Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 184

Fixer POV

They were set; the added touch of the thumbs got me excited. I know how badly it stings when you hurt your thumbs. It looks like Savage only had to put electrodes into his toes to complete the full-body circuit. That was so cool, I loved what he was doing. I am more into that type of hurting. I am not for fists, purely because I end up with sore hands, and I don’t believe I should be in pain over someone like him.

So, Barry, or should I say Douglas, and the accountant, Lenardo, are brothers. But hate each other, interesting, but why? Who was their Dad, and who was the founding member, and why target our club?

“What did Douglas do to make you hate him so much?” Stephen asked, I bet that wasn’t one of his original questions.

“He killed my beautiful baby, my daughter, the light of my life,” he sobbed, heartfelt, deep sobs.

“Your daughter?” Stephen asked, looking a little confused.

“The young couple in the other vehicle, who hit the back of the truck” I shouted out, putting some of the pieces together.

The accountant nodded in agreement, and we let him cry for a bit, reliving a sad moment, which was good, making him even more vulnerable, to our questioning.

“Fixer, can you come over here?” Savage called out, and I hesitated.

“Go, you have ideas running through your head, none of us have thought of, we need a different perspective, Tank whispered, giving me a gentle push. Was that a polite way of saying they needed a woman’s perspective?

“Look at this list.” Stephen handed me his list, and I saw a number of questions I wouldn’t think to ask. I took his pen and started adding short versions of the questions I wanted answers to.

Stephen took the notebook back and read them.

“Stay, beside us please, Savage said, and I looked between the two and shrugged my shoulders.

“What was your daughter’s name?” Stephen asked more softly.

“Hayley, the most beautiful soul ever to come from our line, out of all the girls to die, why did it have to be her? She wasn’t supposed to be out on the road; she was supposed to be in school.” He cried softly for his loss.

“Who was the target in that accident?” Savage asked with a little more force than he intended.

“The VP, and the other dude, the woman in front, and her daughter, were never sanctioned, any more than my daughter was; that was Douglas’s doing. He hated that woman and child; he targeted that family since he moved to that town, having been kicked out of the Jones Gang.” He was babbling now, and getting answers was going to get harder; he lost too much blood.

“Wait, back up. My mother was who Douglas was after, but he came to the family with Sheila.” I was confused.

“Yeah, Sheila was a means to an end for him. He always wanted your mother for himself, hated that she refused to give him the time of day, even when she was with Sheila on his arm; she wouldn’t sit and talk with him, and that just made him angrier. Killing her was Sheila’s idea; she said the family had money, and if they died, she would be heir. Which was BS, because we all knew Sheila was not their biological daughter. But Douglas believed her, and then Fixer lived, so they had to change their plans.” he rambled on about plans, that failed, and how stupid Douglas was, and how many people died because of him, including our own people, but he had charisma, and could talk a child to hand over their ice-cream, he had the gang doing raid after raid, just to appease him.

“That’s enough for today. We can resume tomorrow if he’s still alive.” Stephen called it a night and sent the members home. They didn’t need to come back for part two. If they had work to do, they received a chance for revenge and answers to why things had gone so badly.

The guard lifted the accountant up in his chair and returned him to his cell. If he lives, we will ask more questions, but they had more than enough to work with at the moment. It was crazy, losing Mum because she wouldn’t shake up with Barry. Ew, why would she, and Sheila, I knew she was sadistic, but that was money hungry, and I could understand why my grandparents hid it from her. Could you imagine how she would be now if she had my inheritance? I dread the thought, mind you, she might have left the town and headed for the big city. That would have benefited the town; she was a menace, and I am glad she is gone.

We cleaned up the area; Stephen will have his team remove the dead and turn them into mulch.

“Stephen, Savage, Tandy, Uncle Simon, care to join us at our home for Chinese takeaway? About to order.” I wanted them all there when we give out our news. Stephen needs to know for security reasons, Savage well, that’s self-explanatory, and so was Uncle Simon, Tandy, because he’s more than a lawyer to me.

“Sure, would love to join you.” They all accepted, and I had Tank order the food; it would be a large order, a bit of everything, and lots of prawn crackers. Together we returned, sometime in the darkness, those bodies would disappear, and in the morning the doctor would check on those still alive, and see if they lasted the night.

“Sorry, although take away sounds great, I am going to wash up and go see my son,” Prez says. As he walked with us, he might have said sorry, but he didn’t look or sound it. Tank looked at me, tilted his head, and I shook my head no. Tank shrugged. Tank didn’t care one way or another; Prez would hear about our news later. Being with his woman and son was more important.