Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 15

Tank POV

“Get her here, no matter what it takes, you dig me?” The Prez demanded, as we talked about Maxine, that I, like, argue he’s wrong, and he told me he doesn’t give a damn what I think, but she had to come and live here.

“Why, she needs to make that decision herself, she’s not the sort of girl you push around, like the other hoes that visit.’ I spat back, not liking this bossing around. He’s my Prez, and I usually don’t question him, but he’s putting pressure on me about a girl I happen to like, and I feel forcing her to do something against her will would eventually backfire.

“Alright, Alright, word has been whispered in my focking ear, that her ex and sister are planning a little surprise in an effort to make her leave town, and I want her here where we can better protect her.” He grumbled back so low I almost missed it.

“What the Fock, why didn’t you lead with that?” I spat at him, my temper rising, and I am unsure if I am angry because of what he said, or because he held it back, or because he didn’t want to tell me in the first place. I had a right to know, just as Maxine does.

“Because you are reacting exactly the way I thought you would, and it would be best if Maxine didn’t hear about it.” He countered back, still calm and calculating, which was raising my dander even further.

“Pigs can fly, there’s no focking way I am keeping that from her; she has a right to know.” I was ready to punch my Prez for the first time in my life.

“I don’t know where that bit of news came from. Someone knows about her life, and whoever that is, could have said something, and ears that should not have been listening might have decided the way to get rid of her was to lie about the family and what they were going to do.” He was not who making sense. How could he react if it wasn’t true? He had always been a person investigated, heard all sides before reacting.

“What aren’t you telling me?” I had calmed down a little bit and was thinking this through. Trying to make sense of it, and balance it out on what I do know about Maxine and her charming family.

“The person who told me was your brother. He heard the girls talking about something one of them had heard while at the shops, but the girls who were talking were not the ones I would trust. The info was correct, but he thought I should know about it. You know him, he rarely speaks about what he hears.”

“Who were the girls?” I asked, This is getting crazier by the minute.

“Pixi, and her minions.” He leaned forward to gauge my reaction.

“Figured that turd needs banning. She has been causing trouble for months now. I am surprised you hadn’t.” I say, shrugging, What could I say? She was at the bottom of the barrel, came from another club, where she was in trouble, but we didn’t know that at the time. We were worried she was a spy, and she had nothing to disprove that thought, but I don’t like the scrag; she brings the tone of the other ladies who come for a good time, a bad name.

“Agreed, was talking to bruiser the other day about her at the little group she had been forming, time to move her along. Alice was better than that chick, but we banned her day one. I think we gave this one the benefit of the doubt, because she already knew the rules and life.” I could see that there was more going on, but that was not my worry. I am just a patch; the workings of the boss and his trusted few are not mine to question, but I will put my two cents in when I can. I pick and choose those moments.

I am dismissed, with a nod to the door.

I leave wondering how my life was changing, how by my emerging attraction and partial claiming had the Prez acting like I had already put a cut on her..

“Bro, you getting soft?” My brother had said earlier, this morning, while Maxine was in with the

Prez.

“What?” I barked back, flexing my biceps.

“No, not that, stupid, the woman, you gone soft. Never thought I would see my big bro soft over a woman, you’ve been so hard for years.” He grinned at me, hitting my shoulder good-naturedly.

I knew what he meant. I rarely let a woman near me touch me, I haven’t given them a reason to think I’m interested; if the plonk is on my lap, I throw them off. Not interested. But Maxine was different; she made me feel, and that was new to me, and I wanted to investigate it.

“Talking about gone soft, what’s this I heard you sharing gossip?” I probed back, giving him a look that said I wasn’t the only one changing.

“You know how I feel about that scrag, and if I had my way, we would never have her around. She’s toxic, makes the rest look like angels. When I heard her latest, I knew she was jealous and trying to get rid of her. Before she even went into the club, she didn’t know that Max had been part of us for years. But thought I’d share it with the Prez, just in case there was some small truth in her spiteful comment.” He would have beaten the woman black and blue if we treated women like that, but both my brother Zero and I have never hit a woman, and don’t plan on doing that any time soon. Throwing them off your lap and causing them to fall was different from physically raising a fist.

“You and me both, I just left the Prez, telling him the same, get rid of her, before she claims someone was going to be a daddy, I wouldn’t put it past her to do it.” Zero cringed at the idea but nodded in agreement. Some of these girls will try anything to be given a cut. Still, they never will; they might not remember all the rules. Still, one of those rules was that if a recognised unclaimed woman announced a baby, the baby would be DNA’d to find out who the dad was, then claim the child as club property; plenty of claimed women about that would care for the child, till it was old enough to become inducted in. Don’t know how other clubs handle that, but we don’t accept having to claim a scrag just because she got knocked up.

“You bringing Max in?” He asked as we walked towards the kitchen. I liked that he gave her a shortened name; I have been thinking along those lines, too.

“Yeah, Prez ordered me to bring her in. I am hoping she will accept it and not give me too much grief.” We entered the kitchen and grabbed a coffee, waiting for Max to return. I had seen her go down the hall to the Prez’s office. Knowing her, she will want a coffee after she catches up with him. My bladder tells me I am not waiting, and I head to the can, returning to find Max drinking coffee.

Zero and some of the lads came with us, moved her gear. One of the guys had asked if he could live there; he got a woman now and was ready to find a place for them. Most people lived away from the clubhouse. Prez agreed even before Max knew she was moving out.

On the way back, Max spoke from her heart; it almost melted mine, as she was close to tears at all the changes in such a short time.

“You know the guys love the artwork on your bike, can’t blame them for wanting such a good job on theirs,” I counted her argument.

“Sure, I get it, but I don’t want to spend all my time painting. How about I do one bike, take a break to do some work on a wreck, you know I got to let the paint dry between coats, I can work on the bikes, while the paint dries.” She counted, desperate to keep doing what she loved most: bringing wrecks back to life.

“Perfect, we can use that as a baseline, and go from there. We got this, I got your back.” I would fight to make sure she was happy. This was new to me, and I found I liked this small change in me.