Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 180

Fixer POV

It was time.

At last.

Tank and I were leaning against the bar, watching as the members settled into their chairs or against the wall and got ready for part two. They talked animatedly with each other, as if this hadn’t affected them, but we all know it had; it had gotten very heated with some, no tears, only anger, lots and lots of anger.

This should be more interesting and hopefully fruitful.

My chance to ask questions had arrived.

They brought the accountant in, he was a large man, not as big as Zero, or Tank, but was larger than Blaze and Prez, he didn’t look so good, most likely hadn’t slept much, his wrists, ankles, and chest where the ropes restrained him, were bleeding from his efforts to escape his confines, not sure what he thought he could do, if he had managed to break them, no one in history had gotten out the cells without help, and help was not around because Stephen had ten men, lined the hallway, ensuring they didn’t receive unexpected guests.

All I saw now was an exhausted man, who was defiant to the end, which would make this

and that made me smile. I want to see him cry out in pain. With that thought, an idea popped my head.

“Back in a sec, don’t let anyone touch him, he’s mine to take the first hit,” I said to Tank and Prez, who had just arrived to stand with us.

I had been thinking about what to ask, but none of those questions came to mind; my mind was a blank canvas as I reached for a bag of salt, a shake of pepper, and some vinegar. Then walked calmly back, resisting the urge to run, as I tried to think of all the questions I had come up with last night. Now that I had the chance, they eluded me; nothing I could do could bring them back.

The members were firing questions at the accountant when I reached the room, but he was being stubborn, a grin on his face, his eyes, although red raw and baggy, twinkling with mirth as he looked like he was enjoying this.

I placed the items on the floor, not two steps away from the accountant. He could see them, but as they were not in recognisable containers, he wouldn’t know what was in them.

“Hello, Accountant, you look like you slept peacefully,” I say as I stop before him, looking him over as I plan my questioning.

“Well, well, well. What name do we go by now? Humm? I heard the name Fixer bandied around, or do you still use Maxine? I doubt you ever used Zaria. But out of those names, I think Zaria was the best. You are a sight for sore eyes, my dear; you have grown to look just like your mother at your age.” He chuckled as if saying a joke only he understood.

“Then we must do something about those sore eyes, shouldn’t we?” I replied, moving to the containers to pick up the pepper, then turning back to him, tipping some black pepper into my hand, leaning forward, and blowing it in his eyes.

He screamed like a boy I had seen in the store, lying on the floor, crying because his mother refused to give him a toy or something, but this was so much better, he couldn’t rub or do anything, but blink, and as he blinked, I gave him a second dose, just to make sure, he got enough in his eyes.

“You bitch, I was being nice, you are not like your mother, she was kind, and wouldn’t hurt a fly.” He bellowed out, and my anger only rose as he kept talking about my mother, as if she were his girlfriend or something.

“My mother. You sound like you knew her well.” I stated, not asking it as a question, more a statement, because he had to have known her, to have organised her death.

“She was a lovely woman, always lending a helping hand to others; she was the spark, the light in the darkness.” He stuttered out, and he kept blinking, his eyes watering from the pepper.

“Why did you have her killed then?” I was confused. If she was so good, why?

“She would still be alive if I had my way. The order was for the bikes, not the car, but according to Barry, he had no choice but to take the car. But he double-crossed us.” He spat out.

“When did you find out about the double cross?” This still didn’t make sense.

“When he was bragging one night, drunk, having celebrated Zoey’s engagement, he was in a very

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