Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 83

Tank POV

With Prez tucked away for the night, I said goodnight to Bruiser and went to search for Max.

I was a little disappointed when I couldn’t find her, and decided to call it a night. I was dozing off when Max climbed in, snuggling against me. My arms automatically reached for her and pulled her in tight.

A knock on the door pulled me from my sleep. I moved carefully, hoping to leave Max asleep.

“Come downstairs,” Bruiser said. I turned and put on my jeans, shirt, and boots, and left, happy that Max didn’t stir.

“Bruiser was waiting in the main room.

“Doris is gone. Hammer here just took over, and he went in to check. The beds were empty, the window was locked shut, the only way out was through the door, which should have been guarded.” Bruiser explained. Hammer nods in agreement.

“Get the gates locked down, no one out of the compound, let’s go check the security footage, that hall has a camera in it,” Hammer called the person on the gate, and Bruiser and I went to the security room.

“Start from when Hammer took over and slowly go backwards,” I suggested, and we stood around a computer, watching the footage. It didn’t take long; the person Hammer had been the one. He carried Doris out about fifteen minutes before Hammer took over. We flicked to the other camera and watched as he took her out and put her in his truck, careful to cover her up, protecting her.

“Son of a.. Well, that explains how Doris got into our room; he worked security, and it also explains some of the fight with the Jones gang. They should never have reached that far. Change all the passwords and remove his access. Where is he now?” I barked, in a voice foreign to me. I was pissed off majorly; he violated our trust in the worst possible way.

“Just climbing in his car, looks like he headed to the gate.”

“Call the gate, make sure they don’t let him out. We are on our way. Get the guys on duty out here, chase this bastarrrd down.”

Bruiser called the gate as we raced out the door. I climbed onto a quad bike parked near the door, Bruiser climbed on behind me, and we took off down the road. Footsteps behind us, as men were alerted of a breach, all taking position, training taking over, as they raced to do what they had been trained to do.

The guy must have seen us coming and quickly tried to change direction, heading to another rarely used exit, but he would need the access code to get out, and we just changed that. Two dirt bikes took off past us, and one guy who caught up was kicking the side of the vehicle. The other guy had a bat and was swinging it against the windscreen. Eventually, with persistence, the windshield broke, and the car lost control as the driver was showered with glass. His vehicle ended up hitting a tree.

Our guys pulled the driver out and threw him on the ground. They might not know why they were pulling him out like this, but when orders went out to catch him, they would, without question.

“Flip the boot,” I shouted, and the closest person reached in, and it popped open. The cries of Doris could be heard, even before she was dragged out of the boot of the car. Her mouth still wired shut, she was unable to talk.

“Take them to the cells.” I barked, satisfied, we stopped them from leaving, and would leave the interrogation to Prez when he wakes up.

“Stand the men down, the fun’s over,” Bruiser shouted as they walked back towards the clubhouse.

Once inside, Bruiser and I entered the office to find Prez still out like a light.

“What now?” Bruiser asked, looking at me for direction.

“Let him rot for the rest of the night, let him worry what was coming, the longer we leave him wondering, the worse he will think up what might happen, and put Doris in a different cell, a dirtier one, she doesn’t deserve that nice bed she was in any longer.”

“I will see to it, go get some sleep, tomorrow, or should I say, later today, we can talk to Prez, and fill him in, before gossip does.” Bruiser tried to send me back to bed.

“Nah, too wired now, will rest here, and wait for Prez to wake, you go get some sleep, cuddle up to Cricket, feel her warmth on your body, give you some calm. I will talk to Prez when he wakes; you rest up.” Bruiser nodded and left, knowing it would be useless arguing with me; he understood, wired, and how I want to burn it off, but can’t.

“Did you interrogate him?” He asked, leaning forward.

“Nope, had Doris put in block E, and Stan in block B, and left both of them to stew for a while.”

“Good, let’s get some breakfast, and I need to talk to my woman before I go down there. I don’t want to give my woman the agro I am feeling right now, that will only get worse when I see that traitorous scumbag. Glad you put Doris in a not-so-comfortable cell; we were too nice to her.” We headed out, and both grabbed a tray, put on food, and headed upstairs. He went into his room with his offering, and I went into mine. I hope his woman is feeling better today. After the ding-dong barney they had yesterday.

Max was up, and in the middle of getting dressed, she turned her head when the door opened, and looked at the tray in my hand.

“Wow, what did I do to deserve breakfast in bed? Do I have to get undressed and wait in bed?” She joked at me while still pulling on her clothes, no sign of getting undressed.

“The table’s fine.” I put the tray down and moved to pull Max into my arms, giving her a hungry kiss.

“Wow, what did I do?”

“I have had a long night and needed some grounding. Come and sit, I will tell you all about it.”

Max sat and started to eat, waiting for me to talk, and talk I did, explaining what happened, and how Doris gained entry because of the traitor, who had given her the access.

“How long it had been going on, we have yet to find out. That’s where you come in. I was thinking you could interrogate her while Prez and I talk to the traitor. Bruiser can be with you, so you don’t have to go it alone; he might think of questions that you might not think of.”

“My pleasure, would love to have some time with her again.” She then went on to tell me what she did, after she heard about the fight, and I was glad, it not only told me how good, caring person she was, but also why she wasn’t in the room when I returned, not that I thought bad of her, but it was good to know it was for a great cause. She was doing all the things a good Prez woman should have been doing, and not let self recrimination and self doubts cloud her judgement on others, Max would never have done that, she might get pissed off, and sulk, but never take over like Sticks did, in a why she was being childish, not at all leadership was want to see. Hopefully, Max’s talk with her will snap her out of it.