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.

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