Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 55

Tank POV

I couldn’t believe all the food she pulled out of her bag. It just kept coming out of her bag, like it was a bottomless pit of food source.

I was starving, although I had a good breakfast, Max made sure of that; it was late in the day for lunch, but there was little we could do about that, we were already low flying over the land, not all our riders have the ability to do the speeds some of us can reach, not that they don’t want to, their bikes don’t have the capacity to get the higher speeds, especially with two up.

Max brought just the perfect amount of food, and I liked that she got a variety. The burgers weren’t overly large, and they didn’t take much to devour. They were made with paper-thin meat, just enough to say it was meat inside, and the lot was adding cheese and egg. If they were a good-sized chunks of beef, I wouldn’t have been able to eat all three. The chicken strips were no bigger than my little finger, two bites, and they were gone.

I think I will pay for three coffees later. Might have to stop on the side of the road and water the horse. Ha ha, what a saying, “water the horse.” Point the hose at the porcelain, and have a slash. I could think of a lot of ways to say, I am having a piss.

As Max threw away the rubbish, I pulled open her bag, trying to see what else she had in there. She appeared to be able to pull things out of her magic bag constantly. But she caught me and made it fun being caught.

I received the nod from Bruiser, it was time to leave.

Max was up and getting ready the moment I said it was time. She was quick, efficient, and was a joy to be around, no complaints, no hassles. I didn’t know there were girls out there who didn’t need you to give them attention all the time; it was a refreshing change from those who drag you down. I couldn’t help but give her a smirk as I patted the back seat of the bike. I wanted her arms around me, hugging me, knowing she was right there holding me. I will take what I can get; something tells me I am more in need of her company than she was of me, talk about role reversals.

Max snuggled in, watching all the club bikes leave, did a sweep around the area, making sure everyone was gone, and nothing was left behind. Then, I took off after them. I had always done this, for as long as I have been riding. It was a habit I started after I noticed someone had bike trouble. I saw, stopped to help, and since then, I do a sweep to make sure no one needs help.

Being raised to VP hasn’t stopped me from continuing to do so.

It was an excellent afternoon for riding; I was soon back near the front of the pack. Bruiser gave me a nod, then he took the position next to Prez. The three of us could talk to each other if we wanted to. A button on my device can switch from talking to Max to talking to them. It flashes red when they want to talk, and I push the button and reconnect to them, like now, they want me to listen in.

“Tonight, we are going to have to set some guards, groups of five, two-hour rotations.” Prez was saying, the Jones gang has lost the plot, the police want them for several illegal activities, including murder, drugs, guns, and rape. They have been sloppy and the evidence trail, can’t be denied, it’s the innocent ones, that were not part of their rampage, that I feel for, not everyone signed up for what they turned to, in a very short time, it would take time and a lot of work for Jones gang to get back to the reputation they had, before all hell broke loose. Trust doesn’t come back overnight; once broken, some might never trust them again.

“I will get a roster set up,” Bruiser replied. He was good at this part; that’s why he was one of the best enforcers around. He changed a lot of our systems, improving clubhouse security, making our club land safer, and increasing the number of houses being built on it.

“Tank, I am not opposed to you having Max join you on your two-hour turn; she can fight, just keep your mind on the job, and not the woman,” Prez said, surprising me a little. Our ladies don’t get involved like that.

“You sure?” Bruiser questioned him, and I didn’t take offence, understanding that it was a complete shift from our club’s protocols, set by his grandfather years ago.

“Max isn’t like the other ladies, and until you fill her with child, she can fight. No one will expect to see a woman on patrol, and we can use that to our advantage.” His tone said he wasn’t going to budge on this; his mind was made up.

“Will talk to Max, make sure she’s on board with that, I won’t force her,” I replied softly, hoping Max was too invested in the music to hear me talking.

“Fair enough.” The subject went back to other things we need to do, when we get home, calling in all club members to be on the club grounds. We have no idea how long we need to be extra vigilant; many Jones members are extra nasty and would gut you if they get a chance, because you wear our colours. All clubs had been on alert since this morning, after we left the camping grounds. Our club was one of the four targeted. Prez believes it’s because we are close, like a few towns away. Any club within four or five towns of theirs has had trouble in recent months.

The sun set, the lights on bikes lit up the roads ahead, and the ride changed. Night riding brought a different kind of danger. During the day, you can see enough to avoid danger from wild animals, and they tend to stay away from the road. At night, they come to the road for water and roadkill, which might be there, or are just crossing the road. The noise of so many bikes usually has them fleeing, but occasionally, you get a brave few that dart across in front of you, or don’t leave their meal.

The town arrived, and we skirted slowly around to the hotel, the car park was large and only a few cars in it, we had permission to set up tents for those not taking a room, as there weren’t enough rooms for us all, and personally, other than using the bathroom, I am more than happy to bunk down in a sleeping back outside under the stars, the weather was perfect, the skies clear, and a full moon.

Max helped me gather our bedrolls from the van and set up a place to sleep for the night. She was not against sleeping out in the night air.

Sticks called out that the food was ready, not long after we had set up where we were going to sleep. We entered the dining hall and saw a full roast spread waiting for us to dig in. I had just grabbed a plate when we heard a sick-sounding bike arriving late.

Max shoved her plate at me.

“Get me something, I’m gonna check on that bike.” Before I had a chance to argue, she was headed to the door, the eyes of the clan members watching her leave, until her back disappeared through the door. I had no choice but to comply, grabbing two plates piled high, a knife and forks, in my back pocket, along with two bottles of water, since I had no hands left to carry the cups of coffee.

“I will bring out some coffee later.” Cricket said as I turned to leave, eyeing the coffee pot with longing.

I nodded, smiled my thanks, and headed out to find Max.

She was under a car park light, on her knees before the bike, her toolkit spread out beside her, as she worked on it. The owner hovered close by, giving her what information he could.

“Dags, go get something to eat. I am going to have Max eat hers before continuing on the bike.” Dags nodded and left.

“Eat,” I said softly and moved to sit against the light pole.

“Sure, I want it to cool before I play with it, just wanted to get information and tools ready.” I was glad she didn’t argue with me and came to sit beside me, taking the plate I offered her.

“This looks good, thanks.” She said before pushing a baked potato into her mouth and gave a soft groan, a sound that went straight to my groin.