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.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify