Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 265

Cloe POV

Fixer was in her office when I rolled in. She looked up at me and gave me a warm smile. Being around this family was easy; they always had a warm smile for me, never pity. I don’t think I would be so comfortable living here if I saw a lot of pity in everyone’s eyes. Sadness sometimes, but never pity.

“Morning. Martha said you wanted to see me?” Martha had cornered me, as I was about to leave the kitchen, her arms full of kitchen linen, like table cloths, dish cloths. Sweet lady, always doing something, with a smile on her face, and has caught her singing a couple of times. I have to admit this house is a home, even the staff love being here, and doing their jobs, you can see how much pride they have in their work. Met the gardener, the other day, Paul, and he happily gave me tips on growing out-of-season vegetables and fruit. He was as old as the dirt he worked with, but very kind and happy to talk about almost anything. Paul was well-versed in many subjects and didn’t gossip.

“Come in and sit next to me.” I wheeled myself beside her; she had her computer open and was working on a design for my trike, which already looks amazing.

“This will be what your trike will look like at the end. Don’t worry about the paint job I put on it; I hope it was something close to what you are doing. Now these are the controld…” Fixer went on to discuss how to control the bike and cornering warnings, as I am now on three wheels and everything works differently. I am in awe of Fixer’s skills, such a talented lady, a little bit of everything. I have been learning that the woman I am sitting next to was one very powerful lady, owning half of not only this town, but four others, and a whole town not too far away. Apparently, the town she purchased was fast becoming a ghost town, and people were leaving. The town mayor approached Fixer and offered her the town. She now owns every shop and most of the homes around the town, injecting funds to improve them, and then building new shops, play centres, schools, found a place that could become a tourist interest and clean that area up, and started to promote the town, now it’s moved quadrupled in size, and growing fast. That’s the legacy of this family; it wasn’t about the money, it was what you did with it. I loved it, and this family needs to be like it. Reminded me a lot of the stories of villages of old, where the lord of the manor owns the land, and the tenants farm it, but on a grander scale,

The boys will go on a bike ride this weekend and will be gone for two days, I will miss Storm; I got used to him being around. Tank and Zero will be gone too. Fixer said it’s a boys-only event, and she will be here if I need anything, and Razor has another game we are all going to. Little Simon made the football team, not that any of us doubted he would. He plays on Sunday, while Razor’s game this time will be on Saturday. I am ready to go to both. Penny has made new pompoms for both and a huge sign, not sure how or when we will raise it, but Penny has it all figured out.

“Fixer, the trike’s fantastic. When do we get to go out for a ride?” I was so excited, it looked so easy to use.

“Not so fast, young lady. We have to finish building, and you need to finish that paint job.” Fixer laughed at my eagerness.

“Have my stitches out today, Dotty is going to remove them, she has permission to do so, then a light workout in the gym, start to gently work on my stomach muscles, too soon for anything heavy. Maybe I need to be able to do heavier work out before riding the bike, oops, trike, don’t want to slide off, because I am not physically ready. I have to walk before I can run, so to speak.” I chuckled at the comment. We have a lot of sayings we use.

“Good, we could still be months away before you can ride solo, and it might be best if I take you out on it first, get the feel of how it moves before you try and take the controls. Besides, someone needs to test it before you can ride it, and that might as well be me. We are close to the same size, where the guys have longer arms, the controls would be all wrong for them.” Fixer was chuckling away as she flicked through more pictures of what she was planning to do with my bike. It’s great that I don’t lose my bike.

Dotty arrived and wheeled me to the room, helped me onto the bed and removed the bandaging, slowly and maticulously removed the stitched, probed my stomach for pain, before letting me leave, with strict instructions, just because the outter stitches were gone, didn’t mean the ones inside my body had desolved yet, and not over to do it, and ruin all the hard work.

Free, no my antibiotics, just pain killers if needed, no my doctor visits unless needed, Dotty had received a list of exercises for me to do, she stuck it on the wall, with instructions of once a day, till she permits me to do more. At the same time, they find a new rehabilitation lady, or man. I didn’t care which.

After Dotty finished giving me instructions on how to use the equipment and the best way to get from A to B, I headed to my office, powered up my computer, and eagerly searched for my results; they should be in my inbox now. I found the colleges sss and hovered the mouse over it. Before taking a deep breath and opening it.

“There’s a great paint shop nearby, and a bike parts store not that far away.” Fixer started to gush over the idea. Storm rolled his eyes at her.

“Paint shop, we’ve got to go to that. I want some magnetic paint; I’ve seen some great colours.”

“You two should have guessed it was something like that; neither of you enjoys clothes or shoe shopping.” Fixer chuckled at Storm, but started to run a list of what to buy, and a chance to see some new equipment, for the tattoo shop.

“Can we make an outfit? The idea of going to town to look at clothes and see the look on the shopkeepers’ faces when they look at my wheelchair makes me feel uncomfortable.”

“Time for you to start seeing yourself, how we do, you’re young, and gorgeous, time to own who you are, not hide behind the wheelchair.” Fixer pushed, and I could see I would not be able to back out of this one. Not this time.