Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 50

Maxine POV

I had placed the food and coffee on the ground, keeping the coffee lid on so it wouldn’t go cold.

Tank was gone longer than I had expected. That coffee kept calling my name, so I picked up the cup, pushed that little tab in, which some coffee cups have, and took a sip, when three large, scruffy-looking men stood before me, legs apart, hands on their hips, like they were something powerful and deserved attention.

Well, not from this girl.

“Hello, gorgeous, can we sit with you?” One asked, a smirk on his face.

“Nope, I am taken,” I replied, taking another sip of my coffee.

“Don’t be like that. We want to get to know you better.” He tried again, his friend chuckling at his innuendo.

“Nope, not interested,” I replied again. Placing my coffee down, because I knew what was coming, some people do get it when you don’t want their company.

He sat down and leaned forward to touch my face with one hand.

“I can make you feel so good.” He said, trying to sound seductive, but it came out like someone who had a dry throat and could use a breath mint.

I grabbed his wrist and squeezed, digging my nails in before sending him to the floor, got to my feet, and well, the rest was history. My training kicked in, and what happened next was a blur. I blanked out for a moment, to a different time, but the ending was the same. I blinked a few times and shook my head, clearing my thoughts, bringing me back to now.

The man was on the ground, holding his bleeding nose, and the fight was over; his mates were being restrained, and as I was back in the present, I asked for them to be released.

Dragging the man away, I couldn’t resist suggesting some ice on his face; that area must be in pain.

Cricket and Bruiser said nothing at first, and I ate in silence, waiting, because I knew they would want me to talk about this, but really, this was nothing compared to what I had been through, and if more was to come, so be it.

Cricket was the first to ask how I was. Tank was asking her to leave it be.

Prez and Sticks arrived and sat with us. As I finished my bacon sandwich, I gave Tank the one with egg in it.

“Heard you just had some fun.” Sticks says casually, and I roll my eyes at her attempt to get information, having missed the action.

“Just been allowed to release some built-up anger, nothing I can’t handle,” I replied, because it was an opportunity that was over far too quickly, and I hardly got rid of any anger I had gained from those two women yesterday.

“Only you would see that as an opportunity to clear some anger.” Chuckled, Bruiser, at my reply.

What could I say? Years of taking punishment from my family taught me to take it out on the streets, since I couldn’t win at home.

“What’s on the agenda today?” I asked, in an attempt to move on from the incident.

“There are a few more games, but general chit-chat, and catching up.” Sticks answered, then took the last bite of her food.

“If this is how the couple’s event will be, I think it needs to change its name because few clubs are honoring the theme of the couples’ weekend. In the past, it was couples bonding and having a good time, but now it’s the same as any gang’s get-together.” Cricket added, rubbing her hands together to rid them of crumbs and grease.

I agree, this year hasn’t started well for Max, and all these singles hitting on us, it just isn’t right, not what was promised,” Prez said with venom. He, too, was fed up with singles showing up and trying their luck.

“You know one entered our tent last night, tried to join Cricket and Bruiser, although I don’t think they knew who was in that part of the tent, it would have been pot luck, Bruiser threw her out, she left crying. So far, I am not impressed by the amount of attention our club was getting; we have never had this before.” Prez murmured as we watched the awakening crowd.

Bodies on the ground roll over groaning, before getting up and staggering away.

“Do you think there’s something more going on?” I asked, as it appeared, from an outsider looking in.

“Yeah, but what?” Bruiser said, rubbing his chin in thought.

“Trying to cause dissension in the club, your club’s solid, maybe someone or some gang wants some of what you got, and causing tension in the club would break you apart,” I suggested softly, trying to picture Bruiser naked, throwing a chick out.

“We solid won’t happen.” Cricket smartly replied, but doubt marred her face.

“What if someone had a camera and was waiting for the girl to be cast out, catch who was slinging her out? I am presuming you were naked?” I suggested, thinking of ways a girl sneaking in could be used.

“I wasn’t, but she was. I hear you, but we know the truth, regardless of what photos may be produced. We are solid.” Bruiser frowned at what I was getting at.

“But no one else does; those other clubs will see the photos and make their own assumptions. Lucky it wasn’t Prez that threw her out.” I continued with my thoughts, piecing it all together.

The ping of Prez’s phone had him pulling out and groaning.

“Look.” He turned the phone around, and there was a picture of the girl being chucked out of the tent, Bruiser in the background, looking angry, and a caption, “Does he like a threesome?”

“Now it begins,” I said, wondering who would be the first to ask for more information.

“Let’s enjoy the day. If it gets out of hand, we leave. For now, come on, pretend nothing has happened.” Bruiser said, getting up and reaching out for Cricket.

We headed, and I followed meekly, tucked protectively under Tank’s arm. Whispers had already started, and I knew things would either get nasty or fade away quickly. Anyone with a brain could see the chick was being thrown out. In disgust, there was no kissing involved, so how could they suggest he had just had two women at the same time? I guess people see what they want, or maybe place doubts in their minds, that’s enough for whatever purpose they had in mind.

Prez’s phone pinged again, and he pulled it out, looked at it for a long while, and then looked back at us, me, and put his phone away.

“Someone must have taken pictures of you, too,” Tank said softly, squeezing me to let me know he had my back. It was reassuring to have him with me.

We came to a large lake, beautiful and crystal clear, Fish darted about under the water; the surface sparkled like diamonds. A gentle breeze sent small waves across it. The place was perfect, peaceful.

Suddenly, a loud splash, I turned in time to see some heads pop up.

A guy had jumped in, taking a woman with him; he helped her surface, then moved back a bit, giving her space and laughing as he went. She was spluttering and calling him names, and then she tried to swim at him to dunk him. The laughter broke the tension that had been building in our little group. As the two played in the water.

“Look,” Prez said, a man of few words, handing his phone to Tank, who shared it with me.

It showed the man approaching, and I could even hear him talking to me. The person had captured the whole incident. The second video was of a man in the medical tent, a bag of ice on his nose, told to take it easy for a few days. This was a setup, or why would the whole incident be captured? Unless someone noticed them coming towards me, and knew something was about to go down.

Tank handed the phone back and waited for Prez to say something. He just nodded and continued to where the sounds of laughter and cheering were going on.

This area was muddy from the river’s tide, having soaked it overnight, a sort of swampy area, but apparently it will be dry before the days out. Two men were in a cordoned-off area, mud-wrestling. It was challenging to get a good hold on the opponent, both bare-chested and in jeans, which would restrict their movement, I thought. It was interesting to see it in action for the first time. Both were taking deep breaths, as neither appeared to be getting the upper hand.

“Are there rules to this game?” I asked Tank as we watched them, I couldn’t make heads or tails of how to win.

“Yes, must be on your knees, and hold someone down like normal wrestling for three seconds. I think it’s best-of-three; I am not sure they follow the rules here, though. It’s not my scene.” Tank shrugged. As we watched, it didn’t appeal to me either. I don’t want to climb in and get muddy. Besides, I didn’t bring enough changes of clothing to waste some on rolling in the mud.