Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 76

Maxine POV

Hours passed before I stopped for a break, and I would move to something different for a little while. I had told myself, only to put a few hours a day on the old bike, and the rest on the paintwork, or repairs, depending on what came in that was urgent.

First things first, coffee, I need a drink and something to nibble on.

The kitchen was active, preparing for dinner. Lunch was a help yourself to whatever was in the fridge; most were out and about, some getting material to finish the club repairs, while others were just out for the ride, taking a break till tomorrow, when all the big work would be completed. Some painting can be done. The club outside part of the building was getting a new coat of paint and a new window treatment. Some kind of reinforced mesh to cover the windows, stronger than the old stuff, wire-infused glass, and sadly, some bars to stop entry.

I made a sandwich and got out of there fast. I felt I was in the way, as the ladies tried to work around me. I grabbed some bottles of water, forgoing the coffee; the coffee pot was empty, meaning I would have to brew a new one, and that would mean longer with me in the way. I too one last look of longing at the empty coffee, before I left.

There’s a large tree out the back, that I like to sit under, it was there, I sat eating my snack, and working on my tablet, I was creating a tattoo, I was hoping that Tank would let me ink on him, and his and hers tattoo, I had a few scars to cover, and I feel this tattoo would do the job just nice. I have two tattoos. I did them myself, and they were of my grandparents.

Grandpa was a little annoyed at first because he said the marks couldn’t be entirely erased and were what he called identification markers. Do I want to be labeled by those markers? I had no clue what he was talking about, until I saw on the news about an evil gang and the tattoos that they were symbolising that they were part of that gang, as long as I didn’t put a gang marker on me, like that. Grandpa was happy.

It would be a while before I shared it with Tank; I had to get it perfect first.

“Maxi Max, what ya doing?” Sticks came bouncing out, looking like she was glowing.

“You look great. Passed the worst of the morning sickness? It hung on longer than the first trimester.” I asked, she had a growing baby bump now, being a small boned woman, she was showing all baby, it made that she was carrying a baby, all the more obvious.

“Yep, I hope so, that tea you gave me, working well, I take it at lunch time each day, and I haven’t puked since drinking it.”

“Glad it worked, might be something we can keep on hand, for other ladies,” I replied casually, still wondering why she came looking for me.

“Yes, I agree, have a jar in the kitchen, so what are you doing?” She tried to look at the tablet screen.

“Doodling, putting ideas down while they are in my head.” I changed the page to a different screen and showed her some designs.

“They go on the bikes?”

“Yep, have a few on going, Prez, wants about ten bikes done.” I had a lot of work to do, but at least in my time frame, not the Prez’s, which I am more than happy with. Plus, he was talking about wages, because I can’t be doing it for free. Mike has signed me off as a tradie now, so I am officially a Harley-Davidson-recognised mechanic. I have been on a high since Prez told me this morning, before the girls sat with us. Guess he was feeling guilty after I growled at him for overloading me with work and got me signed off.

“Wow, he has you working your azz off, should I talk to him, get him to lower the amount of work and pressure?’ I had to chuckle to myself at her comment; if she only knew what I had before this, she would flip.

“Nope, I can handle the Prez, if it gets too much,” I replied, not going into what had already happened yesterday. I don’t know if he told her or not; I had thought he had, but with that suggestion, I might have been wrong.

“What just happened?” I said out loud, not that I had expected an answer.

“To what?” Tank asked as he came and sat beside me.

“Oh, sorry, I was speaking out loud, didn’t see you coming.” I blushed

“I waited for Sticks to finish up She was a bit bossy, and not including your best friend was a clumsy oversight on her part.” Tank pulled me onto his lap, and I feel I used his lap as my chair more often than sitting on one.

“To be honest, I feel the only part I have to contribute to my own damn ceremony, was to turn up, I know nothing about what goes on, and I am not even getting to pick my own brides dress, and I have to admit that I was upset that she hadn’t included my best friend, I am so close to telling you all to shove that ceremony up your azzes.” Tank lifted my head and kissed my moist eyes as I tried not to cry. I feel so emotional around Tank. I don’t cry, not until I started to live here.

“I am sorry you feel that way. Are you busy right now?”

“No. I have done all I want for now, maybe go back out later if I get the mood.”

“Good, let’s go to our room and talk. I don’t want you walking out on me.” Tank said worriedly.