Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 215

Storm POV

Uncle Alan had the truck, that hit Cloe taken to the compound, and gathered dashcam footage from those who had it, photos were taken of the truck, that Cloe had been sitting on, and a clean up crew to remove the blood from the ground, don’t want tomorrows visitors to be traumatised, a lot of children come to these events, and we don’t need them upset by this.

We had completed all of the clean up, and made the place at least visitor friendly again, my friends and I helping out the best we could, I wanted so much to go to the hospital, but Uncle Alan said to stay here and help out, as Cloe would be in surgery for a while, and then out cold for a while later, tomorrow would be better, than today, or tonight, and they might keep her asleep for tonight anyway, give time for her body to adjust to the big changes coming.

I knew what he was trying to say: Cloe was going to need a lot of support, and anyone taking on that challenge had their work cut out.

“Uncle Alan, you know she’s special,” I said in a whisper when he tried again to stop me from leaving to go sit in the hospital.

“Yeah, I get it, just like your Dad and Uncle Zero, when you find the one, you just know. But take it slow, or you will scare her away. She has a lot going on now; rehabilitation will be long, once she learns what has happened here today, and by the looks of it, no family support, she will need someone, but handle her with kid gloves, please.” He tried to reassure me, and I know Dad and Mum would say the same.

I found her phone, still belting out songs, and I turned it off.

“Uncle Alan, here’s her phone.” I held out my hand for him to take it.

“No, you keep it, and give it to her when you visit, gives you a reason to be in her room.” Uncle Alan

replied with a smirk. He was quick, my uncle, that’s why he was the boss of the police station now. He rose in the ranks fast and has everyone’s support. He’s the best police officer around.

I slid the phone in my pocket, then noticed the man I thought was Cloe’s Dad marching angrily towards us. He was the one growling at her before he walked away with that other girl on his arm. I already don’t like that chick.

“Uncle Alan, that’s the father, and his other daughte” I nodded to the man thundering fast, his daughter jogging to keep up,

“What’s going on here? Where’s Cloe? That slacker left the truck unattended?” He raged on, not waiting for an answer, but looking over the back of the truck, seeing the damage, not that there was much, his tail lights were broken, and the tailgate a bit dented, he would need to get the lights fixed before Uncle Alan would allow him to drive away.

“What the fuk happened here? Why does my truck have damage, and who’s going to pay for getting it fixed?” He was still ranting about his truck.

“Dad, maybe Cloe got bored and went to look at the bikes, you know how she had been talking about them lately.” The daughter said with disdain. They both looked around, as if they could spot her from here. Then the girl turned back, giving me the once over, and my buddies the same, and then turned back to me, her eyes stuck to my groin and I suddenly felt dirty.

“Mr. Dawson, there was an accident, and your daughter has been taken to the hospital for treatment.” Uncle Alan started to say.

“Get her back here, she can handle a bump or bruise, tough that one, no need to molly coddle her. Who’s going to pay for that, huh? Not me, I didn’t give you permission to take her to the hospital.” He spat back and turned back to his truck, checking out the lights. Swearing as he did, at the damage.

“Did Cloe do that damage, Dad?” The daughter asked, dismissing the fact that his daughter was in the hospital.

“When she returns, she can fix the lights. Come, let’s go finish setting up the lighting on the display.” He pulled a small generator from the back of the truck and left, asking for nothing more about Cloe, and my blood boiled. He expected Cloe to fix his truck?

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