Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 199

Fixer POV

The view from the chopper of the mansion as we neared was beautiful; it still takes my breath away, like the first time. Svage circled around it before landing, giving me a better view from all angles, and I appreciated it. This was his first time back in a long time. I wondered how he was feeling, and if the long circle was more for him than me.

“That’s the home, there,” I said to Tank, who leaned over to look at what was out the window.

“That’s one huge mansion. I had no idea a home that big was in Mayfield. I thought your place was large; it’s tiny compared to this one.” Tank said, causing Uncle Simon to chuckle.

“This might be a large house, but Fixer owns more land. Our family was never about the size of the house, but what you can do with it. Just like Fixer was doing, with the swimming hole, and creating a landing space for emergency vehicles, we are talking of a small runway, for light planes, and introducing the flying doctor to the area, but that’s still on the drawing board.” Uncle Simon added, while looking down at the estate. That was massive, not just the home, but the surrounding buildings. Looks to be out of town a ways, too. Maybe a fifteen-minute drive to the nearest farm. We were maybe as far away as they are from town.

Looks like both families loved privacy.

Like last time, the landing was flawless, but with Savage as the pilot and all his flying hours, I would have been surprised if it wasnt. We took our time disembarking, and I handed out the containers of food in an attempt to kill time while Savage finished what he had to do.

I gave Savage a container of muffins once he joined us, and as one, we walked towards Grams and Gramps, both looking between the man and me, wondering who he was. I could see the moment Grams dismissed him as unimportant, just the pilot helping with the containers.

That changed when I took his hand, which was shaking and sweaty. Then, introduced him. I hadn’t expected Grams to collapse; fortunately, Tank did, and was on the move the moment mentioned my father’s name. Gramps stared at him, motionless, and tears started to fall.

“Gramps, where do you want Tank to take Grams?” I asked, moving forward to touch his arm to gain his attention; he turned and looked at Tank, who had Grams in his arms, bridal-style.

“This way.” Gramps led us to the lounge, where the other guests were waiting. They turned when we entered, and soon the woman was asking questions, while the men stood waiting.

Tank lowered her onto the long lounge and backed away so the ladies started fussing over her, like she was some fragile flower. One pulled out what I assumed was smelling salts, which made me think they were used to this type of behaviour and kept them on hand, just in case. We stood back watching, waiting, until Gramps reached a verdict.

“Mason…” Gramps started to gain Savage’s attention.

“Savage, Gramps.

“I corrected him with a smile.

“Right, Savage, can we talk in the other room?” He was hesitant and didn’t have his usual confidence when addressing Savage.

“Sure.” They left the room, and before disappearing out of sight, Savage turned and looked at me, and shrugged, before continuing to follow Gramps.

Grams woke, pushed the ladies away, and sat up, looking around the room.

“Where is he?” Grams asked, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know who she meant.

“Down the hall,” Tank replied. He was standing beside Uncle Simon, looking as perplexed as I was. What do we do now?

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