Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 198

Savage POV

The table explosion broke my heart, my girl, she was hurting, and as much as I want to go running up there to hold her, and comfort her, I held back, because it was Tank’s job and I might be intruding, plus I don’t know what room was hers, I assume the master bedroom, but don’t want to go, incase she gave that to someone else.

“Prez, I suggest you and the rest of you should think about what was just said, you know deep down, Fixer was right. Bruiser was your friend for most of your life, put his life on the line for you on more than one occasion, as far as I have been informed. Does what went down sound like something he would do, or was it out of character? That girl upstairs would never do what you guys have done, not without asking lots of questions and thinking it through. Fixer would never conform just because everyone else has; she had a life of being put down, and knows what it’s like to be the one called the instigator, when she was a bystander.” I finished my meal, trying to calm down. The table was quiet, all deep in thought, as they ate. Simon would look up at the ceiling occasionally, as if he could see Fixer through it. I helped Simon clear the table, put the dishes in the dishwasher, start it up, and leave. Others went their own way, with mumbles of good left. The evening was somber, and I was glad that it was over.

I saw Bruiser out on patrol. He would be on night duty; it was only a day, and the guys ha back that they liked him and that he fit in well. I was so proud of my girl, standing up for Bruis and giving him a chance. It made me think of my past, what I had been through, and how we can let others dictate our actions; it happens more often than you might think. Our officers often talked about it, in the lunch room, the bullies we call them, the ones that talk the new recruits into doing what they say, trusting, because they been in service longer and know the rules, and then the poor guy gets dirty duty.

I showered and hit the bed, and was out fast. You learned to sleep while you could in service. It took a while, but it eventually became easier to fall asleep on hard ground and too soft a bed.

Morning came with a bang: someone was moving stuff around in the next room and accidentally hit the wall, making me and Alert jump in an instant I had to look around a moment to gather my thoughts and remember where I was. Sudden noises in the field are dangerous, and although I can sleep through talking, snoring, and other light noises. I still jump at sudden loud noises, even here back home. I guess that will take longer, if ever. I had heard that some people never get over loud, unexpected noises.

At breakfast, I sat next to Bruiser, who was having the equivalent of his dinner before he slept the day away.

“Hi Bruiser, how are you settling in?” I asked, trying to break the ice and get to know him.

“Good, the men have been welcoming. You’re the pilot, yes?” He replied politely.

“Yes, we shall get two more at a later date, but for now it’s just me.”

“What got you into flying a chopper?” He asked, and I have to agree, he was comfortable talking to.

“I joined the service, and my entry exams were excellent, which offered me the opportunity to become a pilot, and I joined the search and rescue teams,” I replied, trying to answer the question the best I could without giving out too much.

“Wow, nice, so Fixer’s in good hands, with you behind the controls.” He joked as he finished his food.

“Yes, I’d like to think I can keep her safe in the air.” I laughed with him.

“Time for bed, thanks for the chat, hope we can catch up another day.” He cleared away his plate and headed out the door. He appeared pleasant and not displaying anger or bitterness, which I had expected, given the turmoil he was going through. hope the club allows him back in, even if it w just for rides and events. I am sure Fixer and Tank would take him out for rides together, so he get some company when riding. But that would have to be after the Jones issues were sorted.

Grabbing the log book, I noted that the chopper would be in the air and the return trip, eta, unknown. There was little to no traffic in this area; the nearest commercial airport was three hours away. Planes do not fly this way, only private aircraft. I started the chopper, went over the pre-flight checks, and watched Fixer, Simon, and Tank arrive with two guards. Simon,sat beside me in the front, while Tank and Fixer sat behind the guards and us in the hold at the back.

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