Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 143

Tank POV

Fixer and Melony came through the side gate, Fixer guiding Melony towards us. Melony had only been at the club grounds once, and then she was mainly in the bar area, where the party was. However, when her eyes found my brother, it was instant. She suddenly left Fixer behind and raced over to Zero, climbing him, like he was a jungle gym and wrapped her legs around his waist, and smothered his face with kisses, till he took control, and changed the peppering of kisses to a deeper, longer one.

Whistles and cat calls echoed around the yard as men took in the sight of Zero having a full-on pash session in the yard.

Fixer walked over to me, a soft smile on her face as she watched Melony with Zero.

“Melony has always been like Jenny, full of drama, but the good kind, hope Zero can keep up with her,” Fixer said before turning her attention to me, and receiving a bruising kiss, my arms wrapped around her, automatically, pulling her close to me, and enjoying the feel of her body melding into mine.

“Hungry? I asked huskily.

“Yeah, I could smell the food at the gate. How’s the security team doing? Are they being fed?” That’s my little lady, always thinking of others.

“They are coming in twos and threes, grabbing a plate and leaving. They appear to be at ease and not at all worried about the pending confrontation. They should have arrived at the gate or close to it.” I replied as I handed her the sauce.

“Yep, Uncle Simon will be over shortly; he will give instructions, or I can, although I have never had to do that before, so you had better be ready to guide me.” She giggled, trying to hide how scared she was.

“We have the jump on them; they won’t be ready for what’s waiting for them at the gate. They were stupid to leave their cuts here.” I placed a juicy steak in a bun and added some sauce and onions Fixer and I sat next to Blaze, Melony, Zero, Prez, and Sticks, who was looking a bit flushed. All this excitement couldn’t be good for Sticks. But she refused to stay home, feeling she had to be seen supporting her club

“Why did they leave their cuts? Was our club’s name that repulsive?” Fixer asked, before she bit into her steak burger, and groaned, like she does when hit that right spot, and that sound had my shaft rising to unwanted attention. I am positive my body was going through puberty again, with all these sudden erections.

“Said to leave them behind, and they would tear off our logo, and put on one they are going to design. Well, they will have to make a whole new cut, because these are ours; they have our club name on them.” Prez growled out, as if the whole idea of pulling off our name and putting someone else’s on was an insult to the club it was made for.

The sound of the bikes arriving at the gate reached us, but none of us moved. We may have looked in the direction of the sound, but that was it; we couldn’t see the gate from here, so looking in that direction had no real point, yet many did.

“Sounds like we are about to get to see our security in action,” Fixer said to no one in particular.

“Yep,” Prez said, and a few heads nodded in agreement, but that didn’t stop us from enjoying our dinner and listening to the jokes that the guys were giving out. Some music was suddenly put on. All was good for a while.

Then the sound of a rifle being used had most standing and looking towards the gate.

Uncle Simon soon came through the side gate and walked casually over to us.

“Any steaks left?” He asked. Prez pointed to the grill. Ne nodded and headed to it, where some were still being cooked. After he filled his plate, he came and joined us.

“Time for some fun. The guys at the gate said not all the riders stopped there; many continued into town. I am going to assume they live in town and didn’t feel the need to stop, or had agreed to meet up tomorrow.” Uncle Simon informed us, which made us smile; they were so sure of themselves that this club would be theirs. They didn’t think this through, didn’t listen to what Prez had said.

By the time Uncle Simon finished his steak, another shot echoed through the air. It was dark now, and our spotlights were on.

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