Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 65

Tank POV

My mind ran through what Max and I talked about.

My little lady had had a hard life, worse than most males or females have gone through. My heart broke for her. I didn’t pity her; that would be the last thing she would want from me, was pity, but I couldn’t help but wish I knew her better, or should I say sooner. We all went to the same schools.

At twenty-five, I am five years older, so she would not have even been on my radar, just a kid in my eyes, even my brother, being a year younger, wouldn’t have been on her radar. It’s a shame that none of us would have seen her as anything more than a kid, yet here we are, as adults, looking at her with warmth and lust. Yeah, I am a man; of course, I lust after that body. The woman is gorgeous, sweet, kind, and puts others first.

I want to smother her, keep her safe, give her a life she deserves, but so far, all I have managed to do is take her to a camp that was full of trouble, and return at breakneck speed, and drop her off in a war-ravaged zone, and she shone, like always. I feel maybe I am not giving her enough, but this was our life.

What can I do or provide that would make her life better?

I thought long and hard about this. As I approached the hospital, it was a small place, being a small town. Still, it had modern, up-to-date equipment and resources thanks to our club, and the guys who have the business sense to invest in the best places, bringing in income to help build our town.

I was greeted by a cute young nurse who swayed her hips seductively as she walked slightly in front of me, which was a waste of time on my part; I wasn’t the least bit interested. I was here for a reason, and getting with a woman, or even getting her number, was not on that list. She led me to our boys, chatting all the way, and none of it was to do with my bros, and more to do with nightlife, and how she would love to visit the club and see what our lifestyle was all about.

Not happening by me, I am not interested, but she didn’t get the memo, still focused on herself and what she wanted.

“You know where I am, if you want some company.” Winked at me and left me at the door.

All five were in a ward by themselves. This ward would hold six, leaving one bed empty.

“Was that nurse chatt’n you up?” all eyes on me, smirks on their faces.

“Yeah, but I am not interested, you know I have a little lady wait’n at home.” I shrugged at them, taking in their condition.

“She tried every one of us. At the time, we were too far gone on the drugs they gave us, but listening to her talk, she would get a rabbit stamp. I wouldn’t mind giving her a round or two, but nothing more than a quick romp; she looks like she would be the clingy type.” That had the others laughing in agreement.

I filled them in on this morning’s meeting.

“Mole? Does anyone think of someone who might be doing something strange, or maybe in the wrong place?” Stringer asked, and that brought back the memory of Doris this morning.

“Actually, now that you asked the question that way, yes. I was c**k blocked this morning.” I admit, her barging in and her facial expression really annoyed me.

“Who?”

“Doris. I don’t know much about her, only know her name, because Max gave her lip service, and she bolted.” I say, scratching my beard in thought, a habit I had developed, and am finding it hard to break.

“She doesn’t belong to anyone yet, and should not have been anywhere near your bedroom. She was a scrubber, came with a nom, his bird, but he dumped her or she dumped him, because she couldn’t handle the initiation period that he had to go through, that was about two or three months ago, they parted ways.”

“Do you think the nom could be a mole too, the pair of them?” I asked, trying to think of the four noms we have at the moment.

“Call it gut instinct, but we just knew that something was going down. I called the Prez and told him that they arrived on our turf, and our scout was watching them. Then told him they were at the gate.”

“Yeah, I was so relieved to hear you had arrived. I was in the ER when my phone rang, informing me you were on the grounds, organising the guys, we tried Tank, we really did, but they were strong, brought their heavies, armed with knives and guns, we did what we could, fought them off, like in our training, and then…” He looked around to make sure the door was still closed.

“I struggled with one guy, who had a shorn-off shotgun, and it went off, blowing his head off, splattering his blood all over me, making my ears ring, then someone stabbed me in the back, and I was out for the count. Woke up in ER, don’t even know how I got there. Half his face was gone.”

“Hey, it was you or him; it could have gone either way. I am glad it was him, can’t lose my bro.” I slapped him on the back, brotherly.

“They skedadled, quick fast, taking the dead man with them, strapped on the back of some dude, that was when our guys got the van out of the shed, and loaded up the wounded, racing us to the ER.”

Well, that answered a lot of questions, and something I can give Prez when I get home.

It just occurred to me that they talked to me, not just to give information that we all want, but actually talked like the old times, maybe this had broken the stigma of a boss, situation, at least with this group.

I hope so.

The doctor came, and after some pressure from the lads, he let them go, with instructions. I asked them to hand it to me in writing so I could give it to our medical officer, who could look after them. Reluctantly, they let all five go, only because we had a doctor on site. They gave me a big fat envelope with discharge letters and future treatment.

I escorted them slowly to the front doors and had them sit and wait for me to get the vehicle before bundling them in and heading home with a happy group to be out of there, not that overnight was long, but I get it.