to Zero and Blaze, as the men jostled for position, which they considered important.

“Yesterday, in our meeting, Bruiser found the need to kick Fixer out of the club, a vote had her removed, and Tank, of course, left with her. Now Bruiser wants my job. If you agree with Bruiser, go stand on the left; you want me to stay, come to the right.” Prez said, and we waited, watching everyone moving around. Too many moved to the left for my liking, nearly half of who was here.

“Fine, you on the left consider Bruiser as your Prez.” Prez walked over to us and waited for the crowd to make sense of what just happened. Prez didn’t quit; he just said that Bruiser was the leader of half the clubs’ members.

“There are still another hundred not yet accounted for at this meeting. We shall send out a message to those advising them of the change of leadership.” Bruiser started, named his VP and enforcer, and made new decisions, while the group on the right sat quietly and confused, looking at Prez for guidance, which was: have to wait till this shit show was over.

“Let’s change our name, never liked this one.” They talked about the new name, and it was interesting to hear some of the suggestions. The group was excited, talking all at once, not considering what was happening, the bigger picture. It was not as simple as they made it out to be, and they will find that out soon.

Prez, Zero, Blaze, and I moved to stand in front of the men, ensuring we could be seen by our loyal team, which was actually larger than the one on the left, but those on the left failed to notice; they were outnumbered. Too engrossed in making changes to their liking, to see what could really be happening around them.

We stood, our arms folded, blank faces, as we watched the show, biding our time, our group watched and waited for us to make a move or say something. We weren’t going to show our hand till the time was right. What was disappointing was how many had wanted a change. I noticed none of the noms joined the left; all were on the right. We are who they want to join, and that made me feel a little better. It was too much fun watching them be idiots, not knowing what Prez, Zero,

Blaze, Fixer, and I planned to do.

“Let’s go for a ride, as a newly formed leadership, grow our bond as a team, together, on the road.”

Someone shouted out, and the agreement happened.

“Let’s ride.” Another called out.

“Leave your cuts here, we don’t need to ride under the old name, we’ll get them changed when we return,” Bruiser shouted out, as he took off his cut, and threw it on the ground, others reluctantly joined in, some hesitant to remove the cut, and what it meant, where others couldn’t get it off fast enough.

So, there are some still on the fence and going because their mates are.

Interesting.

The roar of bikes starting up and leaving was our cue.

“Tandy, the split as we thought, they have gone on the ride, which was not expected, but good for us, and aid for our plan to go smoothly. Can organise the security armed and over here, before dark, as discussed. Thanks.” I hung up the phone.

“Guys, we are still the club, and this is our clubhouse; nothing has changed. We lost some members today, but with this split, we can see who was loyal and who wasn’t. To see so many leave was disappointing.” Prez started talking to the group.

“What now, Prez?” One of the noms asked, looking worried, but happy to voice the question that no one else had.

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