Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 35

Tank POV

We headed to the industrial section of town. There are a few vacant warehouses we considered fixing up and renting out. One of our brothers was considering starting a business, and a warehouse would be a perfect place to start.

The rumble of our bikes always turns heads our way, and everyone in town knows we’re on the move and in which direction we go. At least half the little town was family, in one way or another.

I saw the bikes parked in a row outside one of the warehouses, with no guards on the outside. We parked next door and walked to the warehouse. You would have thought someone would have come out to investigate; bikes are not exactly quiet.

A scream came from inside, a woman’s scream, one I knew immediately. I had heard it only yesterday.

Pixie.

Stupid girl, she was told to get out of town when she had the chance.

Slowly, we reached the warehouse and looked in.

There was Pixie, a bloody mess on the floor, sobbing. She looked worse than when we left her, and her face was pretty bad then. From my vantage point, one of the guys who was in the house with her yesterday was close by, but I couldn’t see the other two yet.

Bruiser hand-signaled the guys to spread out and get ready to enter.

I moved to Bruiser’s side, where being VP would be expected.

He nodded when I placed my hand on his shoulder, letting him know I was there, and he was in control.

He raised his hand so we could all see it, and, lowering a finger at a time, counted down when we should enter. When his hand became a fist, we entered the building. The others entered too, but kept back in the shadows, keeping out of plain sight for now.

“Jones,” Bruiser’s booming voice, entered the almost empty warehouse, above the sounds of Pixie’s cries, the two men I hadn’t been able to see from my hiding place, were on the ground, rolling in pain, and also looked at us as the six of us moved forward, the rest staying in the shadows for now.

“We are here to repay for an injustice done to us,” one of the Jones boys said, snarling at us, at the same time as kicking Pixie in the stomach. She screamed in pain as the foot connected. Even though I did not care for the woman, I didn’t like it, because it was not the way.

I believe men should treat women, not something I could stomach doing. My granny would be turning in her grave if I treated a woman so harshly.

“It would be preferred if you checked with us before you enter our area and got the approval to be on our turf.” Bruiser, ever the diplomat, Prez was a hit: first, ask questions later. Type person. That’s why he sent Bruiser to handle this and stayed behind. I am slow to temper, but once there, watch out. I balance out the Prez. I had been told that was a large part of why they picked me as VP. Plus, Bruiser didn’t want the position; he was happy being Sarge-of-arms.

“We would have, but we got word these birds were flying the coop, and we needed to bag ’em before they left.” A scuffy-looking man said, before he spat on the ground.

“I strongly suggest you take your problem away with you and leave our turf.” I could feel that Bruiser might be closer to wanting to rumble than I first thought; there was more to this that I was not privy to.

With a click of his fingers, two men moved forward and picked up the screaming Pixie.

“Don’t let them take me, Bruiser, please, they will kill me.” Bruiser snarled at her for calling out his name. We hadn’t used any till she opened her gob.

She was crying out all the way to a car that was parked at the entrance of this warehouse.

“We will leave these two with you; they were never part of our agreement with Pixie.” They kicked the guys on the floor as they walked past, leaving the warehouse.

Bruiser moved his hand in quick succession, signaling the guys to watch them.

I moved forward to check on the men on the floor and realized that since they didn’t even grunt when they were kicked, the guys were both dead. Their cries, which we had heard earlier, had gone.

“Call your cousin, we have two dead here,” I called out to Slug, who, for once, wasn’t drunk.

Half an hour later, his cousin arrived in a cruiser, two other cruisers accompanying them. Twelve men came and climbed out of the three cruisers and approached us.

“What happened?” The cousin asked, examining the two of us.

“We heard the Jones’ boys were in town; we got word they were here. We arrived to see them beating up a woman, and these two were on the ground, they were alive when we arrived, but have since died.” Bruiser said calmly. He was used to this sort of questioning.

I offered my phone as evidence, having put it on record when we arrived, and had it in my top pocket.

The coppa checked it out and then handed it to one of the other men to watch. The cousin, having had his fill of the two on the ground, pulled out his phone and called for forensics to come for the two bodies.

“We need to take statements from you all, you know the routine, get your men out of here.” My men, as he put it, hadn’t come this close; only the six of us had moved closer, and only I had checked the bodies. The others stayed back, not contaminating the evidence, as the coppa had kindly put it.

For the next five hours, yeah, five hours, they questioned all of us. Fortunately, they did it out there and did not try to drag us back to the station. It had been a long day.

We’re no snitches, but brutal force hasn’t worked on these Jones’ guys. We have been at war with them on more than one occasion, and we weren’t to blame for this killing, nor up to covering it up either. If we had left the bodies here and called them in, there was enough evidence to say we were here, and it would be even worse for us later. Plus, it was our town, our coppa’s, our judge; they follow the laws and give us as much slack as they can, without breaking them completely.

I watched the two lads get placed in body bags and loaded into the van.

These guys weren’t that bad.

Now they are dead because of Pixie.

I am sad that they hauled her away.

What she said would most likely be true. She would be dead by morning if they didn’t get what they wanted. Unless the police act before then, I think they need to get some jurisdiction or something to go to another town, but that is not my headache to worry about. She had been in trouble since she came to us, and we should never have let her in, as she was known for causing trouble, but our soft-hearted Sticks liked to give people the benefit of the doubt, and then regretted it, within the first month. But when we saw her true colors, we should have kicked her to the sideline, but somehow, like a rat, she kept finding ways back in.

“Thank you for your patience. You can go now.” The cousin informed us, “I know this is not over yet, but for now, we get to go home, get a decent meal, because we have gone all day with nothing but water and whatever snack we had on us.” The cops didn’t give us anything.

It was dark by the time we made it back to the clubhouse. We had to fuel up and talk about what went down before we made it back. A meeting will no doubt be called, and we will go over this all over again. We have to be on extra guard. Now the cops are involved, and two dead bodies on our turf.

We arrived back, and I was never so grateful to see home again. It had been a horrible day. I don’t think we got any answers. Bruiser was more intent on getting rid of the gang than interrogating them.

Many of the members were waiting for us to arrive. Having heard our bikes arriving, I was pleased to see that Maxine had come out to greet me. Well, I hope it was for me. Cricket raced over the Bruiser before he even managed to climb off his bike, and he effortlessly lifted her so she was straddling the bike, kissing him hard on the lips. I chuckled at the sight, one I never get tired of seeing, our girls happy to welcome us home.

“Hey, are you good?” Maxine asked me, standing beside my bike, hesitant about what to do next.

I didn’t pull her onto the bike, like Bruiser, but instead flipped my leg over, and had her standing between my thighs. I pulled her to my chest and gave her a long, hard kiss.

She didn’t resist, allowing me to get what I needed.