Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 191

Bruiser POV

Life has been hell, I can’t believe I was so bloody stupid, and fall for all the suggestions that Cricket had placed in my ear, she nagged for days, about how not that Prez had moved out, that I was more or less going his job, and should look at taking over, she had even worked on some of the club members, and they started to make the same suggestion, I never wanted the VP job, let alone the Prez position. Yet she made it sound so simple, and convinced me that the club would be better under my leadership, that even the members seeing him move out as a withdrawal from the club as president, because I had been doing so much more lately, with Prez delegating out more of the work he was doing, as he should’ve been doing all along. I can see that now. But at the time, I was blinded by all the attention I was getting and fooled into believing I could do better.

I was so humiliated when I stood yelling at the gate to be let in. If we had only kept our cuts, we wouldn’t have been denied. Another bad suggestion from Cricket. It sounds like I am blaming it all on her, but I have to take responsibility for it was I who made the bad decision to do as she had suggested.

Then, to be escorted like a criminal to the clubhouse and questioned by the club members was the last thing I had expected. I had assumed that it would be in Prez’s office, and I would get to plead my case, but nothing I had planned went the way I had thought.

The last few nights have been terrible. I can’t sleep or eat, and I’m worried sick that I will never be allowed back, and then what?

Where would I go if they don’t take me back in?

I have to leave the town, the only home I have known, because seeing my once friends and being ignored would be worse than what I am going through now. I was respected, but now I am lower than the dogs’ poop on the sidewalk, which everyone avoids.

Maybe if I had accepted a room next door, with the rest, I wouldn’t have been swayed so easily.

What made it worse was that I knew that Tank, Zero, and Prez owned the club; what I mean is that the property, the whole place, was theirs. Their family was among the original men who founded the club, which made me think he would just hand it over.

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. I can’t even blame being drunk on the bad move I made.

Now Cricket has done a runner, could’ve guessed she would do that, flighty woman, that one, I could do little to make her happy. I found out she was never pregnant, that she lied to get me to take her in, make her a club lady. She was okay, making new friends, and cozying up to Sticks. Fixer came into the picture, and a whole new side of Cricket appeared.

She complained about so much, and I put it down to being pregnant, fool me, huh.

When I got home after spending a night calling out at the gate, she was a pain in the butt, demanding I get into the club, fix it, be the leader she thought I was, and nag, nag, nag.

Unbelievable able.

Then she left, completely, no word of goodbye, nothing, just gone. We never got legally wed like Tank and Fixer, so I don’t have to do a divorce, but it would have been nice if she had left a note or something. Even her phone was off, and I couldn’t phone her to make sure she was okay. As bad as the situation was, I still worry about her, and where she had gone, like a ghost, she came from unknown origins and left the same way, and it hurt.

My phone has been silent, not even the guys who left with me have texted or called, I feel abandoned by everyone, and I don’t like it at all.

Walking down the street, I see some members laughing and having a good time, and when I

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