Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 242

Storm POV

Today I was sent to the clubhouse to help Prez with his paperwork. Dad said it was good practice. Now that my course was starting to make sense, I was to give a few hours a week to Prez, doing paperwork and putting into practice what I was learning. I would rather be at home, watching over Cloe. It was her first intense training session with the doc, and I wanted to be there to help.

Prez was full of patience, never raising his voice when I asked questions, and let me make some mistakes before correcting me, explaining where I went wrong. What I thought was going to be an hour, possibly two, turned out to be all day. We worked on a lot of different things. I had no idea that Dad, Prez, and Zero, oh, and Mum owned so much. Mum was a shareholder in almost all the businesses. The four of them were equal shareholders, something their father put in place, although, in Mum’s case, her Grandpa sorted it out, and Tandy looked after the side that Mum owned alone, but the people who looked after Mum’s business were like a whole building of people, all answerable to Mum.

Today was an eye-opener. I knew the family was wealthy, but this was beyond words. I only knew a tiny part of all of this, no wonder Dad kept pushing me onto the business courses. One of us needs to understand what was what. It also helps me understand the extensive bodyguard and protection arrangements Mum and Dad put in place for us. We are walking targets in a sense. If others knew the wealth, they would want a piece of it. You will never know whether your friends or your girlfriends are true friends or want you for your money. At the moment, most want a piece of us because we are part of a bike club. But this puts a whole new slant on things, and I now get why Mum works so hard to make the community better. She works tirelessly in the background, with few knowing where the funding was coming from. It was a great tax deduction, but that’s not the only reason Mum likes improving the town, which has blossomed. I can see the flow of money coming in from different sources and going back out in improvements, wages, or materials. Wow, just wow. I have a new respect for Prez, Zero Dad, and Mum. They have never been stingy, and they work constantly to improve their community.

“Go home, you have done enough.” Prez saved what we had been working on and turned off the machine.

“Thanks, ready to eat the hind leg of a cow, don’t even need to cook it, just throw it at me, I am ready to tear into anything meaty,” I replied, my stomach telling me that what we ate for lunch was not nearly enough for me.

We said goodnight to those in the bar area. On our way out. I headed to the gate, while Prez climbed onto his bike and headed home.

Dinner was already being served as I rushed in.

“Did you wash your hands?” Mum asked as I sat down, and I felt like a naughty boy being caught doing wrong. I huffed and moved to the wash house, and cleaned my hands and washed my face. Feeling more refreshed, I returned.

I stopped at the door and looked around. Something was different, and it took me a moment to realize that Cloe was in her wheelchair, at the table, Mum was not on Dad’s lap, and it was just us, and my siblings, no Tandy, no Uncle Simon, or Gramps Savage. As much as I wanted to lift her out of her chair and place her on my lap, mum’s shake of her head told me to leave it be. Something was going on, and I had yet to work it out.

“How was everyone’s day?” I asked as I picked up a plate of steak and placed two large chunks on my plate.

“Quiet, school sucks, we had sports today. We were choosing the captain of ice hockey, and I wasn’t picked as captain,” Razor complained.

“I made it into the cheerleading squad, for ice hockey, not football, they are all sluuts,” Penny added as Razor soured.

“Language,” Dad growled, but Penny paid no mind to it.

I must have fallen asleep in the lounge, because the next thing I knew, it was morning, and Penny was prying one of my eyes open.

“Why did you sleep in the lounge? Did you do something wrong?” I blinked a few times, trying to get the eyelid to work correctly after being forced open by Penny.

“No, not that I am aware of, I must have fallen asleep during the movie.”

“Yeah, you’re too big to pick up and carry to your bed.” Penny shrugged and skipped in the direction of the kitchen.

What time is it?

Today’s Wednesday, and Cloe will be going to Great-grams, hope she does okay with the old battleaxe.