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

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