Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 213

Continuing the book from the eldest child’s POV

Storm POV

My nineteenth birthday is coming up, going to be a blast, or so I hope. We have a show and shine in town, on the football oval, the biggest place for the displays and parking; many clubs have been invited. The show and shine will be for both cars and bikes; other clubs have run them, and it’s our club’s turn. That happens to be my birthday, so we’re going to have some fun, celebrate it, and enjoy the displays. Mum has done some serious paintwork lately, getting guys bike up and ready to be on show. The town’s hotels and accommodation are booked solid; this will be good for the town.

A couple of years ago, I had managed to convince my Dad to let me do business studies online, as he did. This was my third year and final year after jumping grades in high school. I prefer to work with Mum on the bikes. I love tinkering with them; ust started painting. Mum said I am showing some skills with the airbrush. That’s a bit of a compliment coming from my mother.

My siblings aren’t that into it, but that’s okay.

Razor works with Uncle Zero, who is teaching him to tattoo.

My sister hasn’t a clue what she likes, she was torn between being all dressed up, like Jenny, or being in jeans and a shirt like Mum. My youngest brother, Simon, yeah, mum named him after Uncle Simon. He hasn’t been given a nickname yet, hor has Penny; neither seems to care, unlike Razor and me, who wanted road names since we understood what they meant.

This weekend, one more night, people had already started to show up, setting up in the camping area closeby, hoping to get good sports before the masses arrive, those that don’t want paid accommodation.

Sprocket, Skunk, and Doom are with me. At the moment, we are at the football grounds, watching trucks arrive, with their vehicles, loads of cars, and trailers with bikes undercover. There are marquees erected everywhere, and the displays are starting to look good. Most brought their own generator. one guy he parked his truck stupidly, like it dangerous, they way he left his vehical, I heard him shouting at the cute girl, telling her to stay on the truck, while the other daughter all dressed up like the Saturday night girls that come to satisfy the lads, where the cute one, was in shorts and shirt, and boots, she would fit right in with our crowd, more than the sister.

“Come on, Storm, let’s go to town. I’m getting hungry.” Doom called out. He was always hungry.

The food vans had started to arrive but were not set up to sell yet. Might not do that till tomorrow.

“You go, bring me back a burger,” I said, moving closer to the truck. The chick was in the back,

cleaning it out and folding up the blankets and covers that would have protected the nice car.

The sound of Harleys arriving had the girl sit on the back of the truck’s tailgate to watch them arrive. It looks like she likes bikes, that’s a plus. She is the first girl I have been this interested in. Don’t get me wrong, I have had been with a few girls, just not lately, just like Dad I am huge, like the girls call me hug like a horse, and other names, it’s hard to hide when you are aroused, Dad and Uncle Zero had tried to warn me about being careful with a girl, make sure she was prepared to take you on. Dad told me about how he had a girl in the hospital, because she was not ready to take him on, although she made it appear she was.

A truck came barreling down the driveway, way too fast. The driver must have been distracted because he swerved a bit, like an intoxicated man, before the side of the truck hit the back of the truck, with a loud, sickening screech, the truck that the girl was sitting in, and almost immediately, a blood-curdling scream came from the back of the truck. The truck moved a bit further along before he stopped to look at what he had done.

I jumped into action, racing to the truck and leaping into the back, before I had a chance to think about it. The girl was covered in blood and was sobbing hard, no longer screaming, and I think she was going into shock.

Luckily, my bros hadn’t gone far, as they arrived shortly after.

“What the fuk. That driver, why was he driving that fast?” Doom said he had grabbed the man; he was going nowhere fast.

“Give me your belt,” I called out, and one of them handed me his belt, and I tightened it as best I could around one of her legs, and Sprocket gave me his, so I could do the same on that one. That driver had severed both her legs just below the knees, and not a clean cut.

“Pick up her legs and wrap them up, will you?” I asked, hoping one of my mates would do it. It was not an easy task.

I wiggled in and sat behind her, had opened my jacket, and pulled her to my body warmth, hoping it would help her from going deeper into shock, and now that I had the bleeding stopped, I pulled out my phone.

“Mum, we need the chopper at the sports ground, some jerk just hit a truck and severed a chick’s legs off, need help fast.” I all but shouted over the phone.

“Five minutes, ten at the most, get an area cleared, and hung up.

“Sprocket, get an area cleared for the chopper. Skunk called the cops; this guy needs breath testing. Don’t let him leave.

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