Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 92

Maxine POV

The woman that looked back at me in the mirror, I didn’t recognise, I have never looked this good, I felt pretty, and I liked the look, they didn’t suffocate me with the ties, and I understood some of what they said, once I get that cut on, it will balance the look. I giggled at seeing my toes. I don’t paint them ever, so seeing them peeking out from under my dress was cute, not that I would be putting polish on again in the future. I wear boots most of the time, so you would never see my feet. The clips in my hair stand out. I love what Jenny had done, and the gift of the clips was perfect. Something new, something borrowed was a brooch that held my lace in place over my chest. Something blue was well, dress, underwear, and nail polish, I more than covered the color blue.

Jenny had told me about Blaze; he had asked her to be his girl. At the same time, they get to know each other better, and if she were to move in, she would squeal and say, “Yes”, so I will be seeing my BFF every day. At the same time, they would navigate through the relationship minefield. I was concerned that if it didn’t work out, she would still visit anymore, and she said a failed relationship would not keep her away from me ever.

“You and Blaze fit, in my eyes. You should have seen him when Tank told him that I hadn’t been informed of his interest and that you were here. He ran out that door so fast, taking the stairs two at a time. He was fully invested; you must have made a huge impression on that first day.” I giggled as we finished a coffee and a muffin, being careful not to make a mess, as I would cope it from Sticks.

“Time, chickadees.” Sticks called out, and those butterflies came back full force. It was what I had been waiting for: to be part of a real family.

We walked down the stairs and gathered at the door. I could see out at the men waiting under the tree from where I was, but they couldn’t see me yet.

The music started signalling it was time to roll out the carpet. It was decided that the walk to my man would be with dignity, so they got the long carpet runner. Had a few choices at the shop. The multi-colored runner was my end choice. I didn’t want browns and blacks, or dark colors, on my day. Sticks had organised someone to film the ceremony so that I could see it later. She said I would miss too much once I step out that door.

I watched the girls do their thing.

“Not too late to back out, but then seeing your man this morning, I wouldn’t back out,” Jenny said behind me, giggling, as I blushed.

“He’s my forever, the one who I have been waiting for,” I replied as my turn came to walk through that door.

I stepped out, reached the first bike, and nearly jumped out of my skin when the first two bikes revved their engines. If I hadn’t been aware that was going to happen, I would have pissed myself. It was loud and vibrated through me, raising my emotions as I continued walking towards my forever.

“Thank you, Tank” I thought, for giving me the heads up, if I hadn’t got that, I would be shitting myself right now.

Tank was watching my every step, his eyes roamed over my body, from head to toe, and he licked his lips, which caused my panties to get wet suddenly. I was ready for the second and third bikes to rev before Tank held out his hand for me to take.

The officiant began by explaining why we were here. I found that amusing and had to stop myself from rolling my eyes when he said things that were so obvious.

*Tank, do you have something you would like to say?’ The man said at last, and I watched Tank get nervous, and his throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“You stole my heart the moment you squatted down beside me and gave me a hand fixing my bike. From that moment, I knew I had to have you. I don’t see another woman who looked as cute as you when you were covered in grease and oil from my bike; it was like my bike marked you as ours and gave me the seal of approval. I didn’t hesitate to hold you when we reached the clubhouse, pulling you onto my lap, that very first day, and showing every contender who they were up against, if they were game enough to try and steal you away from me. I promise from this day forward to always see you as mine and I am yours, to support you even when you are wrong.” He lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles.

“Maxine?” The man turned to me, offering me a chance to speak, and a lump formed in my

“The Fixer has arrived. Welcome to the family.” I had tears threatening to fall as the emotion of being welcomed into a family that wanted me washed over me. I was choked up and could have spoken if my life depended on it.

“You are now man and wife.” The officiant announced.

The sounds and vibrations of the bikes’ three great roars did it; the tears spilled over.

Then one by one, the road away, as if they had rehearsed it a million times before. The cheers took over their place as the sound of the bikes slowly died away. At the same time, flower petals showered over us.

Bruiser came forward with my tattoo equipment, and Prez, a chair Tank sat in. There, in front of everyone, I tattooed my new name on his chest. I would complete the tattoo later; for now, he wanted my name imprinted on his chest for all his clubmates to see.

When that was done, Tank pulled me to him and gave me the kiss that had more wolf whistles and cheers, until the officiant spoke, causing us to break apart.

“Tank, Fixer, come sign some paperwork, and then the party can start.” Hearing my new name used and the old name never used at the club again by members. Tank had me engulfed in his arms as he led me to a table with some official paperwork. We were one.

Tank had asked me to wait for my tattoo; he didn’t want me to do it in front of everyone. They can see it when the tattoos are completed.