Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 258

Storm POV

Dad and I were deep in discussing what to do about Cloe’s Dad and his associates. The club members were angry, furious; none of us wanted another drug lord trying to make our town his home. We have sent what we know so far to Alan so he can start an investigation on his end. If he can, Alan might need more than what we have to start one; we have nothing concrete to give him.

His phone pinged, and he lifted it to read the message. A few choice words left his mouth as Dad stood up and left the office, not knowing what was going on. I jumped up, rushed to catch up, and stopped dead when he entered my office. What I heard made my blood boil. Did that demon get hold of our doctor and somehow convince her to harm Cloe?

Dad called me in and started to question Cloe. The last thing I expected was to see that Cloe had documented evidence, enough to put the man behind bars for several years.

“When I was doing a module for a course, it wanted us to try and break a firewall, start with something simple, to learn how firewalls work and react to someone trying to break in. I chose my Dad’s computer. I waited for Dad to say something after I had broken in, but he didn’t know I had slipped past his security. So I went in again, and what I found, I knew this was my ticket away from him. I downloaded it all to my computer. I wanted to have something to protect me one day. I planned to leave home when I turned eighteen, get as far away as I could get from him and my sister, possibly hunt down my mother’s parents, because they were always good to me, and if possible, my brother.” Cloe was stronger than I thought. I had underestimated her; she was smart, cunning, and beautiful.

Dad got on his phone.

“Alan, can you come over?”

“Yes, if you can.”

“Thanks.”

Dad dialled another number.

“How soon can you get here?”

“Good, come to Storm and Cloe’s office when you land.”

“Alan will be here in fifteen minutes, Uncle Simon should be here in five. Then we can discuss all this.”

“Alan, that’s the police headman?” Cloe asked worriedly.

“Yes.”

“Will I be in trouble for taking this? It’s like stealing, yes?” Poor Cloe, she looked terrified.

“Did your father ever let you touch his computer?” I asked, trying to get closer to Cloe, but she was not ready to let me near her.

“Yes, he knew I was studying computers, and he got a virus. He asked me to fix it because he didn’t want to pay someone to do it. That was about six months before I took this “information from his computer, and since that first time, I have broken into his computer

We discussed how to proceed. Alan was eager to get it started. He was worried about guns arriving in town and kids getting their hands on them. Angry teenagers can be volatile and dangerous with guns in their hands. Add drugs to that, and our town will be a nightmare. It’s nothing new; all teenagers go through a rebellious stage, and some act out worse than others. Our town has a lot of activities for the young, but oven with all that, they still get angry and want to fight. We can do little to stop angry kids who are kids in adult bodies, and their hormones are running riot, emotions are on tinder dry ground, and a small spark sets them off. Whether it’s against other kids, parents, or siblings, It can be anything; they feel everyone is against them, and angry outbursts are the result. Even kids from the rich side of town act out rashly and think money will get them out of trouble. In many cases, it might, but not when it comes to drugs and guns. Alan won’t let that sort of behaviour be swept under the carpet, regardless of how rich you are.

“Thanks for the thumb drive. Time for me to get going, need to get home early today, have an anniversary dinner, and if I am late, my goose is cooked. My lovely wife puts up with a lot, but not on these special occasions.” We said our goodbyes, and Alan hurried away, a spring in his step. It’s good to see him so happy.

“Uncle Simon, are you staying for dinner?” Cloe asked softly. She was no longer shaking, but hadn’t given me any indication of whether she’d forgiven me yet. I scared her in the worst possible way; I never intended for her ever to have a reason to be afraid of me.

“Yes, I planned to stay about a week, maybe more. What I need to do, I can do from here for now.” He moved to lift Cloe out of her chair, and she let him. Cloe’s hand went around his neck, and she nestled into his chest.

“Come, dinner must be ready by now.” Uncle Simon gave me a wink and, to my astonishment, carried Cloe past me and out the door.

“Close your mouth, son, your chin is almost on the ground.” I snapped my mouth shut as Dad walked out the door, chuckling to himself.

Cloe was sitting in a chair beside Uncle Simon. The only chair I could get close to Cloe was too far away; two chairs between me and me, it was like the family was doing this deliberately, although not really, if you looked, they were in their normal seating, except Uncle Simon, who was sitting where I would sit. I could pick Cloe up and sit her on my knee, but because of how she backed away from me in the office, I didn’t want that to happen here, so I took a seat across from her, so I could at least look at her.

Cloe looked at me, frowned, and then turned back to Uncle Simon. They were talking happily to each other, and my jealous streak rose a notch. That Uncle Simon was getting all her attention.

To my surprise, Cloe put mashed potatoes, pumpkin, and carrots on her plate and covered them with gravy. I looked over at Dotty. Dotty didn’t appear to be worried about Cloe’s food choices, so I guess that’s okay for her to progress with that sort of food. She had joined us at the table along with Grampa Savage. With Uncle Simon here, everyone wants to be nearby to hear any news he might have for us. He was full of stories of the world, and could keep us all glued as he told his wondrous tales.