Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 181

Tank POV

Leaning back against the bar, watching my lady at work, made me swell with pride. She had more tricks up her sleeve than I had realised, and I loved watching her in action. She was so cool, never looking like she would lose her temper, even with all the crap that man was yelling at her about her mother. She nodded, accepted what he said, and moved on. Her strength under pressure astounds me. I even got a hard-on when she bent down to pick up something, call me crazy, but I get that reaction out of the blue when I watch my little lady.

Not so much the accountant; talking about her mother, the way he had, only made me want to pull his teeth out, one by one. I gazed over at Savage to see his reaction, only to see Stephen holding him back. I thought this might be too much for him He had a lot of guilt in him that needed to be forgiven. But only he can do that. Hearing the accountant talk about his wife had to be hard. I know I would lose my shiet if he talked about my wife like that.

I turned my attention back to Fixer. Her face stayed calm and serene the whole time, never showing any sign of pain or hurt, or that the man’s words had affected her in any way. She made a good interrogator. I noticed several club members squirm in their seats when she poured the vinegar on. The scream was blood-curdling, and music to my ears. He needed to feel pain, and lo of it.

“Fixer can come and join us in interrogating people in the cells, anytime, she’s incredible,” Blaze said in awe as she continued to talk to the accountant, who was being strong and careful with his replies, not giving much away.

“Yeah, her time on the streets hardened her,” I replied softly, not wanting to break her concentration.

“She is handling this better than most women, and look at the members, they are in shock and awe, too. I keep underestimating her.” Prez joined in talking amongst ourselves.

“Your next, then we will bring over Stephen and Savage,” Prez added when it looked like Fixer had all she was going to get out of him.

We swapped sides, and I stood before him, looking him in the eye, they were bloodshot, not a tiny part of white showing, the pepper had done it’s job his nose was running, a reaction from his watering eyes, he looked away first after giving me some lip service about doing my worst, he had no idea what my worst could be, and today he won’t find out, I will give a few softening up blows, to make me feel better, and then bring on Stephen and Savage. They will get the answers, better than we can, after the injection, or however they will administer the truth drug, don’t care how, just as long as it gives results.

I egged him on for a bit, watching him trying not to move, because each time he does, he adds more salt or vinegar to his wounds, as his ropes are coated in both. It was a brilliant idea, and one I bet Prez will use again.

“Why, my parents? You said Fixer’s mum was not part of it, just collateral damage, but we had heard before by Barry that my parents were collateral damage.” I asked, trying to sort fact from fiction, and it wasn’t easy.

“Go fuk yourself.” He hissed back. His eyes widened in anger, then squeezed such and he sucked in some air, more pepper entering his widened eyes, falling from his brow.

“You know that that suggestion is anatomically impossible.” I chuckled at the thought. I might be big, but even I can’t do that.

He stared at me defiantly. I know his eyes had to be hurting more from trying to stare me out; he lost last time, and he will lose this time.

“Get your girls’ vibrator and stick it up your aaaa.” He didn’t get to finish that suggestion, as my fist found his stomach, which was softer than I had expected. I had assumed he was fit and toned, but that was a belly full of flab.

He coughed; little could he do, tied up the way he was, but he accepted everything we could send his way.

“For a big man, that was a girl’s hit.” I laughed and looked at Fixer. She nodded and c stand beside me.

“Here’s what a girl’s hit feels like, so you have a comparison,” Fixer said and punched him making the accountant gasp for air, his eyes widening and then squeezing shut, as he tried to shallow breaths.

“Does it compare?” I asked as Fixer returned to the bar and lifted a bottle of water at me in salute.

I gave him another punch, this time higher in his chest, and was happy when I felt a rib break. It hurt my hand, and I wanted to shake out the pain, but refused to do that in front of him, not let him see I had caused myself any sting to the hand.

He was having trouble breathing. That break would have taken a lot out of him. I waited as he panted through the pain; there was no use trying to talk yet. I looked over at Stephen, who had the little kit in his hand and was waiting for the nod from me. One glance at Savage, and could see a small smile, possibly because of the broken rib; everyone in the room would have heard it. I had a sarcastic comment on the tip of my lips, but held off.

“Want to try again? Where did the founding members come from?” I was a little annoyed that I couldn’t get him to talk, but at the same time, I would have been very disappointed if he had. It takes a lot to be able to keep quiet when under so much pressure and pain.

“Nope, won’t get a word out of me, kill me if you dare.” He tried to coax me into losing my temper and ending up giving him what he wanted, but I am not going to give him the satisfaction, of dying without squealing first, that would be the ultimate insult for him, and I can’t wait for Stephen to have a turn and watch him spill his guts out, and not be able to stop himself.

I looked over at Prez and nodded my head in Stephen’s direction. I heard him ask Zero if he wanted a turn, but he didn’t need to; he would get more satisfaction from hearing him give out all his secrets and not be able to stop it.

“Your turn,” I shouted out to Stephen and Savage, and they walked over together. Standing in front of the accountant, smiling at him, Savage brought a small table with him and placed it close so the accountant could see what was being placed on it.

Savage placed a large black leather item and unrolled it, revealing knives of different shapes and sizes, very large needles, and other instruments used to cause pain. When Stephen unzipped his, he showed some syringes, needles, and two bottles of something.

The accountant eyed the table, and for the first time, since being brought out here, he showed fear.

Stephen picked up a syringe, filled it with solution, and moved to the accountant. Stephen didn’t clean the area; he just pushed the needle in and let the contents drain. Then Savage picked up a long, thin blade that looked a lot like a knitting needle. The accountant closed his eyes and braced himself for what was to come.