Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 23

Tank POV

Bruiser stopped Prez to talk business, and the Prez waved me on. I was not ready for all the workload yet; what I got so far today already filled my head to overflowing. There was so much more to learn about being VP than I had expected, not that I am not up for the challenge, I feel I needed a change, but wow, not all this at once.

I had just finished getting all I needed out of the fridge to start-making a sandwich when Pixie walked in. Why she was out the back was anyone’s guess, but before I could question her, she began her act. She makes me want to break my personal promise of never hitting a woman. Pixie had been gunning for me for years now, and I have never given her any sign that I was interested. If anything, I had pushed her away a bit too hard on more than one occasion; ignoring her doesn’t work.

The scream and Pixie’s hands leaving my body suddenly had me twirling around fast, in time to catch my girl throw Pixie as if she weighed nothing at all.

To my great relief, plus excitement and pride, I got hard watching my girl.

Max looked like she was ready to kill, her face flushed with anger, disgust, and determination all rolled into one.

Prez and anyone within earshot came rushing to the kitchen to find out what the screaming was about, ready to fight or to give first aid. Neither was needed; my girl had it all under control.

I have never had a chick fight for me like this; they were more like ganging up to have a turn, not fight for what was theirs, but then I never asked a girl to be mine before.

I liked it.

The Prez banned her, yeah, about time, she tried to get on with most patch members, whether they were taken or not, it was about time to get rid of her for good, but that was not my call.

“Maxine, you good?” Bruiser asked, looking at her, who was tucked tightly in my arms. She was shaking, but I don’t think it was from fear; it was more likely adrenaline. She turned in my arms, keeping contact with me.

“Yep, sorry about all the commotion, didn’t mean to cause so much drama.” She apologized.

“You have nothing to apologize for, that chick had no right being back there, and hitting on your guy. You did nothing wrong. Your hands okay?”

Max raised her hand to find a large amount of brown hair entwined in her fingers, and she took a large chunk out of that girl’s head.

I reached down and removed it from her fingers, and then checked her hand.

“She’s good,” I say to Bruiser as Max snuggles back into my cheek. Her shaking wasn’t so bad.

The guys slowly left the kitchen. Now, the excitement was gone. Bruiser and the Prez stayed and helped me make sandwiches. Max was now composed and was making coffee.

You could hear her taking deep, calming breaths.

We left her to work through whatever was going on in her mind, and be here if needed.

“The road trip, we have our two overnights at a campsite sorted, some of the other gangs will meet up there for a fun night, before heading back home. Would love the road trip to be longer, but maybe on the four-day weekend, we can do a kids run and set up some games. Think the families would love a trip that included the brats.” Bruiser chatted away with Prez. The weekend run sounds like fun; it’s a long weekend, and most long weekends, we try to have a run that includes the woman. That was the only time we would consist of the women. When we go on week-long runs, the girls stay home. It was going to be interesting trying to keep Max home. She was a biker, not a blow fly.

“Can I have two sandwiches?” Max asks shyly. It was rare for us guys to serve a woman, like we are now, but we do fix our own often. I like doing things for Max; it makes me feel good inside, pleasing her.

How can a woman do this to me in such a short time?

This new me was never on the cards. If you had told me six months ago that I would have a woman, and I would do anything for her, I would have told you that you were dreaming. Yet here I am doing things I didn’t think I would ever do, even the thought of being VP wasn’t on my to-do wish list.

We headed out to the chairs on the patio and sat.

I handed Max a plate, and we sat down to eat.

The guys kept looking at Max, as if she was going to break down or something. We don’t have girls as strong as her; most are delicate, I don’t mean how much they weigh, although most were tiny compared to us, but her inner strength, her ability to fight when needed, not a girl that needed our protection, all the time, she was one of the boys, and that was what was making us, all watching waiting and uncertain.

“Maxi Max, you sure you are good? You’ve gone quiet on us, and it’s scaring me.” Sticks touched Maxine on the shoulder to get her to look at her. Sticks looked worried and motherly.

“Did I hurt her badly she wailed like a banshee,” Max replied, looking concerned.

The group burst into chuckles, the tension broken.

That’s my girl.

“She’s fine, most of the hair in your hand was extensions, not pulled out by the roots, there were some that were, the bang on her head didn’t bleed, and doubt would have put any sense into her pea brain. Don’t worry that chick has had worse.” Sticks reassured her, pulling her into a hug.

“You worry too much. If you had hurt her, she deserved it,” one of the guys said from the back. I looked at him; he had this proud look on his face. A growing group surrounded us, all watching

Maxine with concern and pride.

“I know who to come to when those tarts start to annoy us, we have a female ‘Sargeant of arms.” Another quipped.

“What? You want me to get angry and beat up some chick for you?” Maxine looked shocked, appalled.

“We don’t hit women, well, most of us don’t, and we need someone who ain’t afraid to give them a slap if it’s needed, pull them back into line,” Bruiser added, rubbing his chin in thought, like he often does.

I pulled Max onto my lap. Now that she had finished eating, I wanted to feel her, make sure she was okay. To my relief, her shaking was gone.

“She got my years of built-up hate and anger. I wasn’t going to let someone walk in and take my man. Heck, I hadn’t even had a chance to really get to know Tank, yet, like it early in our relationship. I have had enough of chicks thinking they can come and take. Not going to happen, chicks need to learn the word no, means no too. Just like men do.” Maxine was still angry, but angry for a different reason this time.

“So you gonna take the job?’ Sticks pushed, we needed a woman who was not afraid to fight. They don’t come around often, and her fight, by the look of it, would be fists, not slaps and hair pulling.

“What was a real job offer?” Maxine looked up at me, and then at the Prez, then back at me. A frown marred her face.

“Too right, why not, girls need someone to come to, and I am positive, you won’t go beating them up for no good reason,” Prez said, shrugging.

‘Just don’t hurt those hands, we need you to be still able to paint the bikes.” Bruiser chuckled, looking at her hands, which were no longer shaking.

“Does that mean I have to join the parties, like do I need to be at the door like Bruiser does?” She asked, and all eyes turned to Bruiser and the Prez.

“Let’s talk about this in my office, not something I want to talk about out here. Officers, let’s chat, we will call you when we have nutted out how we want to better utilise your skills for the gang.”

The Prez stood up, meaning the meeting was now. I had to let my girl go and do the job. Right now, I don’t like being VP; I would prefer to hold my girl for a little longer, not talk about how to use her.

My girl, a bouncer, inside I was all churned up, a mixture of pride and something I couldn’t place.