Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 75

Tank POV

It didn’t take much to carry the old bike over to her bench, it weighed less than some engines I lifted, it was awkward was all, it had no oil or fuel in it, having been emptied years, the bike was considered non repairable, and we had kept it, for memory sake, it belonged to a long-time member, that recently died, not on the bike, but old age. We kept the bike, promising to repair it, but no one had the know-how until now. Max had said with confidence that she could get it up and running again, and I did not doubt that she would; it might take a while, but she wouldn’t give up on it until we all heard the old walla running again.

I smiled to myself as I made my way to a small office of mine, which is in the back of the old workshop, I claimed it a few years ago, when I developed a talent at making the cuts, so out the back here, I would create the new ones for the noms about to be patched, including their new road names.

Today, though, I am working on one for Max, my lady. I had already created most of it; all I had to do was add a few final touches and her road name. I had several made cuts that were waiting for names and small details to be added, to personalise them, but this one I started on the day I met Max, almost like I knew she would one day be mine, I just hadn’t expected it to be so soon.

I took my time, going around the edges, making a small chain link; it was Max to a T. I loved it, and I hope she does too. I take pride in my work, but I think this was my best one yet. I had worked the leather to make it soft and pliable, yet still strong, just like her. The patch was complete, with my name and VP at the inside top of a V-Twin engine, I had made small bike chain links around the outside of the engine, and it made a shape of a loveheart, and her road name on the base of the engine, it looked cool, I think it stands out nicely, and the chains set it off, making it stand out, the back has the standard club name and emblem, its the front that sets them apart.

Smiling as I work the last part of the cut, ready for the Prez’s inspection, he checks them all over before they’re handed out. Sometimes he has minor changes to make. Still, this one, being my little lady and personal to me, he won’t insist on any changes, although he might suggest that I can take or leave.

A knock on my office door had me covering the cut before opening it. It was Prez.

“You done?” He asked, as he walked in, looking around my office, which smelled of acrylic paint, leather, and polish.

“Just then.” I moved to my desk and uncovered the cut. Prez takes it and turns it around, then back to the front, looking closer at the engine and what I had done.

“Perfect, I think the chains make it. I am impressed, best work yet. I like the engine, the way you have made it a heart, set in chains, is that a statement?” I didn’t know if he was joking or not.

“Chains, yeah, I guess you could say that. I am so wrapped up in Max, I am bound to her by chains of love.” I chuckled to myself at the irony of what I had just said.

“Sappy man, that’s so sappy.” He pretended to wipe a non-existent tear from his eyes.

“Do you think she will like it?” I asked, as the first chink of doubt entered my mind.

“This is a masterpiece, what’s not to like? She would have to be blind and stupid not to love it the moment she sees it, and be proud to wear it. I am worried, though.”

“Why?” I didn’t know if he was joking or not.

“Sticks will be jealous and want me to create her a new one. Especially when the baby comes.”

“I can add to her cut, putting the baby’s name on it. Got ideas on what you’re going to call it?” I asked, already having ideas running through my head.

“Boring, actually, we are calling it Alex, whether girl or boy.” I laughed because it’s true, and they both have a family member called Alex.

“I will put this away for Friday, got it worked out?” I asked, as I carefully folded and wrapped the cut in tissue paper, and put it in the cupboard.

“Yeah, now that the decision to have it on the grass, we’re going to bring the bikes on the grassed area, until after the ceremony, and then put them in the car park, twelve bikes, six a side. Pins, Cricket, and Sticks are the bridesmaids, and Sticks has a dress for her to wear. I don’t think it’s something you would ever find Max wearing. Sticks was going to keep the dress hidden till Friday, and get her to change into it, not giving her a chance to back out. Those three girls are going to make Max gorgeous, not that she isn’t in her cut jeans and blouse, but this will be something out of this world. Nothing you can dream up in your head, and no, I’m not telling you what it is.” Prez looked so smug, with his knowing look, that makes me want to push to get a hint out of him, but maybe leaving it all for the day would make it more fun, a better surprise.

“Finished till Friday, you need me for something?” I asked because Prez always needs something done.

“Names if you got them, and what you know about how they died.”

Prez gave them the names; the family should be informed, but we knew little about how they died.

“Thanks.” They should have names already. I have a feeling this was a test of some kind, and not just identification.

“Catch you Friday,” I said, shaking his hand before leaving and heading to the junk shop.

The bell on the door rang as we entered the shop, which smelled of old books and musk.

We headed to the bling and started to look through it. I was about to give up when I noticed something under a brooch.

“Can I look at the ring?” I pointed through the glass case. The woman, who looked older than time itself, moved the brooch with her gnarled, wrinkled hand and pulled out the ring, laying it on a cloth for me to look at.

The ring looked like bike chain links and small gems, one in each of the five links on the top.

“The blue means trust and truth, the green for wealth, Pink is love, yellow is confidence, and black is protection. It’s an antique. The woman had it made for her daughter before she passed on.”

“I will take it.” I didn’t haggle or even ask the price. This ring was my little lady.