Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 85

Tank POV

This guy was as dumb as they come; he thought he wouldn’t be found?

He had been a patch member with us for about three years. He helped set up all the security cameras. Now we wonder what information he was feeding other clubs. Well, not anymore.

“Come on, man, why did you do it, and why take Doris? Was she worth the risk?” Prez was asking, running his hand over the back of his neck.

“Doris, she’s mine; we’ve been together for years. I hated seeing her with others, but she said it was necessary.” He sobbed out, his face was bleeding, his right arm broken, and a few ribs too, I think. He won’t last much longer.

“Not much of a relationship, I wouldn’t have my woman being shared around like that,” Bruiser added. His hand was on the guy’s chin; he moved the guy’s head, side to side, checking out how with it he was. Bruiser had entered a few minutes ago, having completed their task next door. Max had returned to clean up.

“So you’re part of the Jones gang? Both of you?” Prez was seated by the door, on a stool he brought in with him. He was staying back, or he would kill the guy too soon. He was so angry, I thought he would burst a blood vessel.

“Yeah.” He slurred; his blood loss was making him tired.

“How long?” I asked, wanting to finish this.

“Eight years.” I was shocked that he had been part of a different club for eight years??? All that time as nom, and the time as patch, he was working both sides. How did we not know this? Maybe it’s time to look at everyone’s background.

“Eight FUKING years!!!” Pres was standing now, having knocked his chair on the floor in his haste to stand.

“You telling me, you have been betraying us for all these years? We accepted you, trusted you, and all the time you were spying? For what purpose? What’s the end goal?” I held Prez back; we needed answers, and with him this angry, he would only end up killing himself before we got them.

The interrogation went on for another half hour, names, dates, disbelief on our part, failed ventures were all because of this guy, because Doris wasn’t around our club, not until recently, and not anything more than a club bike. Sharing her body with all takers. So it was all our traitors’ fault.

He didn’t last much longer, having bled out, but Prez was satisfied with what we learned, and we will dispose of his body, throw it on a fire, and dismantle his car. Do the same with Doris. Bruiser said she was still alive, and that was good. We can work on her again later, find out more of what she knows. Their phones were given to our Tech guy to go through and extract more information.

“I feel so gutted, it’s time to get everyone checked out who came to our club in the last five years. Make sure we are not blind sided again.” Prez kicked the dead man, and together we left. We will burn his body later tonight, build a nice bonfire, and put him in the middle. We have a lot of damaged wood to burn from the attack. We had intended to burn that pile anyway; now we have a better reason to do it quickly. Get the team to finish building the pile.

“Try and contain the gossip,” Prez asked as we headed out to get cleaned up in the wash house.

“Guys on duty last night have already been told to keep it to themselves. No talking, or we will know where to start looking.” I said it was the first thing I did, after we dragged their sorry azzes to the cells.

“Good work, Tank, we were right in choosing you for VP.” Prez clapped me on the shoulder before he left the wash house, a lot on his mind to sort through.

Max was doing dishes in the kitchen. She turned to me when I entered and wrapped her arms around my waist, holding me, resting her head on my chest, as if she knew I needed to hold her, or maybe she needed me to hold her. Either way, we were both getting what we needed. This was an ugly business, not a part I enjoy of our job, but it’s got to be done.

“Have you eaten? Or should I ask, are you up to eating?” Max murmured against my chest, her eyes closed.

“Starving.” Max pulled away and went to the bench, making me a late lunch. I took the food and sat at the nearest table. Max followed me, placing a coffee down and taking a seat. She watched me eating, not saying a word; she didn’t need to.

“He’s gone. What we found out hit Prez hard; it hit us all hard.” I said quietly, noting no one was in the room or within earshot.

“If Doris’s bragging means anything, then they have been working on us for years,” Max replied as she looked around us. Good girl, she knows we need to keep this under wraps.

“Yep, too many years, Prez is pissed.” I nodded.

“Sticks kept in the dark?” I looked up at her, tilting my head at her question.

“What gives you that idea?”

“The way she talked last night, it was like she was being careful not to say too much, or just didn’t know, and by her tone of voice, I would say she knows nothing about it.” Max shrugged her shoulders before making eye contact with me.

I looked around and saw others coming our way, and nodded to her, knowing this conversation was done for now. She’s good at this.

“Hi, Sticks, how are you doing?” Max asked, as she sat, Prez behind her with a plate of food, and Bruiser also joined us.

“Better.” She replied tersely as she sat down, Cricket next to her, as if that was her place.

“Cricket decided to go shopping without taking the list and missed a few things.” Cricket looked up at Sticks, her eyes threatening to tear.

“Fine, take the guards with you.”

“I’d like to come. Need to stop at the paint shop.” Max added quickly.

“I will come with you, need a break,” Tank announced that he was wound up and needed some space.

“Pick two others, and take the two vehicles,” Bruiser suggested, drinking down the last of his coffee.

“How’s the ceremony organising going?” Prez asked softly.

Before Sticks could answer, Cricket jumped in.

“I have done the shopping for the party, have a team ready to do the decorations, and have made a few changes.” She looked proud of herself.

“What changes? Who authorised them?” Prez looked at Sticks for clarification.

“I made the changes, didn’t think I needed permission, it’s just a party.”

“You decided to make changes to Tank and Max’s wedding?” Bruiser asked lowly.

“Yeah.”

“You are not authorised to make any changes, nor are you supposed to be shopping for it, or getting a team to do anything. Cancel that team now, and you are not to be involved any further with it.” Cricket stood up and ran upstairs, I presume to her room.

“I am sorry, Max, Tank, I had no idea that Cricket had taken over and was doing whatever she wanted. I know Sticks started to until we talked to her, but I didn’t think it was necessary to talk to Cricket, but I guess she had other ideas. Excuse me while I track her down and find out what’s going on.” Bruiser got up and headed in her direction.