Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 148

Fixer POV

On the screen before me was a recording of what went down at the gate. The returning members had stopped and were looking shocked at the pile of belongings outside the gate. It was chaos, and it had both Tandy and Uncle Simon in tears of laughter.

The first to arrive tried to get to the gate.

‘Move on, sir.’ The head security man was demanding. Rifles were aimed at those too close to the gate.

‘This is our club, you can’t do this,” a voice called out, as he sorted through the piles for his ‘belongings.

‘You are not wearing anything that resembles this club. Move on, Sir.’ It was the same mantra from our side of the gate.

‘We belong in there, open the gates.’ Four guys moved to the gates and grabbed hold, shaking it, and the first shot was fired into the air. Causing them all to turn and look, the four stepped back, hands in the air in surrender.

‘Why are you here and armed?’ Angry voices were calling out, but none would touch the gate; those rifles aimed at them were enough deterrent.

“Bruiser, what’s going on? You said the club was ours now; they didn’t fight the prez change.” Angry voices all shouting at once.

Cricket pushes to the front.

‘I demand to see Prez! Cricket shouts out, yet Bruiser had said nothing, just stared in shock, for a long time, as the members around him jostled him, about, blaming him and Cricket for what had happened.

“She still called the Prez, Prez, that says a lot, doesn’t it. This is the best morning show yet.” Tandy is chuckling.

“The guys are going to love this when they come back from the meeting. Glad they didn’t see this before, they might have felt sorry for them.” I say, knowing deep down, Tank has a soft heart.

‘Move away from the gate, ma’am,’ the security leader demanded in a low growl.

‘This is our club, I demand you let us in.’ Cricket demanded again, stamping her foot on the ground like a five-year-old, but received only an emotionless, blank, bored look. So she changed tactics, one I had seen her use on Bruiser and other men to get what she wanted.

‘What’s your name? Handsome. Maybe we can come to some arrangement.’ She purred, getting closer to the gate, making suggestive moves. The second gunshot was fired into the air. Caused Cricket to move back, fast, her face in fear and shock.

What made me sad was the look on Bruiser’s face.

Bruisers face said it all, that little act she just pulled he recognised it immediately, it was a look of a man who just saw he had been played, and didn’t like it. His face slowly morphed into hurt, then hate, and, lastly, regret. He knew he had been played, and it hurt because he cared about Cricket, but that show showed him he was nothing but a tool to get what she wanted.

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