Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 99

Tank POV

Fixer was spacing out, then coming back.

Taking in part of the conversation, then looking at the photos, then back to the screen.

Her Grandparents continued to chat to Tandy and me, watching Fixer, trying to come to terms with all of this. It was a lot to take in. Her whole life must feel like a lie. Plus, it had taken another direction again.

There was a high possibility that she had a father, alive.

Although her dad hadn’t spoken to her since her mother died, he had been sending money to support her to Grandpa, and he had been corresponding back, sending photos and news that might interest him. Tandy took over that job once Grandpa died, and Tandy suggested putting the money into an account for schooling. Then, when Fixer became an apprentice mechanic, he said he would continue to put money in, and she might want her own shop or buy a house. Little did anyone know, except the lawyer who couldn’t say anything, that Fixer was loaded, and he didn’t need to be putting money into an account for her future. Her father’s family might have been mega-rich, but with him cast out, he wouldn’t have expected them to help him. If they had been even a little bit caring, Fixer would have lived with them when her real mother died. But he didn’t tell his parents about her death; he hadn’t spoken to them in over twenty years, after they disowned him. He was deployed when his wife died, and missed the funeral.

Now the guilt was eating them up, trying to find a way to fix what had been done, and unless the son was found, they would have to live with the guilt of being stubborn and stupid for the rest of their lives.

I worked out that her real mother was her grandparents’ daughter, and that the son of the ones on the screen, whom I have been calling Grandparent A, her aunt, who raised Fixer, if you can call it raising her, was her mother’s sister. Some of how it all came about was still confusing, something more must have been going on in the background, for her grandparents on her mothers side, to let Fixer go, they are not alive to ask, but possible, just possibly, the grandpa or grandma got sick, and that was all the in the evil sister needed to get her hands on Fixer and take her from the grandparents and make her theirs.

The video lasted about an hour, with Fixer not really contributing much to the conversation. I think she was in too much shock, and promises to catch up soon were made, and visiting them was discussed. The Mayfield MC would need to be contacted. Maybe this would be a chance to have a closer collaboration between the VaLords MC and Mayfield MC. We have never been enemies and have been on good terms at functions. They would have to be serious about collaboration, as sooner or later, most of their town will be owned by Fixer, if what her Grandparents were saying was true, and I have no reason to doubt them.

It’s confusing that Fixer was not treated better, and the Grandparents did not do more when they found out she was being mistreated and not getting the money they were giving the parents for her well-being. Tandy said it was to do with proof; on the outside, the family looked to be treating her well, the bruises and broken bones were never inflicted by the parents, and could be put down to children being overzealous. They were very careful to maintain a good public image, which made it hard to prove that the parents had done anything wrong.

We had completed our shopping and were having lunch at the little cafe. Not the best-looking shop, but the food was edible, and I doubt Fixer was even tasting what was going into her mouth.

Fixer was quiet. Too quiet.

I know she had a lot going through her head, just wish she would open up just a little with Fixer looked up at me and stared at my face as if searching for answers there.

“Should we stay in the clubhouse or move next door?” She asked as last, at least this was a start.

That house was empty now; it had been rented out, but the tenants had since purchased their own property. Tandy had the house cleaned and ready for new tenants, but agreed to hold off until Fixer could think straight.

It was neat and tidy, well-maintained, with a porch wrapping around the whole building, the gardens were well looked after, and it must have had a gardener come in, and nothing appeared to be needed on the outside. Inside, it was just as magnificent. I was a little surprised to see it was fully furnished; everything was high-quality.

We were in the master bedroom, on the balcony, looking out at the backyard. I was behind Fixer, my arms around her waist, my head on her shoulder. To our left, we could see the clubhouse; you can’t see it from ground level, but from this balcony, you could see more than I had expected.

“It’s perfect, nothing needs to be done. We should live here, bring Jenny too, she will love this place.” Fixer said after a long, comfortable silence.

“Do you want your workshop brought over here?” I asked, and there were plenty of sheds that could be converted.

“Some of it, like most of Grandpa’s machinery, can come over here, and I can make one of the sheds a manufacturing shed, where we make parts. Maybe later, we can look at making a larger painting room, but I feel going next door would make it like going to work. I want to keep both parts separate. For now, however, I do want to set up a tattoo area, clean and sterile, since the club was pushing for one. Maybe take on someone who wants to learn, and teach them what I know. You would think our town would have one, but I guess, there was not a big enough calling for one, and the nearest was only a couple of hours’ ride away.” I had managed to talk Fixer into doing tattoos; she had yet to finish mine or put one on her body. But it was a start. Tattoos would not be open to the public; it would be purely club-based and selective. A nom gaining a patch can get a club tattoo. We are still working on the specifics, but a proper room for that purpose sounds like a great idea.

“Let’s head back, it’s getting late, and we need to speak with Prez.” Fixer nodded, and we left, locking up as we went.

My mind was still blown away. Our lives have just changed a lot.