Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 62

Max POV

I woke to Tank softly snoring and his breath tickling my ear.

Slowly, I inched my way out of his hold and rushed to the bathroom. I was bursting to the degree it was painful. I washed my face and returned to bed. The moment I threw my leg over Tank’s thigh, he moved to pull me closer and wrapped his arm around me, giving me his shoulder to rest my head on. He never opened his eyes or made any sign that he was awake. It was like he had done it all on autopilot. He sighed in contentment, like I was back where I belonged. Or I was wishful thinking.

I managed to find sleep again before Tank moved and woke me.

“Need to pee.” He groaned as he crawled out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom.

Taking this chance, I got dressed and was in the middle of slipping on my boots when Tank returned.

“Going somewhere?” he grumbled, poking his bottom lip out in a sulk.

“Getting us some food,” I replied, and Tank’s stomach made a loud noise in agreement.

“You bringing back a tray?” he looked hopeful.

“Yeah, climb back in, will return soon, with something.” I didn’t know what, but I can cook something.

I moved quickly downstairs and entered the kitchen. It seemed breakfast was over, and the girls were cleaning up.

“Hey, Chicklett, I saved you some food,” Cricket said, and pulled out two plates from the oven.

“Thanks.” I placed them on a tray. At the same time, Sticks placed two coffees on it too.

“How are you today? Need more tea?” I asked, and she had better color than the last time I had seen her.

“Maybe later, my morning sickness seems to be more in the afternoon. Don’t think this baby can tell the time.” She joked, causing the rest of us to laugh along with her.

I carried the tray back upstairs, avoiding hearing or asking how the injured were doing. I know if they said they needed bandages changed, I would have rushed the food to get started on that work. I really want to find out whether my workshop survived yesterday’s attack and see for myself.

I kicked the door open and closed it with my hip. Tank sat up the moment I kicked the door open. He rubbed his hands together as I neared with the tray and placed it on his thighs.

Kicked off my boots and climbed onto the bed. Tank handed me a plate, and we dug in. Tank pinched some of my bacon, and I was too slow to slap his hand away.

“It was where I learned to fight dirty, not the style Grandpa taught, but rougher, you had to, to stay alive. There was a gang war, it was brutal, and I lost a few mates. Guns, Knives, you name it, someone had one. The aftermath was bodies everywhere, someone showed up with first aid gear, and I didn’t think I just started to sew up those I could, some had their guts hanging out, I stuffed the gizzards back in and sewed what I could, strapped them up, and one of the other guys had a van, started loading up the bad ones, and took them to hospital, when the police arrived, most scattered, but I was one of the unlucky ones, refusing to leave the injured, they didn’t stop me for doing what I could, until the real paramedics arrived, and I was carted off to the cop shop. Some copper was nice, and he gave me a friendly warning and let me go with Grandpa. We both knew we would meet again at some point. He called me a good villain and wouldn’t charge me for doing good. He didn’t know how involved I had been in the fighting, but after watching me sew up some of the guys and strap up those I couldn’t sew, he thought I was more likely to be a doctor or something like that when I grew up; he could be further from the truth.” I laughed coldly.

“You have seen some of the harder side of life, no wonder, you dug in and got things done, most likely seen more death and destruction than most of us in the club” He had held me all through my confession, kissing my hair, rubbing his hand up and down my arm, in comfort, I was not sure who he was trying to comfort, me or him.

“What about you? You dived in the help without blinking, got the crew, organised, you got some talent with people.” I praised him, not everyone can walk into a war zone as we had, and take over, doing what needs to be done. He was a champ, even gave some a comfort hug, before sending them to do something to keep them busy.

“Am VP now, Prez said I needed to get here fast; he didn’t want himself or Bruiser to race here, not with the girls expecting. The vans were full of our gear, no room to stick them in there, we didn’t exactly repack carefully, and if the fighting were still on, that would be the last place he wanted the girls to be. I called him to let him know the fight was over. They were going to leave the women in town if the fighting was still on. Hence, the need for us to get here fast, I wasn’t worried about you. I have seen you in action at training. You can hold your own.” Was that a good thing? Riding into a war was not something I had expected, but then I am with a gang, and anything could happen. I guess.

“Taking your woman into battle isn’t a man thing.” I cringed at my tone, but it was too late to soften it.

“Didn’t think to be honest, Prez said step up, and I did, you being my woman meant you too had to step up, but I get what you are saying, if I had thought about it, I would have left you with the van, fit you in somehow, but I was more interested in getting here, and helping out, attacking from the rear. Sorry for dragging you here as I did. I barely gave you any information.”

“You gave me none, just that we were under attack. I figured the rest out on my own.” I nudged him and grinned up at him.

“You.” He leaned down and kissed me.

I wrapped both arms around his neck and held on, not letting that kiss stop. He must have gotten the idea because he rolled me over and took over, deepening the kiss till we were both breathless, and I could feel his shaft getting hard. He was still in only his boxers, and they left almost nothing to the imagination.