Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 283

Cloe POV

Poor Storm, he was out of sorts. When he woke up, he took a long shower, and it wasn’t until after breakfast that he came out of his funk. Now, we are getting ready to go to the clubhouse and become members. We were both dressed in black jeans and shirts, and Storm was wearing his riding boots. My hair was in a ponytail. We both looked ready to go for a ride, so why not?

“Want to ride over?” I asked Storm as he grabbed the SUV’s keys.

“Ride? Thought you wanted to be in your wheelchai?” Storm looked confused and must have forgotten that the wheelchair can go on the back of the trike.

“I do.” I shrugged nonchalantly. He was the one stressed out, not me. I don’t know why, but I was looking forward to this.

“Then we need the SUV.” He stated as if that was the end of the subject.

“Why are you afraid to use the hand controls on my trike?”

“You would let me ride your Trike?” The shocked look on his face was priceless. I am not that bad, am I?

“Sure, best way to arrive, would it not? I can still have the wheelchair attached to the back; we will look better arriving on a bike, even if it is three wheels.”

“Done.” He placed the keys back on the wall hook and grabbed my trike keys. He had ridden my trike before. Fixer had insisted that he knew how to use the controls, just in case I was stuck somewhere and he needed to rescue me.

Storm lifted me onto the back and double-checked that the wheelchair was secure before climbing on himself. We didn’t ride into town, like I thought we would, but then the other club was out of town, so it was kind of stupid to think it would be in town. He took the long side road, avoiding the town completely. It only took twenty minutes to reach the clubhouse, which was on the other side of town, away from us. I was enjoying the ride, and a little disappointed it was over already. Hopefully, we get to have a longer ride late. As Storm helped me off the trike and into my chair, I noticed our guards pulling up and parking under some trees. The club members will have to get used to them being around. I can’t see Storm refusing them entry; they have been part of his life since birth. Although, come to think about it, they would be used to seeing them on runs and club gatherings, so it shouldn’t be a surprise. Fixer and Tank have had them around for many years, like second nature. I don’t think Storm even thinks about them when he’s planning stuff. Guess only the head security man gets informed, and the rest was up to them.

Inside the clubhouse, it looked good, a long bar, bike decorations, chairs and a table set up for today. It didn’t look like their usual setup; by the look of the floor, long tables were set along one wall, with food already on them, plates and cutlery at one end. The room was full of men and ladies, milling around. Jip came out of the back room, followed by Tank, Fixer, Savage, Razor, and Uncle Simon.

“Didn’t think we would miss this, did you?” Tank shopk Storm’s hand, and Fixer came to me, squatted down, and hugged me too.

“Thank you for coming.” I knew they would be here; t was hard to keep them from Storm, especially when he said he wished they were here to witness him receiving his patch.

“Calm everyone. Take a seat.” Jip called out, the noise of chairs scraping on the floor, as everyone took a seat. Tank, Fixer and family sat with us, leaving Storm at the end, and I was next to him in the aisle.

Gone from a fairly quiet time at Fixers to this was a bit overwhelming. I tried to smile and accept all the handshakes and air kisses, with promises to catch up on girls’ day and get to know each other from some of the ladies.

Time seemed to blur, and the doors were flung open. Girls and guys arrived; some girls were here in the hope of snagging a guy and becoming a member, others came just to spread their legs and have a good time. Booze was free today, in celebration, and that has drawn a large crowd. The guards were close by, monitoring all that came close to Storm and me. It was hard for them to do their jobs, with all this going on, and I think Tank gave them the sign to relax a bit and enjoy the food and non-alcoholic drinks.

A girl saw the patch on Storm and tried to make a play at him. I flagged one of the guards.

“Remove her from the party.” I nodded to the girl, who wouldn’t take no for an answer. The girl was picked up and carried, like a sack, with one arm as she slumped over his hip, and took her out the door. To the loud cheers and chants from the now drunk crowd. She was kicking and screaming as she was removed and unceremoniously dumped out the door, and the guard stood arms folded, glaring at her, to dare return, some unsavoury words could be heard through the door.

Some of the visiting girls came to me and introduced themselves. It was obvious who I was to Storm because I had his name on my cut, and I wore it with pride. The girls were polite and didn’t approach Storm. Lucky for them, it only took removing one girl from the party to make me gain respect I didn’t think I had earned. Maybe it was all a test of some kind.

“You have done well, my dear. I didn’t need to worry about you; you handled the situation like you had done it dozens of times before. Even Tank approved of your methods, this club will see you are no pushover.” Jib said, and I hadn’t thought, just reacted.

“Thank you.” I didn’t know what else to say. This was Storm’s big day; he didn’t need that kind of attention, not today.