Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 264

Storm POV

I did it.

I did it.

I did it.

It took me longer than I wanted to reach this point.

But we got there, and it was hard to keep my hands to myself until Cloe was much better and reached a level of wellness that I thought she enjoyed. Making her explode was a huge triumph, and the look on her face of pure pleasure was worth all the wait. That’s what kept going over and over in my mind as I wet a washcloth and rinsed my face before heading back to clean Cloe up. I felt like I was floating in the air, my babe’s first orgasm. She was so responsive to my touch. Cloe was tight, very tight. I think she had a bit of pain when I overeagerly thrust my tongue inside of her. I didn’t think my tongue was that large to cause damage, but I guess it shows that she hadn’t used a vibrator, or even her fingers, which made me as proud as a puffed-up cockerel. I think I will need to work on her entrance a lot more before I can try to enter her.

We snuggled in, with a sigh of satisfaction, breathed out from Cloe, before sleep came quickly for both of us.

At five in the morning, the sun not even thinking about rising yet, my phone vibrated beside me. I had turned off the ringer, as the vibration was usually enough to wake me; I never wanted my phone to wake Cloe, not while she was still healing and had stitches. It didn’t seem fair.

“Yeah?” I answered the phone without checking who was calling first; the last thing I wanted right now was to climb out of bed.

“Come downstairs, we are going next door to the cells.” Dad’s voice boomed loudly in my ear. I cringed for two reasons: one, it sounded loud in my ear; and two, it wasn’t the way to answer the phone to Dad or VP, whichever he was being at that moment. Wishing I could get at least another hour’s sleep, I dragged myself out of bed, dressed, and left a note for Cloe, ensuring the chair was right where Dotty had told me was the best place for Cloe to get in and out of bed.

“No, don’t bother with breakfast yet, we can grab something after, come with me.” I hadn’t expected Dad to be downstairs, waiting for me. He didn’t say what was going on. Dad turned and walked briskly out the door. Thank goodness I can keep up with his long strides. Dad was focused and on a mission; his face was void of any emotion making it harder to guess what this was about.

Guys nodded and parted as we walked into the clubhouse, only the skeleton crew were awake, the rest either at home or upstairs still in slumberland.

“Prez here yet? Dad asked, as he continued towards the door that would lead us to the cells.

‘Negative, Simon and Savage are though. Already in the room waiting for you.” Dad nodded and continued down the hallway, opened the door to the stairs we take to reach the cells, and started down the long steps. I closed the door behind me and followed Dad down. The moment he opened the lower door, the sounds of a girl screaming and sobbing assaulted my ears.

What the?

The guard pushed open the door, and we stepped in. The girl I recognised immediately, Mia, Cloe’s sister, I had forgotten that we were bringing her in if we got the chance. Guess that change came.

“Let me go, f***wits, do you know who my father is F**king stupid basta*ds. He will skin you alive when he catches you.” She had a foul mouth. Mia’s voice was high-pitched, and it hurt my ears to listen to her whine. Totally opposite to Cloe. Mind you, Cloe can swear like the rest of us, but not like this, not at someone, more at herself.

Seeing Mia made me glad Dad said to wait for breakfast. Her nose was broken and angled to the right of her face, blood streaming from it, a cut lip, and bruising already developing around her eyes. Mia was tied to the chair, at her ankles and had her wrists behind the back of the chair. It looked uncomfortable to be in that position.

“Gone to ground.” She spat a mouthful of blood at the feet of Prez.

“Where?” Prez pushed.

“Don’t know, when he wants to go off grid, no one can find him.” Meaning she couldn’t find him, but our IT guy can trace his location through his phone. I moved forward and picked her phone off the floor.

“Password?” As much as she tried not to give it, Mia was still under the effects of the drug and couldn’t stop giving the password. I typed it in, found the father’s number, and handed the phone over to Uncle Simon.

“On it.” He said, called someone on his phone, gave the information, hung up, and pocketed both his and Mia’s phones.

“Leave her here, might have some more questions later, plus she’s good bait,” Prez said, turning to leave the room. We all followed. Mia’s screams-“don’t leave me like this”-echoed down the hall until we reached the stairs. The bottom door closed out her screams. Thank goodness for soundproof doors.

“That girl’s worse than our club girls.” Meaning the ones that come to pleasure the guys, and hope to hook one,

“Going back home for breakfast, and to see if my woman has woken yet,” I called out, not sure why I was included in this morning’s trip to the cells. Dad could have just filled me in when we met in the office later.