Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 208

Tank POV

“Tank, Fixer has a soft heart, and I can understand her not wanting the fighting to end, to find a solution, instead of always watching her back. Do you want to spend the rest of your life, wondering who was coming after you, or your children, with Fixer’s financial security? She will have enough people after her, or you and your children, for her wealth. Do you want the gang to be added to that worry all the time? Greedy people you will never get rid of, someone always wants what you have, but this vendetta, the revenge, it can have an ending, and maybe fate has stepped in, wiped out the problem, and given you an in to find a solution. Think about it, talk to Zero, and with Prez, and see if something good comes out of this.” Savage patted me on the back and walked towards the kitchen, most likely to comfort Fixer, or let her vent if need be, and as much as I want to run to her, Savage and Fixer are right. When does it end?

When do we stay? Enough is enough.

“What do you think, Prez? Can we put all that behind us? I thought we had until Fixer came along, when all that new information came out, and she was targeted by them again. With all these deaths, and their deaths, do we want to continue this?” I was on Fixer’s side. We have a baby coming. I needed to step up and be the dad I always wanted to be. Yes, I want to be with the club; it’s my life, always will be; it’s in the blood. But I am not one out to kill all the time, that’s too much hate to carry around. Defending one’s own was different from going out of our way to kill, and that was how it felt lately.

“Will call a meeting of members, old and existing, we need to talk about this. Our town won’t take long to get back on its feet, but some other towns are not so lucky as us. I can send an olive branch, but I need to hear from Simon or Tandy before I do. I want more facts first.” Prez said as he leaned down and kissed his child’s head.

“Do it, tonight if it’s possible, the roads are clear enough to get here,” I said, looking out the window. The weather had cleared, the rain stopped, and it was back as if it had never happened at all.

Prez pulled out his phone and started texting.

“Done, called the club in for eight tonight. Make sure Bruiser comes; he needs to hear this, too, and to get an apology.” Prez got up, and Sticks followed She was not happy with Fixer or me. Did she want the feud to continue indefinitely?

The nurse was upstairs, organising her things in the room allocated to her, and will soon change Sticks’ dressing and administer more painkillers. They said it was safe for the baby, but it was still a worry; you hear so many conflicting stories about it.

Fixer and Savage were making fried chicken, and wedges, soup, macaroni, and cheese. Easy food.

The hungry mob will be arriving in an hour.

“What can I do?” I asked, and these two looked like they had been working together in the kitchen for years. They moved around each other with ease

“Juice?” Savage suggested that one thing we all enjoyed was freshly squeezed juices, and we had the juicing machine, for more exotic drinks, like watermelon or peaches, when in season.

I pulled out a bag of oranges and got to work, cutting them in half, mundane work, I can see the appeal, keeping busy helps clear the mind. A radio was playing softly in the background, along with the clatter of pots and pans and the scrape of spoons or knives; it was soothing, in its own way. Like me in the workshop, changing the oil and doing a general tune-up on my bike is all routine.

Soon, the house was filled with chatter as Melony, Blaze, and Zero entered, talking animatedly about something that had happened in town. copied from jobnib-com They washed up and set the table. Sticks, Prez, Bruiser, and Danny, who was being carried by Bruiser, entered soon after, and introductions were made as we placed the food on the table for us to eat. Little Danny dug in like he hadn’t eaten in days, and beamed at the light conversation around the room.

“Meeting, one hour,” Prez announced as we started to clean up, and all too soon, we were headed next door, all in our own thoughts. I held Fixer around the waist as we entered the clubhouse. The place was packed with members, and all chatter stopped when Bruiser entered. Karen stayed home, getting Danny settled in the cottage. Danny was tired, been a long day for him.

“Thank you all for being here so quickly. Bruiser, come out here.” All eyes watched as he moved off the wall he was leaning on and walked to the front, his face void of expression.

“Bruiser, I owe you an apology for my misjudgment and ignoring a friend in need, when I should have been more understanding, listened, and seen the bigger picture. I failed you, as a friend and club president. Please accept my apology, and return to the club.” Prez said, causing a stir in the club.

“Explain?” One shouted.

The room got noisy as they shifted, with fewer than a quarter willing to assist them.

“I am a little disappointed. They have had a large number of deaths; their whole clubhouse was demolished, and the Prez and VP were among the dead.” As Prez spoke about the loss and how disappointed he was with the club’s response, more moved to the right, but still less than half.

“I am shocked at the lot of you, don’t ever come to me for help, because you may find it slow in getting to you. You, for instance, I have men working on your home, I am going to call them off, because you don’t deserve it, same with the rest of you.” Fixer shouted out, her voice cold. Turned and left the clubhouse; they don’t realise what they did by sparking her anger like this. She was on her phone as she left.

Soon, the person she singled out had his phone ring, and his face dropped. He had it on speaker, and we all heard his frantic wife calling to say the men and their gear had just up and left, and they had hardly started clearing, she was stuck because the driveway still had the tree across it, and they said something about other, more urgent people needed their assistance.

“Who is Fixer, that she has that power?” He called out, after hanging up on his wife, promising that he would fix it.

“A very powerful woman who can make your life better or worse, just by a phone call. She will be leading the repairs for the Jones gang and the town. This meeting was to give you a chance to be part of something better, to put old scores behind you and build a lasting relationship, I know we have been at war, but this was a chance to change that. The main instigators are dead, or so we

believe. Only a couple of women are alive, and they can do little to keep the war going.” Prez said, looking at the group, who were talking among themselves,

“Do you want to keep fighting? Worry if they target your child? Wife? I don’t.” I said, and left the meeting to catch up with Fixer. I know as VP I needed to be at the meeting, but my wife came first in this instance. I was not in the mood to stand and argue with them about the reasons behind our decision.