Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 165

Tank POV

We had pulled into the parking area, where trucks check their loads before heading out or swapping trailers. We are just out of town, and hiding in the bushes, well, not really hiding, our vehicles are in the bushes, but the men, dressed in Jeans and T-shirts, were sitting at the picnic table, eating, drinking, and laughing. To look at you wouldn’t know at a glance that they were there for anything other than taking a break from a long drive, or catching up before taking one.

I stayed in the SUV, out of sight. Stephen was with his men, enjoying a coffee and a chat. His hand went to his ear occasionally, and I assumed he was getting an update. Four of our members, who would ride the bikes to the warehouse, were in the back of this SUV, looking out the window. The windows were tinted, keeping us safe and secure inside. As we eagerly anticipated what would happen soon, we didn’t talk; we waited, watching.

I was as nervous as hell. This was a moment I had been waiting for a very long time, taking in a powerful man who might have answers about why my parents were taken out and a possible closure for Fixer.

Soon, the rumble of motorcycles could be heard, growing louder until they rode past us. I felt the vibration of their engines through my chest; they were that close to our vehicle.

They parked at another picnic table, climbed off, placed their helmets on their bikes, and sat at the table, their backs to the other picnic table and the security team, making their job that bit easier, or so I thought.

The security team stood up and headed towards them. As they got close, the accountant turned to look at them. They continued walking past the table into the nearby toilets. This wasn’t part of the plan, as far as I knew, but then I wasn’t given the whole picture; these guys know how to improvise, and so far, it’s been nothing as I expected. But then, I didn’t have a clue how they operated.

They stayed in there about the length of time you would expect for a man to piss, and came out, laughing about something that happened last night heading towards the men, the Jones crew looked at them for a while, and then went back to the coffee, as the security team started to pass the table, four dull thuds were heard and the men slumped to the floor, the men grabbed the arms and legs of one, and carried him to the back of the mearest SUV, my guys were out of the back of this one, and headed to the bikes, the idiots never took the keys out of the ignition, guess they thought being so close to the bikes, they were safe The bikes roared off into the scrub, and out of sight, too worried they might pass the others on the road, and best to stay out of sight till all twelve were rounded up. Four were already on the way to the clubhouse cells; these were four more, and the other SUVs just pulled up, ready for the other eight, I guess.

I laughed as I watched them throw the sleeping men into the back of the vehicle, not caring about hitting heads or trapping arms, pushed them further in, and piled the four, one on top of the other. They had just closed the back where the men had been dumped, when the sounds of more bikes arriving were heard. They took to the tables, taking the two tables this time, and placed empty wrappers and coffee containers on the table, as if they had almost finished their lunch break.

The biked circled the area, looking around, before stopping near the toilets. Getting out and heading inside, I could hear a phone ringing from the back of the SUV, and one of the security men rushed to the vehicle and hunted for the phone. Silencing it, and searching the bodies for the others, and silencing them. I am sure they will be spoken to for not grabbing the phones, but then they were on a tight schedule. Four security men got up and entered the toilets, returning with bodies over their shoulders, they threw the phones on the table, as they passed one of the tables, and yeah, you guessed it, dumped their bodies on top of the other four, not sure they could fit more in.

I must have been right, because two security guys got in the SUV and drove away, the four bikes headed to join the guys in the scrub, then we waited, for the last four to arrive, they took a long time, and I was getting a little antsy in the SUV, I needed to use that toilet, but was hesitant, worried I climb out and the bikes would arrive. I strained to listen for bikes.

Just as I was about to climb out, because I needed to pee, even if it was in the trees, the sound of bikes arriving came. The tables never looked up; they continued chatting and only lifted their heads to gaze at the approaching bikes as they neared.

The guys got off their bikes and walked around, only going into the toilet block, while the others looked charged, pulling out phones and calling someone. They moved around, making it hard to make a clean hit. The guy in the toilet never came out, and I wondered whether they had left one or more security men in there, waiting for the men to take the other three.

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