Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 175

Tank POV

This was causing my insides to twist and turn, my eyes to water, but I refused to let tears fall.

My little lady was being strong; she stood for ages holding Savage’s crying head to her chest, gently stroking his hair with one hand and holding him to her with the other. Her eyes watched me, occasionally looking at Uncle Simon, but mainly focused on me, as if I kept her whole, grounded,safe, and focused.

She didn’t interrupt him and asked a clear question her voice soft but strong.

Yet I was falling apart, watching it.

Uncle Simon had let a few tears fall; he had worked hard to find and bring Savage back to Fixer, so they could reunite. How could he not get emotional? He doesn’t have children of his own; he contracted mumps as a young man, and it made him infertile. After he got over his anger, he started to build his empire, as it should be, his contacts, his life, and legacy, that would all become his nieces, Fixers, because she was his only living relative, he was busy ensuring he had all holes filled before he was too old, and leaves this world too soon, He wanted Fixer completely set up, and protected by those he trusted to keep her safe, even if she didn’t know who was behind her safety, or when they had helped her in the background. He had talked to me, just us alone, he wanted to make it clear that if he or I or both of us were not around, Fixer was safe and protected.

Savage stopped the tears and became the man we met again, as if he had cried all he could, gathered his strength, straightened his back, took a few deep, calming breaths, and thanked Fixer for allowing this time to cry, and that he would move on from this, and try to be who she needs and deserves.

“Sorry for the tears. I have not thought of anything in years, but one day at a time, one hour at a time, one minute at a time, as I stayed alive, to help others. I had thought my life was over, and I was ready to die, out there saving others. I have been selfish for thinking that it took Simon to get through to me. He had spoken of you, your sad life. I had tried to forget you, not because I didn’t want you, but every attempt to be near you failed, in the beginning, when you were little, and then I thought you were better off without me. But Simon reminded me that you are still my flesh and blood, my daughter first, and to go home and bring you home, and try and get to know you, don’t be like my parents and abondon you, he said that about six months ago, with pictures of you, and how beautiful a young lady you had become, that was before my chopper went down, and I was captured with my team and those injured we had onboard. Then, it was a struggle to stay alive, as they tortured us, to get informtion out of us, most had no clue, only I knew most of what they asked, but my training kicked in, and I went blank, so they couldn’t get the information, no matter what they did to me, even their primative truth serum failed to break, my training. What saved me were the photos of you, as I thought of nothing else but holding you in my arms, having you call me Dad, and sharing your life with me. Maybe some grandchildren running around the place, for which you had forgiven me for being a failure as a father, and I could share your mother’s and my time together, how we met, and fell in love, my family’s fall out, I believe you deserve to hear it, if you want, no pressure. But thinking of you gave me the will and strength to keep going, to want to survive, when over the years, all I wanted to do was die, to be with my wife.” He took a deep breath, as if talking was difficult, and possibly it was, men do not tend to share their weaknesses with others.

“Savage, take a break. I am not going anywhere. Go relax, and we can do this another day, when you are feeling more yourself.” Fixer offered Savage an out, and I waited for him to decide. It was getting late, and we were all getting tired. This was an emotional day.

“Yes, time to head to bed, it’s getting late, and I have said all I can for now, we can T up a time to catch up again later, go, get some sleep.” The Savage we had met was back, his eyes, though red, were showing some mirth, and his mouth smiled softly.

We stood up, all as one, as if the go had been spoken, and we all were eager to leave.

“Goodnight, and thank you for not being a plastic girl.” Savage chuckled as he shook my hand.

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