Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 38

Maxine POV

The girls and I were in the kitchen cleaning up. Once the guys had headed to their meeting, with most of them grumbling, we could start clearing the tables. Now that the guys were at the meeting, we could relax a little. The girls were in a better mood now that they were home.

“We picked a good night to do the pool competition. It looks like the guys would do with a pick-me-up,” Cricket said as we got stuck into our chores.

“Sticks, why did they need me to be a bouncer? I have seen some of the girls in the gym; it’s not like you need me to be one?” I asked as I dipped my hands in the hot water to clean the pots. Asking the questions that have been bugging me for a while, the women are not weak.

“We do need someone. In the past, I was the one who sorted out punishments for non-patch members. The best the guys would do was kick them out the door, and the next time they returned, they started all over again, fighting over who would try for whom, and it got sickening. It was suggested to give the girl a sock in the mouth, that would sort them, but none of us could be bothered; it wasn’t our problem if those hoes fought amongst themselves. In the end, the Prez said it lowers morale, and so I tried, but then I got pregnant.” I squealed, I hadn’t heard that bit of news.

“How far along are you?” I love babies; they are so innocent.

“Four months along, we were going to change to Cricket, but then she got pregnant, and before you ask, she is eight weeks along. We needed someone to be like Bruiser, someone who could be the one they called on to be the sorter, but none of the girls wanted the job; they liked watching the bi.tches fight over the men, who then rejected their advances.” Sticks placed some plates in the dishwasher.

“When you pulled Pixie away and made her bleed, we all knew we had our fixer. But we didn’t think you would be that good. It was Prez who wanted to see if you could hold your own when they are out of club grounds and need someone sorted. With us being pregnant, he was feeling extra protective of us. He loved that his club was growing. This way. Did you know we have a crèche here on the grounds now? We have a large property, and they are building more homes, places where couples can live and have the kids play, away from the main clubhouse. It’s going to be great.” The excitement in her voice was adorable.

“Now that the kitchen is done, let’s go to the games room and take over the two pool tables, before the guys come out, then we’ll hit them with the competition. Maxi Max, when you win, we all split it, okay?” There were four of us in the kitchen. It appears the same ones always come and work in the kitchen. I had thought it was for everyone, but those who don’t live on the ground don’t have to, and to me, that was just wrong. If you eat, you help clean, and I might bring that up one day.

“Agreed, we work as a team, and good luck, girls.” From what I have seen, I don’t expect any to last through the first round.

It worked like a dream. Cricket and Sticks had the guys putting their hands in their pockets, and soon we had our game on, and it was only us, four that bet on me winning. To make it look innocent, we put a bet on each of us four. The guys thought it was cute that we were supporting each other, but we hoped to win the betting pot. If I win, my winnings will go four ways. It’s only right after today, we won’t get this opportunity again.

Sticks, Tugg, and the noms worked out the system, and soon we had our bets done, entries made, and names in the bag.

Sticks laughed each time she managed to pot a ball.

“That’s the way Sticks knew you had a way with balls.” I laughed along as we joked with each other. I had seen a couple of guys spit out their mouthfuls of drink at some of our crude comments; we were almost as bad as they were, and some of their insults were just as crude.

It was fun, and each time more names were drawn out, I started to wonder if my name was in the bag. All the other girls had been on and lost, although I have to admit that Cricket had made the guy work hard for the win. More names were read out, and we were getting close to everyone having played; only four of us were left.

“Maxine, Dandy,” the Prez read out at last. “At last, I get to play.” I cheered, as I moved to choose a cue stick, I had been eyeing one off that was at least straight.

Then the remarks started, just like I had expected, as I got ready to play. Chalking my cue and happily accepting the go first.

The guy stood nearby, and I deliberately leaned over to give those behind me a sight of my rear-end as I gave it a little wiggle. I heard a groan and smiled that at least that part of me was working. I got told to use all my assets to win, and I was going to.

I lined up the cue with the ball and hit it a little to the left and low, causing it to move forward quickly and spin as it did so. The sound of the white ball hitting the stack was loud, with a solid loud crack, and balls scattered all over the pool table, three dropping into pockets. I had hoped for four to fall.

A few whistles at the break had mouths open and eyes darting from me to the table as I chalked the cue end again, looking around the table for the best way to play the balls.

“Girl, you rock, get those balls put away,” Sticks called out, over the others making crude comments, and a few ‘lucky breaks’.

I systematically downed all the balls, leaving the guy open-mouthed for not getting the chance to approach the table.

“Am I out?” He asked, looked at the Prez, shocked and hopeful.

“Yep,” Prez replied, with a smirk.

“But I didn’t get to play,” he complained, grumbling about how unfair it was.

He threw his cue stick on the table and walked to the bar, still grumbling, and two more names were called,

“Good work, but why didn’t you let him come to the table?” Cricket asked as I sat with the girls.

“Don’t know how good he is, can’t risk him being able to pot out.” I shrugged, thinking nothing of it. If I were in a competition at the hotel, they wouldn’t give me a chance to play.

It was nothing to me; a win is a win. Why would I allow him to get on the table and get a chance to knock me out?

We watched as the last few played, and the next round started.

“Maxine, Dodger.” The Prez called out.

“Who goes first?” Dodger asked, looking hopefully to the Prez.

“Maxine’s name was pulled out first, she breaks.” Dodger put his pool cue away and went to sit at the bar, already conceding that I wouldn’t let him at the table, and he was right. If the break was a good one, I could pot out every time.

I won, to the cheers of the girls, and the guy who was looking after the betting, crossed off more names.

“Prez, I think we were scammed; only the girls bet on Maxine.” I heard it being whispered.

“All the girls bet on each other, nothing wrong with that. The fact that none of the guys bet on one girl shows you a lack of judgment, not a scam. If they had scammed us, it was about time. How many times have we taken advantage of women? About time, they had someone to compete against you men. I think this has been an eye-opener to all the club members, not to underestimate the girls in the future.” Prez looked over at me and winked; he knew but wasn’t going to call us out on it. Sticks would have mentioned it to him as the names were being placed in the bag.

The night got late, and I was tired and ready for bed, but it wasn’t over yet. Tank was still in the running, and I hoped I would not go against him. Relieved when his name was called and not against me, we were down to the last four. We each stood at a table, and as my name was called second, I could be out now, if this guy could pot out.

Lucky for me, he had been drinking. After he managed to pot half his balls, he missed his shot, and I was at the table, taking my time, to clear the table. He shook my hand when the black went down and patted me on the back.

*Like to give you another game, when I am not so drunk.” He chuckled as he staggered away.

Tank lost his game because he was too busy watching mine to concentrate on his.

The last game was challenging. I thought it was over. The guy broke and cleared all but one ball, his ball hit one of mine, which was hovering close to the pocket, sending my ball in.

‘Game over, buddy.” One of the cheer squads called out, and she was right, give me an in, and it was over. I am beatable, I do miss the ball sometimes. But not today, too much was at stake, and I was on fire.