Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 201

Fixer POV

It was good to be out of my Grandparents’ house, that’s what it was to me, a house, not a home; it’s the type of house you would find pictured in a glossy magazine.

It fails the look and feel of a real home.

I want the place I live in to feel lived in. I am already moving things higher and out of harm’s way, for when the babies reach the age to crawl and walk about, the last thing I need is for Sticks to worry that her child broke something, even with their own playroom, and extras around the place, little hands always find something they shouldn’t.

Besides the house, I felt like I was under a microscope the whole time, the ladies judging me, my looks, the way I acted, and coming up short, too bad for them. I am not changing to suit them. The men looked me up and down, some with a smirk, others with lust, which gave me the creeps, and dirty, just from their roaming eyes, and a one with a knowing look, that he could see through the walls I had erected.

“Thanks for the backup,” I said, which sounded loud in the headphones. I felt like I was sho but I am told I am doing just fine.

“We have each other’s backs, and I was using you more than you needed me. You stood up to my mother really well; I’m very proud of you.” Savage said, as we fell quiet because his radio had another man’s voice over ours, he had received a message over the radio and had changed course a little bit.

“Have some bad weather front coming in, need to be a little lower, we should make it back from it hits, but the landing might be a little rough,” Savage explained, what the message meant, which we all could hear.

“Wednesday, I am guessing the meeting will go for a few hours. Why don’t you take the day to walk around the city? It must have been a while since you were there last.” I suggested, wondering what he would do, can’t stand around the airport all day, waiting for me.

“I have some plans, don’t worry, which include refueling and ordering some fuel to be delivered home. Now that we have the fuel tanks established some oils, workshop equipment, and new clothes. Call me when you can, give about half an hour’s heads up.” Savage said, the tanks are ready? I didn’t know that, thought a few more days, so much change, in such a little time.

“How did it go with Grams and Gramps? Did you sort out your differences?” I asked, I couldn’t wait any longer, just had to know.

“Yes, and No. I forgave them and then argued that was not moving back to their home, as they wanted me to; that you are the heir; and that if you need help, I would help if I could, but I want nothing to do with the family estate or businesses. like what I am doing, and don’t plan on changing that. I don’t think I could cope, having been in the field so long.” Savage was trying to be honest with me, and I appreciated that.

“Yeah, figured you wouldn’t want to be stuck at a desk, making decisions, but the other side of it? You forgave them, but have you forgiven yourself?” pushed because it’s hard to forgive if you keep carrying the hurt inside.

“Too deep, while flying, ask me later, when we land.” He started to speak to someone on the radio, so I looked out the window, my chin resting on my hand. Outside, in the distance, we could see dark clouds heading our way and lightning flashing through them. So beautiful from up here, but deadly if we get caught in it.

The landing wasn’t as smooth, but he was battling winds as they picked up.

“Out, be careful, got to get the chopper in the hangar before the wind gets too strong.” We didn’t hesitate to climb out and rush away, and turned to watch him stay low and fly into the hangar. So glad Uncle Simon suggested the hangar be built taller than standard, just for this situation.

Savage stayed in the hangar; he had to log off and report back, and do what pilots do when the finish in the sky, also to inform them of the storm, I guess, from a pilot’s point of view.

“Lots of reasons, you behaved at the Grandparents, backed up Savage when he needed it, and now in the kitchen, making the guys feel good, about making a mess in the kitchen, and I hope when they cooked, it was edible.” He chuckled again as he removed his boots and socks.

I washed my sweaty feet and face in the bathroom and returned to put on fresh socks. I would not put on footwear, just the house socks. Together, we headed back down to find the kitchen in a lot better state than earlier, and the table was set, ready for the rest of the group to return.

“I heard the girls arrive, and think Prez too,” Blaze said as he put the last of the pots away.

No sooner had he mentioned the others than voices were heard coming down the hall.

“Hey, that smells good,” Jenny shouted as she walked by, and up the stairs, her hand laden with shopping bags, I don’t know how a girl can need so many clothes, she had far more shoe do, as well, and don’t start me on the accessories, bags, bling, and who knows what else.

Prez was carrying the cradle with the baby in it, in one hand, and her bags in the other. Sticks walked slowly, looking pale, and she kept stopping to catch her breath. Trying to hide that she was in pain and was due for her meds.

“Sweetie, the idea would be to take the pain medication before the pain sets in,” I said, as I rushed to give her some painkillers and water. She took them without question and sat in the nearest chair.

“Nurse will be here in the morning, said couldn’t make it. The storm downed a tree in her street, and she can’t get out. Can you help me till she comes tomorrow? I know you were going to the swimming hole for a picnic tomorrow with Tandy and his family, but with this storm, it might get cancelled.” Sticks asked as Prez carefully set the baby, still in the carry basket thing, on the ground near Sticks and raced upstairs with her bags. Does that baby carrier have a name? I must look that up. I know little about babies, yet I ordered a lot of stuff. Just pointed and purchased, if I could see a benefit in having it.