Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 61

Tank POV

The ride started okay. Prez wanted us at the back in case of another breakdown, hoping that if there was, Max could do a quick repair or something. I feel they are expecting too much from her. But she dived in without being asked, when Dags limped in, and I think she would be happy to help out where she could.

Then the call came.

“Tank, get home. The Jones gang has members in force arriving at the gate; they look like they are out for blood. Bruiser and I can’t go, not with our ladies on board, can’t take a pregnant woman into battle. They are going to need your guidance. If you’re the VP, they will listen and take your orders.” Prez’s urgent voice came over the speaker.

I didn’t hesitate; my home was under attack. I took off; it was still a fuel-up and a two-and-a-half-hour ride to get home at top speed. I was glad Max tinkered with my bike after she finished with Dags. She said it was to see if she could get that little extra out of it. My bike flew, faster than ever before, and with two up, was saying something.

I was angry and frustrated; it wasn’t like we could call anyone to help, and they had attacked when the strongest were away. It wasn’t till I had calmed down that I thought to say anything to Max, and then it wasn’t much, and, to my relief, he didn’t push me for answers I couldn’t give. Not that I didn’t want to, but what could I say? I know little.

“Tank, they have broken through the gates and are attacking the place. The guys are fighting, the girl is in the hole. Be ready for anything.” Prez said, not long after I had left refueling, I couldn’t get fast enough, any quicker, and it would be too dangerous. I could already, taking risks, I wouldn’t usually take, especially with someone on the back. Risking my life was one thing, but taking someone with me was another. Max fed me, which I appreciated, kept me hydrated, and I was going to need all the strength I could muster if I were to arrive and start fighting.

The gates were broken, cars were on fire, windows were broken, and the fight was over.

Max rushed inside the moment I parked the bike, and the lads surrounded me.

“Stop, one at a time. You get help and fix the gate, you get a team together, and you get those fires out. You take pictures of everything. We need proof for the Prez. You! Report.” I heard about the fighting, how many they estimated, that it stopped when a guy was killed, and they dragged his body away, who was now in the hospital with knife wounds, and I half expect the cops to come visiting to investigate the wounding. Luckily, they didn’t get far; the guys did a great job defending the place. The injured were many; most would need stitching, a few broken bones, which Doc can fix when he gets here. I searched around the outside, checking for damage. They hadn’t come to the back, where they could have caused much worse damage, like setting fire to our fuel storage, which holds flammable liquid and expensive equipment. They weren’t very organised, like amateurs, our guys did well, repelling them back, putting their lives on the line.

I checked on Max after I had organised the clean-up crew, and the injured were sent inside to see whoever was doing the first aid. I had seen them come out bandaged, and they looked reasonably good; whoever was playing doctor sort of knows what they are doing. Doc can double-check them all when he arrives.

I stopped at the door and couldn’t believe my eyes. Max had cordoned off an area, using chairs for those waiting to be seen to sit on and take turns, cots brought in for some to lie in, and she was sewing up the wounded with skilled precision, and had others make bandages.

“Hey, you’re doing a great job,” I said, softly as she finished bandaging one of the guys.

“Can you hold that guy still for me? His shoulder needs to be put back in, but no one has the strength to keep him still.” I nodded and stood behind the man, held on to him, turning his face away.

Max lifted his arm till his hand was raised and moved it about a little, her fingers digging in his shoulder, and then suddenly pulled it; we all heard the pop. The man paled, but didn’t make a sound. Max lifted his arm and smiled.

“There, try not to lift anything heavy for a few days, and if the pain gets too much, get drunk.” I laughed, as did the guys around us, who heard her. Even in all this chaos, she still managed to get them to laugh and relax.

“The doc is about half an hour out, you good?” I asked, looking around at those still waiting to be treated.

“Yep, the worst was over; there’s a little sewing and bandaging left, nothing life-threatening. I sent two upstairs to the guest room, gave them some sedatives to help with the pain, one with a broken leg, and the other with a broken arm. I don’t have what’s needed to treat them. I strapped them up for the doc to check out. I might get the doc to check on them when he gets here. I’ve done what I can, but I’m no medic.” For someone with no medical background, I think she did a fantastic job. So many are squeamish when dealing with a lot of blood.

“Doc! Max has been medic, sewing, setting dislocations, etc, two are upstairs in the guest room, sleeping. Max gave them sedatives to help with the pain and did what she could; they have broken bones, beyond her ability. Before you check out our guys at the hospital, word is they have deep knife wounds.” I said, and Doc nodded, and Prez gave him the go-ahead to check on them.

“Police?” Bruiser asked, checking someone on his phone.

“Not yet, but with some in hospital, it won’t be long.”

“Need to hear from Max, can you go get her, please?” I couldn’t believe this. Please was almost unheard of in this room.

Max didn’t blink, came and gave a report like she had done this millions of times before, and left, hopefully to eat and rest; she had done more than she should.

We wrapped up the meeting, and I left, leaving Prez and Bruiser to take over for the rest of the night.

I ate what I could before heading upstairs to check on Max. I was worried for her; this was a war zone, and most of the girls looked shell-shocked.

My little lady was fast asleep, cuddling my pillow.