Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 144

Fixer POV

Melony was over the moon to be going next door for a barbecue; she had no idea what was going down, just that Zero was there and she was ready to spend more time with him. She acted as I expected her to, and Zero was more than happy to have her in his arms. The brothers were the same, both carrying us about, and wanting us on their laps. I wonder if his father was like that with his mum. I mean, does it wear off, or will Tank always be my chair?

The men around the grill were all chatting and laughing; you wouldn’t know that this morning they had a big change in the club, and that change was about to reach our gate.

The meal was great, the men really do know how to cook a juicy steak on the barbecue. Might have to check out the fridges tomorrow and see if they need restocking. I doubt Sticks will be up to it, and I doubt Cricket has kept it full. Cricket liked the idea of power and wielding it, but not the work in the background that comes with that responsibility.

The first rifle shot in the air made the crowd jump a little; they knew about the guns, but hadn’t been prepared for them to be used. The second they didn’t flinch, a few might have looked in the direction from which the noise came, but they didn’t jump or even talk about it. Melony was the only one who needed comforting, and Zero was up for the challenge. This side of club living was scary for her, but she will adapt fast. Zero won’t let her get harmed.

My phone kept vibrating on the table, and each time it was an update on what was happening at the gate. Uncle Simon was getting the same update and responding with instructions. I thanked the team and asked them to continue to keep me posted. I showed Tank an update when I felt it was necessary; some were nothing important, or should I say, I considered them not important enough to share. He can look at them anytime he wants, but so far he not even attempted to pick up my phone and check.

The phone vibrated again. It was dark and getting late; most had started going to bed, since they had work in the morning. I lifted the phone and chuckled at the message.

“What’s going on?” Prez asked when I laughed, and Uncle Simon’s phone buzzed, and he, too, chuckled at what he read.

“All but one man was left at the gate, guess who?” Uncle Simon blurted out and turned his phone to show the video the security guard took of the last man standing, as it were.

Standing, holding onto the gate’s metal frame, shaking it, shouting profanities, and calling Prez all kinds of names was Bruiser, his face red. In the background, all the bags and boxes were gone, even Bruiser’s. He shouted he would stay out here all night till we faced him, and let him in his clubhouse. “He was in for a long night then,” Prez laughed and stood up.

“Bruiser is the only one still at the gate, and has announced he will stay there till we let him in his clubhouse. What do you all say to that?” A few choice words were said, and the middle finger was raised.

“I agree, he was in for a long night.” Prez agreed and sat back down.

‘Uncle Simon, can you tell the security guards that they can sort themselves out, and make a few shifts, to monitor Bruiser, for the night, don’t need them all staying up, to watch one man, make a fool of himself.” I suggested, thinking nothing of asking Uncle Simon to do it.

“No, you need to learn, you contact them, and give the order.” Uncle Simon replied, in that voice that told me I wouldn’t win this argument. So don’t even try.

I shrugged and started to type, sending the leader two quick messages.

“Will do.” Was the response. I watched and waited, but Uncle Simon’s phone didn’t buzz. I half expected them to seek confirmation from him.

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