Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 66

Maxine POV

The bike was in good condition. Tank looks after it well. I changed the oil because I didn’t know when he last did it and because it was a little dark. I topped up the brake fluid that was a little low and did a general tinker. Still, little for me to really do on his bike. I had a good look over it and came up with an idea for a paint job, but I would need to draw it and show it to Tank before I started.

I rerolled the swag, now it had a few hours in the sun, and removed the clothes I had washed off the line, folded them, and took them upstairs to our room.

It was getting late, and I thought Tank would be back soon, so I headed downstairs to see if they needed a hand. On the way down, I stopped short and listened.

“You should have seen them, going at it. Tank hangs longer than a horse, no wonder he’s called Tank, with his long shaft.” I moved slowly forward. Doris, none the wiser that I was behind her, the girls had seen me, but didn’t give me away.

“Doris, you shouldn’t have been up there; that’s out of the bounds area.” Pins said, not believing a word she was saying.

“I can go anywhere I want; nothing is stopping me from walking up those stairs and entering any of those rooms. Who’s going to stop me? You? Or are you going to run to Bruiser and blab? Now, back to Tank, those two were going at it like rabbits, and wow, I didn’t know I was into voyneurism, but watching those two, I had wet panties. That Max knows how to move her hips.”

I had heard enough. I tapped her on her shoulder, and she turned around, in time to gain my fist in her face. She screamed as she flew, sliding across the floor and stopping against the wall. Her nose pouring with blood, the sounds of bone breaking made me smile, she will be wearing two black eyes come morning.

Bruiser, Prez, Sticks, and Cricket all came rushing to us in response to the scream.

Bruiser shook his head when he saw me shaking my hand, getting the sting out of it, and moved to check on Doris.

“Get her to the doc,” Bruiser said, and two noms picked up an unconscious Doris and took her away.

“Anyone care to explain?” Prez was looking at the other ladies, standing by.

“Just Max giving that bi.tch, what she deserves.” Pins said, and the others agreed.

“Max, my office.” Prez turned and walked back the way he came, Bruiser following, the girls hanging back, no doubt to talk to them about what went down, get their version, not that I care.

I entered the office and sat in the naughty chair, as I had come to think of it, in front of his desk. Bruiser to the side, standing legs apart, arms folded, the Prez settled in his chair and leaned forward on his elbows to stare down at me. Even sitting up straight and high as I could go would still have them towering over me.

“Care to give me more than? “she got what she deserved,” Prez asked, raising an eyebrow at

So I told him about her opening our door and wanting to stay to watch.

That got both men, wide-eyed in shock.

I wasn’t sure if it was in shock because she entered our room without permission, or wanted to watch, or that we were being intimate. Not what they thought, but I wasn’t going into details about that part.

“Go on. That was hours ago. What triggered this?” Bruiser managed to croak out once he got his face back to blank.

gave a slow explanation of why I knocked the woman out, and now I was calm, happy to have gotten a hit on her, because I had been itching to do it since she burst into our room and had been so rude. Who knows how far I would have let Tank reach? We might have been about to give each other some pleasure.

“I also want to add that she’s not welcome here, and I firmly believe she could be the mole. The girls had told me earlier that she came with a prospect, and they broke up when he couldn’t give her enough time. Something was seriously wrong with that girl. Pins said she wasn’t worried or scared when we were attacked and that she wasn’t behaving normally, under such threats to us, like she knew she wouldn’t get hurt. Pins thought she might know something about the Joneses coming. I don’t know about that, but according to the ladies I talked to, she doesn’t add up. Like, why was she here when she didn’t belong to any of the guys? She was like Pixie, sneaking in and giving the guys what they wanted, so she didn’t look out of place. But no patch claimed her as their girl.” I folded my arms defensively, realised what I had done, and unfolded them.

“I will question her when she wakes up,” Bruiser said, getting a nod from Prez.

“When will Tank be back?” I had just asked when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” Prez called out, giving me a knowing smile.

“We have overloaded you, I get it, it’s time we review what I want out of you.” He said, rubbing his chin.

“What do you want out of me? What about what I want?” I climbed off Tank, lap; he didn’t try to hold me back.

“You.” I poked Bruiser on the chest.

“Want my life?” I poked him again.

“You telling me what to do?” I poked him again.

“What do I have to do?” I poked him again.

“Do I get a say in it?” I poked him again.

“What if I just leave the club, and be done with it, nothing stopping me from walking out that door, and returning to Mike’s bike shop, or better still, leave the town altogether. I am over this. I have tried to fit in, and you still want more out of me. None of the other women has to do even a tiny bit of what you expect me to do. I am done, over it.” I poked him one more time and then stormed out of the office. I had thought of going up to my room, but changed direction and headed to my workshop.

I was fuming.

Tears were flowing down my cheeks; it was more than being told what to do, it was the slow catch-up on yesterday, all those men I sewed up, the carnage, it brought unwanted memories.

I found a corner in my workshop, leaving all lights off, and let the emotions flow.

I cried for those guys I treated, I cried for the girls who were shell-shocked, I cried for all those I couldn’t help in my past, street kids, Grandma, and lastly Grandpa, when he died, my whole life feel apart, I don’t think I had grieved him like I should of, I was too angry with the world.