Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 200

Tank POV

“Today was our best day. We have a Granddaughter a great-grandchild coming, and the return of our son, ‘Mason’, known as Savage.” Gramps had stood and was addressing the room. I almost blurted out, ‘What about me?’, but held my tongue when Fixer squeezed my hand and shook her head, almost like she had read my mind.

“Don’t forget Tank, too, Dad. He’s a big part of this.” Savage reminded him, and I was grateful he mentioned me, and I didn’t need to.

“Too right, son, we have lots to discuss, will you stay the night?” He asked hopefully.

“No, Fixer needs to get back, her friend had a baby recently and was getting out of the hospital today, bringing the baby home. Fixer wants to be there for the welcome home, and I would, too.” Savage replied, making me feel a whole lot better, that he had our backs.

“Then next week, we make a time for all of us together, and discuss being a family. We know where you are now, and can pop in from time to time.” Grams added, and I could already see her working overtime.

“Friendly visits, sounds fine, no unexpected arrivals, and remember be have our own lives to live you can’t live it for us.” I guess Savage was warning his mother, before she gets carried away. I know she would if she could get away with it, so used to ordering people around, it was second nature to her, and rarely does someone say no.

“We can’t next weekend, we have a small party,” I interjected, my little woman’s party.

“What? Can’t you cancel?” She was a pushy, demanding woman, part of always getting her own way, and I saw that side that Savage didn’t like. Can’t say I am that keen either.

“It’s Fixer’s twenty-first birthday, and have some friends coming over to celebrate, and Savage will be there too; he missed too many of her birthdays. So we won’t be cancelling it.” I replied firmly, gaining another squeeze on my hand again from Fixer, reminding me of my tone.

“Why didn’t you tell us, Mason?” Grams complained bitterly.

“We were not discussing Fixer in there; you were too busy pounding me for my life, and I will remind you again, I go by Savage now.” He reminded Grams, with a little heat in his voice, I am guessing that the fences are further from mended, but then miracles don’t happen overnight.

“Careful, remember where we are.” Fixer’s soft voice floated in the room, gaining stink eyes from Grams, which had Fixer chuckling.

“Then move your party here, we have space and can make it a grand event.” Grams tried a different way.

“It’s planned, too late to change, plus I am not interested in having a ‘grand event’, it’s a quiet party between friends. Nothing too elaborate.” Fixer argued back in a cool tone. That had Savage and

Uncle Simon chuckling. Her tone was well known to us, and Grams had no chance of changing her mind.

“Darling, talk some sense into her, will you? She might listen to you.” Grams asked Savage, her tone pleading.

“Nope, this.was her day, her decision, keep Tank and me out of it,” Savage said, his hands raised in surrender.

“Simon?” Persistent this woman.

“Not a chance.” Uncle Simon shrugged.

The rest of the afternoon went, well, the visitors all settled into little groups and chatted away. Fixer had joined a little ladies’ group, appeared to be holding her own, and wasn’t being pushed in any direction; she kept her answers vague. Me? Well, I stayed beside Savage and Uncle Simon. We joined the few men who had braved this get-together, with their wives, most likely to keep them under control, or, in one case, to take his wife home once she got too drunk to make coherent conversation, which won’t be long.

I was so relieved when Fixer moved beside me, and I placed my arm around her waist.

“Time.” She whispered to Savage, who nodded.

“It’s getting late, have a newborn waiting for us by now, see you on Wednesday. G Savage announced, and after a few hugs and goodbyes, we headed out, Grams wee

Why?

Who knows with that woman, she can cry at the drop of a hat, must be years of training, that must work, for her to keep trying to use it. But it doesn’t work on us, and she was finding that out fast. Gramps sucked it up and tried to talk some sense into her, but it’s hard to change years of habit.

Savage got the chopper warming up, happy to get out of their reach. Fixer let them give her one last hug and kiss on the cheek before moving to the chopper, and I helped her in. Uncle Simon was already seated beside Savage, watching him at work.

I handed Fixer the headset before picking up mine, and soon we were lifting off, and glad to be in the air.

“Are you okay? Savage.” Fixer asked once we had leveled out, and the tension was gone.

“Yep, wasn’t so bad, but like you, had to keep saying no to Mother; she hasn’t changed much, but Dad has, and he will attempt to keep her in line. I told them I would not be stepping into the family business; it’s all yours, and I, you are my boss; if they wish to meet up with me, it needs to be on my days off or clearance from you.” Savage and Uncle Simon were laughing at that. I can’t see Grams asking Fixer’s permission to have Savage over on a workday.