Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 163

Tank POV

The meeting was what I expected, everyone with an opinion, and in the end, we decided ‘no’ to the splinter group being involved with taking out the Jones gang, that are here in town, the members still were unsure if there was a snitch in that splinter group, and letting them wait for a while to rejoin, would be good for them, if they give up waiting, they were never going to be a good part of the club. Once we have taken the small group here and are safely in our cells, we can revisit the splinter group issue.

“We need that security team; they are the experts.” One of the members called out.

“Yeah, get them, we need them.” Another called.

“Hey, we need to ask Fixer; they are her men, not ours.” Another shouted out, and the club was divided over the security team that was Fixer’s men; they couldn’t get over how she could do security and what value she was, when, in their minds, she was still a young kid. New to the club, compared to them, and not that rich to need a full team of security, they still believed they were Uncle Simon’s men on loan, and not belonging to Fixer, and we were not going to debate that today; it was better to let them believe what they wanted to believe.

“I will call Fixer and find out what her security team is doing and if available,” I replied, walking away from the members, leaving them to talk, eat, and drink. The bar was not open yet, but possibly after the meeting.

Prez, Blaze, Zero, and I went to the office to talk to Fixer.

The call went better than I planned. Thirty armed men are here soon to take the gang in, and the use of darts to knock them out was a perfect idea. Once we hung up, went back to the club members with the news.

“Thirty armed men? Wow, more than enough, I don’t understand the dart gun? It’s full of what, sleeping potion?” Yep, some are that naive.

“Yes, the Jones gang has broken into three groups. Shortly, we shall have a small team to help us capture them. Fixer has some of her team following them around town. When the main team arrives, they will report to me, and me only; they will not take any orders from anyone else, except Fixer. They needed to clarify that, as some of needed to clarify that, as some of you feel you can order them about, well, you can’t, so don’t try it.” I called out to the club members, making it clear.

“Why not the Prez?” One called out, and several nodded in agreement.

“Because Fixer has only given permission to me, there can’t be too many people instructing them what to do; it would be confusing and could lead to someone being hurt. I listen to Prez, don’t worry, he’s still the boss.” I replied, getting nods of understanding, while others remained opposed to me being the one to order the team about.

“Think of it this way, I am the overseer, planning and plotting. I send my order down the chain of command; in this case, it would be to Tank and Zero. They will then give orders to the security men and you.” Prez informs them, in a different way, and it appeared his way gained more understanding than mine, and that was why he was the Prez, and not me. I am still learning, and I never want to take his place. This was too hard to work out, yet Prez makes it look easy.

“So, it’s today? We get to have some of the gang in our cells, and answers to why they attacked us.” One of the club members called out, and the excitement to finally be getting somewhere was evident.

“That’s the plan, we are waiting now for the security men to arrive, which should be soon, and then we can form three groups, and go get them.” Zero added, as I headed to the door, as SUVS started to arrive.

Large, muscular, armed men climbed out, with Dirk in the lead.

“Tank, this is Stephen, he’s the lead of these men.” I shook his hand, and we exchanged numbers.

Dirk left, heading back to the Fixer and his other men.

I led Stephen and those of his men who wanted to listen in the clubhouse.

I led him to the cells.

“Perfect, we can do this, will have these cells filled before nightfall, only twelve men, four a group, give me twelve men, and they can ride the bikes, to wherever you want them housed,” Stephen said as we left the cells.

“We are going to place them in a warehouse, in some containers, till things quieten down. Then have them broken down for parts. Might need your help later, with the disposal of the bodies.” Prez said quietly, “We had no intention of letting some of them go, if any.” Stephen didn’t even blink as he listened to what Prez was saying or implying.

“Of course, there’s a disposal site not far from here.” He was talking about the place we had Barry, but was careful not to say too much.

“Perfect, more fish food,” I said, out loud, causing Stephen to side look at me, and smile, a knowing look.

We soon had volunteers to go get the bikes, with strict instructions to be careful and to follow the security men’s instructions. I joined Stephen, as he invited me along to see what went on, and I didn’t need to ride a bike back.

Prez stayed back in the clubhouse, getting the cells ready, and our doctor updated, getting some men over to the warehouse, and had the containers opened and vehicles ready to return home.

This was happening, the second step, the first was taking Barry and the ladies, now each who comes to town might find themselves in a little bit of a pickle. We have yet to discuss going to the club, burning it down, and maybe getting the splinter group to go and do it. As part of the testing to allow them back, let Bruiser work out how to do it and send pictures of it burning. Will put that before the club when we have these twelve apprehended.

Stephen was on his mic, for most of the trip, to where I would see them in action, I asked to see The accountant picked up, he was my worst of them, as far as I was concerned, using the girls to do his dirty work, and for years, it was great to see he had lost contact with them, and had to come and find them himself, we had handled collecting them well. I am more than impressed with the place they were taken to. I would never have thought of that warehouse, having that secret. It wasn’t a new building, so it had to have been built several years ago. I wonder whether that belonged to someone else and Uncle Simon took hold of it, or whether he and his family had built it, only to put it out of commission when they all left the main house. Funny how it was a full circle, that Fixer was back in the family home. I still think it should be called a manor, but Fixer doesn’t like it called a manor, because it makes her sound like a snob.