Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 216

Storm POV

The phone rang a few times before Dad answered.

“Son? Are you okay?” I rarely call Dad, and after what just happened, he might still be at the hospital.

“Yeah, the guys and I want to talk about what happened, thought you might be the ear, or suggest someone, but prefer you,” I said, and I did, I would much rather sit and talk with Dad, we are close, or I would like to think we are, I haven’t always been the best son, getting into some mild trouble at school. Dad was always there for me, having my back, listening without judging me, giving me feedback, not demanding that I do things a certain way, letting me fail, and being there to catch me and help me get back on my feet.

Mum would be the one who would grumble at me, ground me, discipline me, Dad would say, when we are alone, that Mum didn’t have a good childhood, and she often sees the bad side first and wants the best for me. I get it, but it doesn’t mean like it.

“Can do, perhaps tonight, after dinner, bring the boys, and we can chat. Granpa Savage might like to sit in on this, too.” He suggested, and I think that would be good. Grandpa Savage has always had good advice.

“How’s Cloe?” It’s been a few hours now, and it would be nice to know she was still breathing.

“At the moment, we are still at the hospital, talking to the doctors and legal teams about what

needs to be done, and how long this poor girl will be in the hospital, and the future care she will need. After seeing how the father was, we have put in a request for temporary custody of he she turns eighteen in two weeks; it goes before the judge tomorrow morning. Tandy is rushin through. She will be in surgery for a bit longer, another couple of hours, will discuss all this with tonight.”

“Catch you then, Dad.” Dad hung up when I heard him being called, and looked up to see my best friends looking at me expectantly,

“Let your parents know, you’re having dinner at my place, and you can explain why if you like.” I know the parents won’t mind; we often stay for meals at each other’s places, and by now they’ve all heard about the accident that happened here.

Doom is the Prez’s second son; he is a year younge than us. Skunk is Blaze’s eldest, six months

younger than me, and Sprocket is Tandy’s youngest the same age as me. Well, sort of, I am going to be nineteen tomorrow, Sprocket’s birthday was a month later, then Skunk a week after that. Doom will be eighteen, one month later. So Blaze lives at my house, our house. Only Sprocket and

All of us will have to do a business course, but online it’s not that bad, and anything else we do is a bonus. Like Razor learning to tattoo, and me tinkering with bikes, Mum’s been teaching me to use the lathe and other equipment in the workshop. Simon was still too young to make up his mind what he wants to do, but I get the feeling he wants to follow Aunt Nightingale’s footsteps and be a paramedic.

The place had a second garage built, with all of us Having our own vehicles, and some have a bike and a car. It got overcrowded, so another one was built, and one garage was for the bikes and the other for the other vehicles. I have a truck like Dad; most cars are too small for me to sit in. My legs get all cramped up behind the wheel, so unless it’s a large SUV, the small truck was the way to Blaze had taken Dad’s vehicle to the hospital and some personal items Mum thought Cloe might need when she woke up. They were not back yet.

“Fixer and Tank are on their way home, bringing takeaway. Can you set the table?” Screech called out from the laundry, even though we have two housekeepers, Screech still likes to wash some of her clothes by hand, something about the material can’t go in the washing machine, and the housekeeper refuses to hand-wash. Don’t blame the housekeeper; I wouldn’t want clothing that isn’t wash-and-wear, too much hassle.

“What takeaway, like plates or chopsticks?” Doom called out. I would have put out both.

“Plates.” I was hoping for Japanese; we have a new restaurant that just opened, and their food was nice.

Mum and Dad came in carrying bags of takeaway food and placed them on the kitchen counter, soon all hands were in the kitchen, helping unload, and the rich fragranceance of food from the new French restuarant was carried to the dining table, and my mouth was already watering, I hadn’t tired food from there yet, it was next on my list, our town was growing, and a lot of new restuarants have started to spring up. I have been enjoying the weekly run to try new places.