Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 197

Fixer POV

I was fuming; they made my blood boil.

Why do they do that?

How can you go from being a good friend to turning your back so completely?

If Jenny had done something so stupid, and boy, has she done some stupid things, I would hear her out, even if it hurts; I would never turn my back on her completely. I might not be the same as her, but I would never turn my back on her or block her out; she would have to earn my trust back.

Tank was soon in our room, holding me to him, our food on the table, getting cold, but I didn’t care; this was better than food.

I needed him.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have lost it. Can I blame baby brain?” I asked with a dry chuckle, trying to break the rage that was simmering inside of me.

“You can.” Tank pulled me to the table and took a seat, placing me on his lap.

“Eat before it gets too cold.” He said, pushing a fork into my hand, and as much as I had lost my appetite, I did as he suggested, and started to eat. The food wasn’t that hot, and I was tempted to heat it in the microwave, but I endured the lukewarmness instead. We didn’t talk; we both ate as best we could. I was surprised when my plate was empty. I was hungrier than I thought, and looked at the plate, wishing there was more.

“Better?” Tank asked softly as he reached for a bottle of water that was on the table.

“Yeah, needed that. I was angry, as you might have noticed. How can they turn their backs on Bruiser like that and not give him a second chance or hear him out? If it were they who made a stupid decision, how would they feel being completely shunned like that? I felt for Bruiser, who was being victimized over this, even though he was only part of it; the takeover wasn’t even his idea. Yet he took the fall, and the club members turned their backs on him, while our club members are letting others who were part of it back in the club. It doesn’t make sense to me. One out, all out, as far as I am concerned, if you let one in, then all should be in, and I am repeating myself, sorry.” I grumble, still miffed over the reactions of people who had always promised to have your back.

“They got the message loud and clear.” Tank moved us to the bed, and we lay down. Before I knew it, I was dropping off, Tank’s voice droning on about something, but I was too comfortable and exhausted, and sleep found me.

I woke to my alarm going off. It was five am, and I wanted an early start to get ready for today: the meet-and-greet, friends of the family, and Savage’s appearance. Hopefully it goes well.

A quick shave and shower, and I was just climbing out, when Tank walked into the bathroom.

“Hey, why so early?” He asked as he relieved himself.

Tank and I had on matching shirts, jeans, and our names on display, no doubting who I belonged with, and he was mine. I was proud to be his wife, his lover, his confidant, to stand beside him, or behind, depending on what the situation needed. He never bossed or ordered me about; he tried to steer me in a certain direction, but in the end it was still my decision to go that way.

After breakfast, I went out to meet up with Dirk, Tank, and Uncle Simon, who followed me. They were interested in what I had to say. I saw Bruiser on a jog, guess he was out training.

“Dirk, we are off shortly. When Savage lets me know the chopper is ready, can you keep Bruiser busy and away from the main house and club members? I don’t want a confrontation while I am away. I would rather be here to have his back.” I watched Bruiser disappear into the trail, which had been marked out for training laps. It was a good cross-country run, with logs and rocks (or boulders) placed for you to jump or climb over. I have run it a couple of times with Dirk, sharing my ideas for improvement and listening to what he needed from me. I would try to get anything I can to improve our team. He wants a shooting range, not just targets, but a pretend building, where people can hide. I suggested a paintball-style setup, which I had seen in another town, and he liked the idea, but we would have vests that beep when hit. We have yet to work out where he wants it. I have plenty of places he could, preferably away from the public.

“So far, he has kept his nose clean and done all that has been asked of him; he’s a good fighter, and plenty we can work with. We are building his stamina at the moment, the only area I feel needs the biggest improvement, and I put that down to not enough opportunity to get out and run, like he’s doing now. The team does a ten-mile hike in the morning before training, and even if on night duty, they do it before bed. Then more runs while on duty. I will have him in shape in no time. Don’t worry about him. When he has completed that hike, he will shower, eat, and go to bed; he did night duty last night. He won’t be near anyone from the main house, and the area where the men sleep is out of bounds; anyone approaching that area will be met with guards and warned

“Thank you, Sticks and her baby return today,” I warned, as I watched Prez and house and walk towards the gate that leads next door.

He nodded and, after a few more pleasantries, left to continue his tasks. reported.

“You have really taken protecting Bruiser to heart.” Uncle Simon commented as we walke chopper, its motor running, warming up, and Savage in the pilot’s seat, doing his pre-flight work “Yes, I don’t believe he was totally into taking over, but he was the only one who had been blocked, and to me that was so wrong, as I had said before, have his back, until he’s back on his feet. The club members have lost some of my respect and trust. If I do something stupid, will they treat me the same, or Tank? They were not exactly warm to me when I joined the club; even now, married to the VP, they are not that open to me. I am fine with that, won’t hurt so much when I have to leave.” “Who said anything about leaving?” Tank asked, looking shocked at the thought.

“Just saying.” I left it open, not giving Tank an answer as we reached the chopper. I have some homemade muffins and cakes that I had baked, which I am taking with me to share, even if they don’t like them. I know Uncle Simon, Savage, Tank, and I will devour them.