Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 286

Storm POV

The guys arrived.

My best friends since birth.

Tempest hinted that they might come.

But I hadn’t expected it to be now.

My heart was pounding hard in my chest as we group-hugged, then let them choose a room. It was not until we were sitting in the lounge room discussing the club and what we would like them to do that my heart stopped racing, and I took in that all this was real, and my besties were here.

“Tempest, hey. I like your road name; it suits both of you. I agree, you came into his life with a huge bang, and blew us all away.” Sprocket was saying, when I told them Cloe’s new name was Tempest. Laughs continued, and it was like old times, joking and skarlarking about. I know we are considered adults now, but what’s the harm in having some fun now and then?

Doom was giving Tempest a list of what he needed to biteman the drive and carpark, a lot to do, before calling in the truck to drop the tar mixture. He was giving us other options, like a thick concrete instead of a black tar mixture. He was excited to get things happening, get to the clubhouse, and see what he could do. Might leave the driveway till last and get the pathways around it done first. Sounded like he knew what he was doing, and Tempest was already online ordering what he needed. It will be delivered on Wednesday, plenty of time to get to the property and get a plan in place. I sent a text to Jip, and he called back.

“Yes, you have put them on the books now, and give them their cut tomorrow, and introduce them to the members when they come to the clubhouse, would you like a party to welcome them in on Saturday?” I had Jip on speaker, for us all to hear.

“I don’t mind a party, any excuse to get booze and free food,” Skunk called out, causing us all to laugh.

“Then tomorrow we give you a cut, and on Saturday, introduce you to the members before the doors open. I can get your names on before you arrive tomorrow. I look forward to the plans you have been making for improving our clubhouse.” We bantered about a bit longer before Jip hung up. Jip will be busy tonight sewing my guys’ names on the cuts; they have some cuts premade, just like Dad does, and they are waiting only for the names to be added.

Not long after I had hung up the phone, yawns started, and we headed to bed, my mind at peace.

Now that I have my friends here, I miss them a lot.

We can start making plans for club improvements in earnest, which, with them, has me more excited than when I was asked to be president. Tempest had given me two names of club members in the building trade: Scruffy and Bullet, both of whom have done work at the clubhouse. I will chase them up tomorrow and get them both to meet me at the clubhouse. If they have time, I understand we all have to make a living, and they could be working. But I am not time restricted, and can meet in the evening if that suits them better.

Tempest didn’t have a nightmare last night, which meant I, too, had a great night’s sleep. I woke to her moving towards the edge of the bed to reach for her wheelchair. Our bed was not a standard bed; besides being longer because of my height, we had the legs shortened so Tempest could slide in and out of her chair more easily. It took a bit of getting used to, but I’m happy to make that adjustment, if it helps my woman. Everything was lower, even in the bathroom, with the sink lower, which was harder to adjust to than the bed, especially when you are already above average height. Everything felt too low before the changes.

A quick shower, we headed down to the kitchen, the smell of bacon hitting my nose as I carried Tempest down the stairs.

“Chair or me?” I asked with a soft chuckle. Each day, I give Tempest the option.

“You,” Tempest mumbles back, snuggling closer to my chest.

The kitchen was busy making food for the workers. Tempest had talked about building some bunkhouses, so the home was mainly for us, since Mum and Dad never lived here; they didn’t care, but Grams always liked having people around. I have to agree; I would prefer most to move out. This is now our home, and one day I hope to have children running about. They, the security, gardeners, and other staff, can move into them. Three would be enough. We only have one bunkhouse at the moment, which many security members use, so we need two more. If the staff don’t like it, they can leave. Plenty more people are looking for work.

“Oh, sorry, I wasn’t expecting you so early. What would you like for breakfast?” We didn’t answer her; instead, Tempest grabbed two plates and loaded them up with what was already cooked.

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