Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 53

Tank POV

I reached the guys, and together we moved a bit away from our tents and met with other clubs. Their Presidents and VPS came to talk with us.

“The weekend meet is closing. As of now, all events are off.” One of the Presidents said.

“What gives?” Another asked softly, keeping their voices low.

“Jones gang, been giving us all trouble, I hear your club coped with it recently too, they’ve been on a drug frenzy, and killing spree.” He replied, as if that was enough to close early.

“Yes, we had a run-in recently. What’s the rest?’ Prez asked the question on our lips.

“The girls squealed. When we put the pressure on, they headed this way. They should arrive at dusk, with guns a blazing. Best none of us be here, for that, and keep scouts out for a while. They are out for blood; we are all targets.” His VP answered.

“What started it? This time.” I asked, knowing that it was over some broad the Prez liked that belonged to someone else, the last time.

“You know Pixie?” VP asked, looking around the group as many heads nodded.

“Who doesn’t?” Bruiser answered with disgust.

“She was just killed. Her body was found cut into pieces; however, word is she had some nasty things to say before she died, all lies, but they believe her. We don’t know the whole story, but she had implicated a few clubs in her web of lies, and now we are all on alert. We had thought that now she was dead, things would be over, that was, until we questioned those women. It’s only the beginning. They are out for blood, anyone’s blood, and your woman was mentioned a few times, Tank. Pixie hated her. Any clue why? From what I have seen and heard, she can hold her own and is very talented. What she did on the Prez’s bike was a masterpiece. Talent like that is rare.”

“She disciplined her, was getting out of hand, also came on to me, and well, let’s say my little lady didn’t like that much.” I chuckled at the memory of the kitchen moment.

“Disciplined?”

“Yeah, she’s like Bruiser, but for the girls, many of us aren’t keen on slapping girls around, and if one steps out of line, that requires a heavy hand, she will dish it out. Our vision of Sergeant-at-arms, girls’ version.” Prez added with a smile.

“Wow, got to find a woman like that for myself.” We chuckled.

“Good luck, I think they threw the mould away when she was made,” I said with a smile.

“We shut up shop and catch up later. This was a bust for day one; it wasn’t a couple’s weekend any of us planned.”

We chuckled and talked about moving forward, plans to help out, if called, we are a close-knit group for the most part, we have our own rules, but no agro between us, so far we have each other’s backs, some are like us, practically own the town they are in, and help out the committee the best we can.

“Right, we need to be gone. Most of us will be riding most of the night. Be careful out there, especially if you are going near or past Jones’ turf.”

We broke up, and Prez, Bruiser, and I got our heads together.

“Instead of heading straight home, how about we take the longer route, and stay at Mints Inn, for the night, so that we avoid going in the direction of Jones’ turf, and it would be good to catch up with them again. Bruiser calls the places we would not be going to, let them know, so they don’t start cooking food for us, and we do not show up.” We broke up after Prez gave us orders, and I headed off to find Max.

She was sitting leaning against my bike, I pulled out my phone and took a picture, it was too good an opportunity to miss.

It tore into me that she thought all this was because of her. What did Max’s family do to her for her to accept blame so easily?

She looked confused when men approached us. I saw her tense up and was ready to fight. It warmed my heart.

I walked beside her to the bathroom, and let her enter the bathroom alone, but made sure I kept the door entrance in view, while I peed on the wet sacks. I moved to stand by the door, listening. There were no sounds of a struggle or fighting, so I rested my back and left leg against the wall, watching the tents be dismantled and the place emptying. I don’t know what happened to the girls or guys, other than being questioned, but by the sounds of it, they were roughed up. Where’d they go after that? Don’t know and don’t care.

Max came out, and I pushed off the wall, pulled her to me, and walked back to the bikes, our area now completely dismantled and ready to move out. Bikes and vehicles were started. Prez took the lead, Bruiser followed, and I would start at the rear, making sure we all left. I walked around making sure nothing was left behind, and no one I knew was still here. Our spot was empty and clean.

I climbed on my bike, started it, put on my lid, as the bike warmed up, and signaled for Max to climb on. When I had finished getting ready, she had thrown her leg over and snuggled in behind me. I took off, slow at first, and once out of the gate, picked up speed. It didn’t take me long to catch up to the end of our club members. I stayed at the back till we hit the main road, then took off to catch up to the front. Prez kept us within the speed limit until I reached him, and then he opened the throttle.

Tunes started to belt through our headphones, and Max sang softly with the songs.

I kept my eyes open, looking around the area, even the truck stop, even the parking bay, for any signs of trouble. It was stressful for me, and I was worried about what could be waiting for us. But it was lower than it could have been if Max hadn’t been singing; she kept me calm and focused without even knowing she was doing it.

She wiggled a bit, then moved forward.

“Open wide.” She purred, sultry. I got a semi from her tone.

I opened my mouth, and one of her tasty treats found its way in. I crunched into the fruit-and-nut mix, enjoying its flavor. I thought she had run out.

“Where’d you have them hidden?” I asked once I swallowed the mouthful.

“Made some and packed them in the bag that went in the van.” She giggled and offered me another one.

“If I had known you had more, I would have harassed you to bring them out last night.”

“Nope, they’re travelling food, not bed snacks.” She retorted.

“I would have gotten them eventually,” I argued.

“Nope.” She was adamant, I wouldn’t have gotten them.

“I would tickle you till you caved.” I joked back, not having a clue whether she was ticklish.

“No, that’s not fair, you wouldn’t, would you?” She played along.

“You’re holding food to ransom, of course I would.” I watched the parking bay closely, as we flew past, and noticed most of us did the same. Until we are far away from Jones’ turf, will I stop being paranoid?

“What are you looking for?” Max asked. She noticed. Of course, she would; that’s why she’s so good at what she does. Her Grandpa trained her well.

“Jones,” I replied, not trying to hide it from her. There was only so much I could tell her; our women don’t get involved in this side of the gang business, no need to worry them unnecessarily.

Max, being Max, didn’t ask any further.

When we rode past the next parking bay, I noticed her in my mirrors; she was looking too, but not just the bay, but across the road.

“Why across the road?” I asked her, not hiding that I’d noticed her checking the place out.

“Might hide bike in parking bay, or have them in plain sight, but put shooters across the road, get you from both sides, one shooting as you come, the other at any, that make it through, so no cross shooting, and get more that way.” I hadn’t thought of that, and she was right.

Of course, she’s right

We rode through three more towns, before we started to relax, we had gone a different way than what the gang would have expected, if they even knew we had left early, we were more worried we’d come across them while we were on the road, heading our way, but at least now, we are not that far from our stop for the night.