Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 67

Tank POV

“What just happened?” I asked the room, as I stood up, staring at the door that Max had just walked out of.

“Don’t know, but that was one scary woman. Glad she’s yours and not mine, I don’t think I would survive when she gets angry.” Prez said, looking at Bruiser, who was rubbing his chest, where Max had been poking him.

“Is she still mine? That sounded a lot like she was leaving me. I better not have lost my little lady, she’s the best thing that happened in my life.” I said, wondering if I should go hunt her down or stay and finish the meeting. Something tells me to go to her, and fuk the gang. In this instance, she comes first. I have to learn if I am going to have a woman, to separate the two, and give to her first when I can, and it does not conflict with the club. Another learning curve.

“We have gone too far, expected too much, no one could be expected to do everything we have loaded her up with, it’s not humanly possible,” Prez said, looking sick at what they had done.

“I hold you both personally responsible for hurting my little lady. NO MORE! I won’t allow it. She is precious to me.” I don’t know what came over me. I have never defied my Prez before, but I won’t stand by and watch them pull her apart anymore.

“Go find her. I am sorry, what she said was true. We’ve been treating her like a nom, loading her up with work, till she burst. She can do so many things, and I think we found her limit. Plus her sad past. I should have taken into account what she had been through. I don’t know a lot, but what I do know was beyond breaking point for most men, let alone a young girl, too young to even have lived yet, and shouldn’t have to see all that ..” Bruiser admitted that he was the main instigator of her workload. He saw something and wanted to monopolize on it, but forgetting she was a woman, not one of the guys. Although she is that as well, but not like this, and now I am rambling in circles.

I didn’t need to be told twice; I was out that door and rushed up the stairs, two at a time, pushing our door open and dreading what I would find. But she wasn’t here. I walked to the balcony, and she wasn’t out there. The only other place that I think she would go was the workshop and her grandpa’s things. To be surrounded by something familiar to her, to give her comfort.

I rushed downstairs, almost knocking Sticks over as I hurried out the door. The workshop door was locked, but I had the access, so I put my hand on the sensor pad and heard the click, letting myself in.

You need to use the sensor pad to get into our room. How did Doris open our door? Did we not lock it?

Something to think about later, need to find my little lady first.

I let the door close behind me, and I stood there in the dark, listening. I waited for adjust to the darkness, the light from the windows giving enough to see around, though it was getting late, and that light wouldn’t last long.

No sound at all, I had expected to hear her working or screaming or swearing, but not this, not nothing but silence, was she not in here?

I opened the paint room door; it was hard to see in, but I knew somehow it was empty.

I walked to her mini office, and she wasn’t there. The computer wasn’t on, and there was no sign she had touched it today.

Where can she be?

I looked around, searching the area with my eyes and ears, the best I could in this dim light.

Then I heard a faint sniffle. I turned and headed to where I thought it was coming from, walking between machinery that belonged to Max.

There, sitting on the floor, leaning against her Grandpa’s lathe, was my little lady, her legs bent up, her arms folded across her knees, her head resting on her arms, her shoulders shaking up and down as she quietly cried, and my heart bled for her.

I moved to sit beside her. I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing.

I pulled out a small pack of tissues that I had grabbed from our bedroom and held them out to her.

At first, with her head down, she didn’t see it, her head still buried in her arms, but eventually she raised her head, gave a sad chuckle, and took the packet. She blew her nose a few times and wiped her eyes.

“No more,” she said with a sniffle.

“I know.”

“It’s too much.”

“I know.”

“It’s tearing me apart, inside.” She blew her nose again.

“I know.”

I am only one person.”

“I know.”

“I can’t do all that work.”

“I know.”

“I thought it when we were at camp, but never felt the right time to say it. Then all the BS started, and I never got the chance to think about how I felt.” I was trying to be as honest as I could. I felt it was needed now.

Just the two of us.

I would stay here on the ground, with her in my arms all night, if that were what she wanted.

“Sorry about Doris. But she went too far,” she sniffled again.

“When she wakes, we will find out what we need, and then take her to another town and kick her to the curb. She can go crawling back to wherever she came from. AND! Never be sorry for doing what you felt you needed to do. I have a sort of solution to suggest to you, but it won’t deter all women; some don’t understand our way.” I started, and the more I thought about it, the more it felt right.

“What?” She asked, her fingers playing with my hair, her face tilted up, searching my face, with a softness I had never seen before.

“Be my lady, wear my cut.” I breathed out.

“You’re sure? It’s a big step.” She asked, looking at me, with hope sparkling in her eyes.

“Yeah, I knew you were special to me, the very first day, in the workshop, I felt the need to hold you, protect you, but it took a few weeks to identify what it was. You are mine, and I am yours. It was like I found my missing piece. Say yes.” I pushed, hoping she was on the same page as me.

“I would love to wear your cut, show everyone you are mine.” She lifted her head and captured my lips, her tongue invading my mouth, and I accepted it hungrily.

Pulling back, she looked at me, tears running down her cheeks again. I lifted my hand and, using my index finger, wiped them away.

“Happy tears.” She explained.

“I will talk to Sticks and Prez, organize a ceremony party, where I will present it to you in front of everyone. It will take me the week to finish making it.” I leaned down and kissed her nose.

“You have already started making one?”

“Yep, about a week, after you moved into my bed, I knew I didn’t want you to leave it ever again. I know it was fast, but when you know, you know.” I wanted to move, take her upstairs, and finish what we started earlier, but at the same time, I don’t want to do it just because she was vulnerable right now.