Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 274

Storm POV

Watching Cloe on the back of the trike made me smile. She’s a natural for riding. Cloe was on the back of my bike once when we visited her family, but we haven’t had the chance to visit again. With her brother moving here soon, he might want to move to the town with Cloe, not stay here in this town. Haven’t discussed that with Mum and Dad yet.

Mum insisted I didn’t follow Cloe around like a lost puppy, or worry Dad, to let Cloe find her own way. It wasn’t easy to watch from a distance. I grabbed our food, my eyes rarely strayed from the direction Cloe went, and when I had our food in hand, I walked closer, and my eyes stayed glued to the bathroom door, where Mum had said she had gone. I think we were all watching Cloe, assessing how she was doing. All ready to rush over and give Cloe a hand if she looked like she was in difficulty.

Cloe looked content, smiling and joining in, where she could; it was nice. They had all accepted that Cloe was part of the family now, and one day, a club wedding might be on the cards. It was official that Cloe was my girl; all the guys knew and respected it.

My heart swelled, almost closing off my throat, as I placed Cloe on her trike in the rider’s seat. It was hard to walk away and climb on my bike, Mum climbing on the back, because Dad had Penny on the back of him, and watch, and wait, as Cloe went through the motions. Mum had put the intercom on so we could all hear. Cloe and Mum discussed the steps to start and move the trike.

When we hit the road for real, the smile on Cloe’s face lit up her face, and she glowed with a wide grin. We took our time getting home, watching closely as we hit town, and had to slow and stop at the lights, and move on, Cloe riding like she had been riding for years, a natural in the seat, and no hesitation.

A place in the garage had been made for her trike so it could be lined up with all the bikes. I was so very proud of my girl.

“Do you want to see if you can unlatch the wheelchair?” I asked, resisting the urge to do it all myself.

“Not yet, my legs are not ready for that, even though I have feet, my legs still feel like jelly. Yep. understood that, especially now she hadn’t ridden that long, in a while, her bottom would have numbed out too. I removed her wheelchair and settled her in.

“Son, can we talk in the office?” Dad called out as he and Gramps walked off together, not waiting for my reply.

“Go, I am fine.” Cloe waved me away, her sparkling eyes still filled with joy from the tide.

Stopped at the office door and knocked.

“Come in, Son,” Dad called out. I pushed the door open. I expected only Dad and Gramps in here, but two of the Mayfield club officers were in here. Sitting relaxed in a chair.

“Hi, Jip, Screwloose. How have you been? Sorry for your loss.” They lost their President recently, who was drunk, after a fight with his lady, and hit a tree on the way home.

“Thanks, it hit us all hard.” Jip, the acting Prez, as he was the VP before the accident.

“That is why they are here, son. How do you feel about becoming the new President of the Mayfield club?”

“Shouldn’t they have a vote or something?” I was shocked, didn’t think it worked that way.

“Mayfield sort of belongs to your mother. Long story short, they approached us because none of the others had the experience to take over. Jip has tried to keep it together, but they need someone who can do the office; many don’t have the business sense to keep it running. They are not as big as our club, and need someone they can trust to often enough that they know you, and at the last me You have ridden with the guys

they had, it was suggested that you should be approached.” Wow, wow, not a position I had considered; I thought Dad was gearing me up to take over from him.

“Jip. The guys are okay with this?” Not that I doubted Dad, but I needed to hear it from the VP.

“Doubt anyone would complain with the owners being there.”

“Owners, oh, no, it will be signed over to Storm; he will be the new owner. He will be taking over all of the businesses that the Astore holds.” What? Me? A whole town?

“Fine, we’ll head off then, thank you, Prez, will catch up on Saturday.” They shook my hand and thanked me a few more times before they left. We walked them out and watched them take off down the drive on their bikes.

Dad slapped me on the back.

“Come, let’s go tell Prez, and you can give your cut back at the same time, then we can start moving your things over to your new home. Never piss off Cloe, or she will kick you out.” Dad chuckled in jest, but he had lived his life knowing Mum could do exactly the same. We have enough money not to worry about the threat, but we would prefer not to rock the boat, so we headed next door to inform our Prez of the change.

Prez was in his office, just finishing up some paperwork. He doesn’t spend as much time in here like he used to, and he’s less intimidating. I have no idea why he lost it before; maybe it was a midlife crisis.

Dad did the talking before Prez stood up and shook my hand.

“You were too good to be VP and take over your father’s spot; this will better suit you. Well done, and congrats.” I handed over my cut, feeling lost already without it.

“Don’t look so sad, next time we meet, we will be on equal footing, and we can sort out some real fun for a change. Remember the doors always open for you, as is yours for us.” Prez was right, but it still felt odd to be without it.

Now to tell Cloe the news.