Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 192

Fixer POV

Bruiser looked and sounded awful; his story was hard to hear, and members turned their backs on him, crossing the street to avoid him. I understand the betrayal, but hearing this made it so much worse. I understand it better than most, having lived that sort of life for most of mine.

My heart went out to him, and even if the club never accepts him back, I won’t turn my back on him, not like that. He lost his way, and to me, he deserves a chance to repair the damage.

“You have turned your hand to helping the street people? The adults,s too?” I asked, as I pondered what he had said so far, and had avoided any club talk, except the avoidance.

“Yeah, mainly the kids, but some adults, they are more reluctant to take help, seem to be in their own personal hell, and don’t want help out of it.” He sounded sad, with a husky, raw voice.

“Understand, kids, are easier, adults don’t want to go anywhere, a blanket and a meal, at most, but never the chance for a warm bed for the night, even on cold winter nights. Those who want the

open air had thought a few times of making shelters, two walls and a roof, open, for them to hide away from the wind on bad nights, because that’s about all those lost souls want.” I knew exactly when he meant, they are lost in their booze or drugs, and life for the next fix, don’t want

“What are your plans now?” Tank asked, now more invested in the conversation, once his initial anger and shock at having joined us.

“Don’t have any real plans, been waiting to find out if the club will give me an in. But I am fast on that, and am looking at whether to stay here and help the needy, or move on.” Bruise push for a return or beg us to help out; he was a lost soul now, and that hurts me. He was not always the easiest to get to know, and could have his walls up, but this? This broken man before me was not the same.

“What if we look at having you visit on Saturdays, open day, like a visitor, and see how the members react? We can’t control how they feel; the betrayal was deep. Returning would have been hard, and you would never be an enforcer again.” Tank offered, and I could kiss him right now to give him the olive branch.

“You would allow that?” He looked up in hope.

“I would, and Fixer here would too, but the rest, I can’t say. The club members were divided about whether to allow you back, and if they did, it would be as a nom, and on probation for a long time.” Tank lifted his cup to drink, then looked into it with disappointment. I pushed mine to him, no longer wanting coffee. Which he took and finished with one long gulp.

“Understand, what I did was foolish and stupid, and cannot be undone. I lost the trust and faith of other club members, even those who split with me and were part of the push to make me do that.

I should have come to you or Prez and talked about the suggestions; I went about it all wrong.”

“That you did. Anyway, if the club doesn’t accept you back, I could use you if you are interested.” I offered to get an idea of how real he was; my gut says he learned his lesson.

“What do you need me for?”

“The street kids. Been thinking of ways to help them out and want to refurbish some of the derelict warehouses, make them more suitable for portable cots to be brought in, somewhere for them to sleep, and possibly a working kitchen to serve them real food at least once a day. Not all will take up the offer of somewhere to go, but it’s a start, plus need more ideas on how to help the others on the streets.” I start to talk about the streets again, not that we could ever make them safe again, but it’s a start. For a small town, our problem on the streets was far too serious.

“I am interested. We need to help more than those on the streets, like our little server, she needs help desperately, she’s barely keeping them together, and I know of others in simular situation, can they be part of that help? Give them food, clothing, and help with the bills, because their parents certainly aren’t doing it.” Bruiser sounded more on board with helping the needy, just as I thought he would. Deep down, he was still the good man I had seen glimpses of in the past, but he was too gullible for a pretty face.

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