Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 196

Savage POV

Things had been changing at a fast pace, never would I have dreamed that I would be back with my daughter, like this, she was not what I had expected, but then, I had no clue what to expect, part of me was worried she would hate me for never getting her out of town, and away from those who said they were her parents. But I would have had to remove half the town to save her, and I didn’t know how. I had thought my wife was safe, and she wasn’t. I am glad that Simon was working on the case, and he won’t let anyone slip through the cracks. If they were involved, he would find out.

I am glad Fixer didn’t push to have me live in the main house. Having lived in shared accommodation for most of my life, I wasn’t sure I wanted to live in her house, not yet; I was still acclimatising to civilian life. I was used to hearing guys snore or shout out in their sleep. I feel that if I were in my own room, I would need the radio on or some kind of noise to help me sleep. Complete silence usually meant danger in my line of work. Or should I say my past line of work?

Who would have believed I would be employed by my daughter to fly her around the world? Simon had shown me the plane she owned. It was beautiful, a plane with all the bells and whistles, even a bed at the back, a reasonable shower, and I met the co-pilot, he seemed a nice enough man, been with the company for many years.

Simon asked my opinion on the other pilots we would need if his idea was accepted, and I made some suggestions: guys I have flown with who are now out or about to get out, who would need a job and a place to stay. I like Simon, even when he was my superior in the service, and before I learned we were related, he would always give you the time of day, and listen, I mean really listen, not pretend to, as many senior officers would. He was a diamond in the rough, and I would lay down my life for him anytime.

Showered and clean, ready for dinner, it surprised me to be invited to share food in the main house, until Dirk explained that Fixer liked to include the men at the table, different ones; she was not one to act all high and mighty over anyone, not even Dirk or Stephen.

Stephen grates on me a bit; he thinks he was in charge and would try to boss us around. I didn’t take it. When he tried to override something I was doing, I put him in his place, I was not under his command, and he couldn’t order me about. Since then, he had tried to make things a little difficult for me, and any man who didn’t comply with his wishes. I mentioned this to Dirk, and he said he would handle it.

But before he could, Fixer asked for him to be gone he must have upset the boss lady, and Fixer was not someone you should cross; she takes after her mother like that. A forgiving soul, till you cross a line that only she can see, and then that person is out. End of story.

“Dirk, will Stephne be gone for good?” I asked, wondering what was going on, only getting snippets, and I waited till it was just us to talk.

“Yep, he will go back to the Astore estate and back to being a bodyguard for that household. I made a mistake and gave him some power; it appears it went to his head, and now he’s back to being what he was before. He won’t get that opportunity from me again.

“He will be at the place I am going to tomorrow?”

“Yep, will you go in this time, greet your parents?” he asked as we reached the back door.

“Fixer convinced me to go in with her; there will be old friends there, and I think I would like to touch base with some I hadn’t seen in years. Before they get too old, and I miss the chance to catch up and get their forgiveness for not keeping in touch.”

Dinner smelled good, and we sat around the table, filling our plates. Everything was going fine until the subject of Bruiser came up, and Fixer gave those at the table a serve they hadn’t expected. My daughter was definitely her mother’s chip off the shoulder.

The room went quiet after Fixer and Tank left, stunned was more like it, only Dirk, Simon, the two bodyguards, and I kept eating, as if nothing had happened. No need to let good food go cold.

“Simon, did Fixer make the garlic bread?” I asked, as I reached for another slice.

“Yeah, she did.”

“Thought it tasted like Grandma’s recipe.” I chuckled as I dipped the bread into the sauce, wiping the plate clean.

“I am Dale..Change into shorts, we are doing some training, see what we have to deal with.” I nodded, turned, didn’t close the door, pulled off my boots and jeans, put on some shorts and runners, and turned back to the door. Dale was leaning on the door, watching me.

I was introduced to five other men, and our first task was to run. I had no idea this property was so large, larger than the one next door. We ran ten miles before heading back towards the house. I heard the bikes arrive and saw Prez and others look at me, then have a discussion among themselves, giving me the stink eye, before heading inside. I expected nothing less.

We entered a shed that had been converted into a gym. It had all the modern equipment, and I had somehow anticipated they would; there was a spa and a sauna as well. A boxing ring, punching bags, and thick ropes hanging from the rafters.

I was told to get in the ring, and soon I was fighting for my life, dodging, hitting back, takin to the ribs, shaking it off, bouncing back to my feet, and trying to concentrate.

“Stop,” Dale called out. This was the last of the team, the only person I hadn’t sparred with in the ring was Dale, and something tells me I would find myself in a world of hurt if he stepped into the ring.

“You have form, and quick feet, we have something to work with at least, that’s a start, go shower and have some dinner, six tomorrow, another run, before breakfast.

I had help remove the gloves and walked back to my room, happy to have a very hot shower. Before the meal, I hurt in places I didn’t think could hurt, and for once, I felt good, sore but good, like I might actually find a home here.

The meal was meat and vegetables. They had a cook here; one of the guys loves to cook, and until they get staff to do that chore, he volunteered to do the dinner. I have to admit it was tasty.