Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 97

Tank POV

We were both in good moods as we headed into town.

I’m still finding it hard to believe that she’s all mine, and that we managed to be intimate. I haven’t had nightmares of the dreadful night since I had been involved with Fixer, and been investigating each other’s bodies, and I am hoping that she has rid me of that particular memory for good.

The lawyer receptionist, had been close to being rude to Fixer, looking down at her, she had been trying to gain my attention, since high school days, wasn’t interested in her then, and not now either, but that never stopped her from trying, and when she heard I was getting married, I heard she went on a bender, and got drunk, waking up in some ally, no panties on, and not remembering a thing. Word on the street was that she had taken on nearly all the men in that bar that night. Yet she was still working here, as if nothing had happened. I doubt the lawyers will keep her around for long; if they get wind of that night, they have a reputation to uphold, and a loose woman wouldn’t help their cause. Not that I would be sharing that snippet of news with Fixer any time soon, it’s not exactly a conversation to have over the dinner table.

Tandy was in a good mood, racing out to take us away from the front desk. I was glad for that; I didn’t want Fixer to get defensive because of the bad reception.

But what he had to say blew my mind, my little lady was filthy rich, and owns the land we have coveted for years. But her parents aren’t her parents. I was having trouble getting my head around that. All those years of pain, and she could have been with her Grandparents, living a better life. Being told they didn’t know till it was too late didn’t go down well in my book.

“Fixer, your grandparents didn’t know about you, till recently, the military asked them to clear your father’s things out, so they could give his room to someone else, and that was when they found the letters, and photos. They want to get to know you because you are their only heir; you have some cousins, but you are the only one on their side. They have changed their will, so you will be the sole heir, unless they find your father alive, in which case it will revert to him, with some still going to you. If you thought what you just received was large, triple that. They own a chain of hotels and, more or less, own Mayfield, where their main home can be found.” My hand went to Fixer, pulling her to me, almost like I knew those words would invoke tears, and they did.

“I might have a father?” She all but whispered.

That was all she got out of that?

“They don’t know. The military was still searching for his team. Will you meet your grandparents?”

“How much do they know about me?” She asked, looking so sad.

“I have been sending your father regular updates since your Grandpa died, as he requested. The most recent was to inform him you were getting married. The Grandparents phoned me the day before your ceremony to wish to attend. That was when I gave them details about your life, and their sudden appearance would be confusing and might be worse than not attending at all. I video-called them for the ceremony, so they were here in spirit. Sorry for not informing you before your ceremony, but I didn’t want to upset you before your big day; you had enough to contend with.”

“Tank, would you come with me? To meet them.”

“Of course, I have your back.” I kissed her forehead and turned back to Tandy.

He pushed the next folder to Fixer.

Inside were photos of her as a baby in her parents’ arms, of their wedding, and of how happy they were. Then news clippings of her mother’s death, in a car accident. The signed agreement for Grandpa to have custody, due to his being away so much with the military. Tears fell down Fixer’s face as she touched the photos reverently.

The final file was pushed to Fixer.

Inside was a list of assets from her mother, when she died, her jewelry, a house they lived in, before her death, now rented out. Stocks and shares in companies I had never heard of. A copy of her will, leaving everything to her. Her real birth certificate. With her real parents’ names on it. So the one she had was a forgery.

“Did Fixer’s aunt and uncle adopt her?” I asked, staring at the certificate.

“NO.” He growled out.

“Then how come her other birth certificate has her uncle and aunts’ names on it?’

“Show me, and I will deal with it legally. They should never have their name on your birth certificate. I wondered why you never knew about your other family; their lies go deeper than I imagined.” Tandy said.

“I have them at home, but let me forward you a snapshot of it.” Fixer pulled out her phone and forwarded the photo.

“Can you set it up on your computer? So we can all see them?” Fixer asked what might sound like an easy question, if you know how to do it. I wouldn’t begin to know how to like the phone to the computer.

“Not sure how,” Tandy admitted.

“Let me.” Fixer moved to this console and typed away. A screen lit up, and we waited. When Tandy’s mobile phone rang, he nodded to Fixer that it was them, and she connected the call to the computer screen.

“Hello, how did you go?” An elderly woman’s voice greeted Tandy with a question.

“I have Fixer in the office with me now, if you would like to talk to her.” Fixer giggled as she looked at the screen before moving to sit back beside me.

“Michael, get in here, now. Our granddaughter’s on the phone, come show me how to look at her.” Her voice shouted on the phone.

Tandy had moved the computer screen our way and came to sit with us so they could see all three in the room. It was a dark screen, and I couldn’t quite work out what I was looking at. The phone moved a little, giving it some light, and I saw an ear, a diamond-studded ear.

Soon, the screen no longer looked like an ear; it went fuzzy for a moment, and the two faces stared at them. I could see straight away that those sad old eyes of her grandfather were exactly like hers, a striking deep blue. Her blonde hair was from her grandmother; even with all that grey in it, you could see it. There was no denying they were who they said they were, her grandparents.

“Oh my, it’s like looking at our son, but a female version.” The woman said with tears in her eyes.

“She’s perfect. Are you her husband, Tank?” The man asked me, his piercing gaze would cut right through you, as his blue orbs landed on me.

“That I am.”