Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 27

Tank POV

Besides being turned on by my little lady when she was giving Bruiser some stick and making the Prez work to get out what he wanted, I would have to say the meeting went in directions I hadn’t expected.

I thought I would be hearing something along the same lines as when we get a new prospect in and test them in the gym: ‘sloppy’, ‘needs lots of work’, ‘not strong enough’, ‘needs to leam the basics’.

But I heard nothing like that.

Bruiser was full of praise and even suggested using her for training others and a girl group; my pride was through the roof. We had a hidden gem here, and her parents were stupid to throw her away; although that was good for us, we would never have approached her like this if the family hadn’t been so foolish. So after they kicked her out and Mike comered her, she opened up to him and told him enough for him to approach Prez and ask for the rooms above the bike shop. Mike had said he knew she had been having home troubles for years, but nothing had prepared him for what was happening. He thought it was normal sibling rivalry, but this went deeper than that. Further than he thought possible.

I pushed away the negative thoughts and stayed with the positive. Nothing had prepared me for the Angel who walked into the workshop and started helping us; instead of flirting with the patch member, she was entirely the opposite of any girl who walked onto our turf, and so perfect to me.

“Starting tomorrow, Maxine will begin her training. She will spend the first two hours of her day working with Bruiser, then she can go work in her workshop. And then later, when club scrubbers start to arrive, she stands at the door with Bruiser. Also, to be at his side, when we get unexpected visitors, she can be our secret weapon; men will underestimate her. Win-win for us.” Prez started giving orders to Maxine, who sat patiently while he finished. If she was against any of it, she didn’t show it. My little lady hides her emotions well, too well.

“I have a few changes to that.” Max started, looking the Prez in the eyes. He nodded.

“One hour in the morning, not two, if he hurts me during training, I am done for the day, and I don’t want to waste a day, well not unless you want to put that paint job on hold, so far you have loaded me up with so much work, it’s impossible to do any in the timeline you have given me, in addition to the extra work load you have just piled on me, just because I can defend myself.” I shook my head. No one had talked back to the Prez like this before. As VP, I should be standing up for him, but my gut told me to stay quiet and let my little lady fight this one.

They talked for another half an hour. My little lady was quiet with the negotiator. I don’t think the Prez knew what hit him.

We left the Prez and Bruiser to discuss the changes that Max had put in place. It seemed reasonable to me what they had expected from her; there were not enough hours in the day to complete, let alone do some of the repairs or paintwork.

After sitting out on the patio, listening to the others chat about the upcoming run, I notice Max yawning, but trying to hide it.

“Come, let’s hit the hay,” I whisper in her ear, and chuckle. She rubs it with the back of her hand, and my beard tickles her each time, and I love watching her react to it.

“Yeah, that workout with Bruiser was a killer, and to think I got to be up at six, to do more training, I asked to skip tomorrow but Prez wouldn’t hear of it, said I got to start and tomorrow was a good a time as any, I have wasted most of today, and haven’t go much done. in the workshop.” She complains, this must be the only person I have met who was complaining because they didn’t get to work for long enough. Most of us don’t want to work at all, unless it is on our own bikes.

Max was asleep in my arms almost straight away, she wiggled a few times to get comfortable and then the long slow breathing of sleep took over, I lay for a bit longer, enjoying holding her close to me, for a change I wasn’t forming a semi, I was more content to be near her and not having my bodily urges pushing me to take her. This was different and new, and strange. I have no clue what was going on inside of me, but I like how she makes me feel, and how she can calm me down, just by sitting on my lap or touching me when I am raging inside.

My phone ringing woke me; it was still dark outside.

“Need help, come to the bike shop.” Mike’s voice broke over the phone, and he hung up before I could ask questions.

I climbed out, used the bathroom, and got dressed there, hoping to stay quiet so Max could sleep. I returned to the bedroom to find Max waiting for me, fully clothed.

“Wait need the bathroom.” I have no idea why she was coming.

“Bruiser called me, said to come with you.”

“Anything else?”

“Nope, I don’t even know where we are going, but apparently it’s part of my job as a bouncer to go on these calls.” I wanted to scream and shout that it was no place for a woman, but I could already hear her response to know not to say a word. They warned me in the office, and I had to follow orders. In a way, this was testing me as VP, and I can’t stuff this up.

“Bringing your bike or blowflying?” I asked, and I wouldn’t mind her on the back of my bike.

“Too sore to ride, best I blowfly.” Yesss! I thought as we made it down the stairs, where the Prez, Bruiser, and several guys were waiting for us, outside, bikes were already alive and rumbling, waiting for us.

Max grabs her lid from the back of her bike, and puts it on, no one talks, it’s all action, time to get to town and fast, I have no clue what has gone down, but Mike wouldn’t call in the middle of the night for nothing. Max doesn’t hesitate to climb on the back, causing Bruiser and Prez to raise their brow and smirk.

Prez took the lead, and the others waited for me to follow close behind. It felt odd being in the front of the pack when I often drift to the back to help stragglers. We arrive way too soon. I was enjoying the feel of Max on my back, her body warmth permeating through my leather jacket.

I pulled up, and Max jumped off. She stood before the building, her hands on her hips, as she stared at the bike shop.

Someone had smashed the front window and written some nasty comments about Max on the walls. It wouldn’t take a genius to work out that this was Pixie’s fault; she must have thought that Max was still living upstairs. It was no secret that she had been given that flat.

“Do you think it was my sister and ex or Pixie and her minions?” Maxine asked no one in particular.

“We have surveillance cameras; we shall know soon enough.”

“Cops?” She asks, I don’t blame her for asking, this was in town, the cops will see it for sure, and there’s a fifty-fifty chance they will want answers.

“If it’s Pixie, we will deal; if it’s your sister and ex, your call,” Prez said, which must have shocked us all, because the Prez never lets the cops in on our business.

“If it were my sister, do the same to her as you would Pixie; she deserves no less.” Maxine spat out, the hurt obvious in her voice.

Mike comes out of the shop and stands before Prez.

“The kid living above called me. He was woken by the breaking of glass and called me, watching from the window above. He said he saw the car, two girls, and four guys, and had the license plate number for us to investigate.”

“Did the alarm go off?”

“Yeah, I got the silent alarm message and was on my way here when the kid phoned. I missed them, though, would have liked to catch a glimpse of the car at least.” Mike handed over a piece of paper, glanced at it, then handed it to Bruiser. He looked at it and shared it with Max.

“Nope, not the ex or my sister’s car number.” I was relieved to hear that. I was hoping it was Pixie; it was time to deal with her.