Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 235

Cloe POV

The meal turned out okay, but the way they raved about how good it was made me wonder how bad their cook was. For the food I prepared to be complimented so highly, I could tell by the look on Penny’s and Razor’s faces that they enjoyed it all. There were no leftovers. This family can eat, like I made what I thought was extra, but Storm, Tank, Tandy, and Razor ate double what everyone else did, and cleaned what was left on the plates, when everyone else had had enough. I have never seen people eat that much and still look so good.

What made my night, though, wasn’t all the compliments; I have cooked loads of meals for Dad’s guests, and on the rare occasion I got to sit at that table, with the guests, they would compliment the food, and I never knew if that was genuine or sucking up to my Dad.

No.

It was the looks on their faces when I giggled and laughed through the movies. I thought the movies were hilarious, always have, maybe I have a sick mind, the way the bad guys are so stupid, and the boss, always causing Dirty Harry trouble. All against him, and he still prevailed, not giving up. That’s why I liked him more than ‘Lethal Weapon’, where Lethal Weapon man kept putting the gun to his mouth, and thinking about ending his life, but didn’t have the guts to do it. Totally different strengths: I like the ones that don’t give up, against all odds, more than the ones that look like they gave up, had no reason to continue. I get it, because ‘Lethal Weapon’ was too close to home, how many times, I wish Dad would end me, and put me out of my misery, and I didn’t have the guts to end it myself, our reasons for death might be different, but it was still there, lurking in the background. The need to end the pain, which was constant, never completely went away before a fresh round of pain began.

They played two movies before I started to yawn, and Storm called the end of the night for me. I would have pushed for another movie, but I guess he was right. Dotty gave me some meds, and by the time we reached our bedroom, I was drifting off to sleep in his strong arms.

Warm, comfortable, safe.

That was how I felt, which was something foreign to me.

No nightmares, that’s what I thought as I rolled over to catch the warmth, and my hand hit something, making me burst open my eyes.

What the?

I was in Storm’s bed again. I don’t remember coming to his bed, but I have to admit, I did get a good night’s sleep, and if I dreamed at all, it was forgotten. However, two beady eyes were looking back at me, shock on his face.

“You slapped my face. You are a violent woman.” He mumbled, but the smirk on his face said he wasn’t angry.

“Sorry, I wasn’t awake, and I tend to do silly things when half asleep.” A chuckled rumbled from his chest.

“So you want to beat me up in your sleep?” His eyes widened. But the smirk still didn’t leave his lips.

“Um, not that I can recall, maybe your face just was in the way?” I suggested, trying to keep the chat light, while I rack my brain on how I was in here again. My legs were starting to throb, and I needed my pain meds fast.

“Dotty has left your morning meds on the bedside table. Do you want them now?” I felt he must have read my mind. I went to roll away.

“Stay.” He reached over me, handed me a paper cup, and then presented a glass of water. I took the meds and drank the whole glass of water. I needed that more than I realized. I must have slept with my mouth open, and something furry climbed in and left its fur in my mouth.

“More?” Storm asked as I finished the glass.

“Please.” Storm sat up, put his hands under my armpits, and pulled me up to a sitting position, reached over, poured out another glass, and placed it in my hands. I felt like a doll in his hands as he moved me about with such ease. He took the now-empty glass, refilled it, and drank himself.

“Shower?” His smile never once left his face.

He chuckled as I struggled, and I huffed back. This was not funny. I gave up and handed him the sponge.

“Want me to.”

“NO,” I shouted and then regretted it. “I will ask Dotty to help.”

“I can do it, you know, it’s easier for me while I have you in the shower.” He pushed, and I caved after telling myself this was part of being humble.

“Okay.” I was mortified and hated that I needed help with my basic needs.

He cleaned me up, placed a towel around me, and walked me out of the bathroom, bringing another towel with him.

“You okay to start to dry yourself, while I finish off in the bathroom?” He asked, needing some kind of reassurance, before he would leave me there. I was sitting on a towel on the bed, with a towel on my head and another in my hands.

“Sure. Go shower, I got this.” I started wrapping the towel around my body, then rubbed my hair with the other towel. He had been in there a while, my hair done, and I wondered how much longer her would be.

He started singing in the shower, which made me feel all warm inside, and worrying about how long he would be in there no longer mattered.