Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 292

Storm POV

We were at the clubhouse when more than forty men arrived in response to Jip’s call to all club members about a clean-up day: the more the merrier, and to reduce the workload on others.

I was impressed with the turnout on such short notice.

Jip introduced my mates and me to those who showed up, and we started the big clean-up. Large skip bins arrived, and rubbish and items of no foreseeable value quickly filled them; new bins arrived. The shed we allocated for material storage was now clean and empty, ready for the first delivery. An area cleared for the train carriages and the new playground for the kids, plus a section for the older children, where flying foxes, wall climbing, and other activities would be created. Tempest had thought of all ages and tried to cater to them, giving us ideas to work on, not just for the club’s adult members but also for the club’s property for all. I was excited to see all those who showed up look so pleased that the club was being upgraded, which it had sadly needed.

We had stopped for a break, and sandwiches were brought out. We sat around on logs and upturned crates.

“Storm, can I ask a personal question?” One of the men started carefully.

“You can, but I reserve the right not to answer if it’s too personal,” I replied jokingly.

“How’s Tempest coping with the news report. I think it would have hit her hard, like that’s not something one wants to see of their so-called family on the world news.” Others nodded in agreement and stared at me, waiting for a response.

“Not as well as she tries to pretend. It has hit her hard. But it’s not so much the news that what her father and sister had done would reflect on her, but how the public might bombard our town, and the impact and bad arrivals here causing trouble, that were worrying her the most. I need you guys to keep an eye and ear out for anyone trying to stir up trouble; we need to nip it in the bud before it can manifest into something nasty.”

“We already thought of that, and have groups of people watching the town centre, and the truck stops have been alerted to keep an ear out too.”

“Yeah. We got Tempests back. You would have to be blind and stupid to think that girl had anything to do with what her father did.” Said one of the men who had been here when Tempest sent that chick packing, and that had been the talk of the morning. I had heard a number of the guys informing those not here what happened, and they are impressed with Tempest and love the plans for the clubhouse.

“Thanks, guys. I will tell Tempest, she will appreciate it.” I wasn’t sure what else to say. We have put out feelers with our security team. Dad, Mum, and the whole family are working on putting out any fires before they grow, if there are any. Now that our members have her back, we shouldn’t have any issues. Just when I said that, my phone pinged. Another staff member had been bad-mouthing Tempest, and Gramps had dealt with it. Looks like our home was not safe until we weeded out all the problem staff. This will have Tempest and me on eggshells till this blows over.

We got back to work, trucks arrived and left. The morale of the tired me was high, and a lot of work got done. Late afternoon, the last truck left with a bin full, and we called it a day.

“Catch you all on Saturday, for our official introduction. Thank you all for coming today.” The men left, still in good spirits. We rode home, leaving Jip to organise the clubhouse for the night. He had been doing it long enough that I didn’t need to ask what he was doing. I trust him completely.

Tempest looked exhausted, and she filled me in about her day and the new lass that would be coming to live with us, as of Sunday. The girl had something to sort out first. I was glad, she needed a woman her own age to be with, too many men around here, no one for Tempest to unload on, girl chats that sort of thing. Sounds like the girl could do with a nice home, and I had to agree: one of the guys might fall for her. I hope so, they need good ladies too. It can’t be easy for them to see how happy Tempest and I are.

Saturday came before we could blink. I had taken a lightweight wheelchair to store at the clubhouse so that Tempest could arrive on the back of my bike. The harness Dad made works like a treat. What’s left of her legs below the knee fit snugly in the small bags, and Tempest loves riding on the back, very comfortable, she had said, which made Dad’s face grin from ear to ear. It was a statement ride in the gate, the four of us, it will surely gain some attention from those who haven’t met us yet. We rode with me at the front, then Doom, Sprocket, and Skunk bringing up the rear. It’s how we have always ridden when out and about; it just fell that way, and for us it works.

The clubhouse was full, many more than I had expected.

Jip greeted us, walked us to the bar, I sat Tempest on the bar, and stood next to her, my arm around her back. Jip stood on a chair.

“Hey! Yup.” He called out and blew a loud, piercing whistle through his fingers, which gained instant silence; it worked a treat.

“Today, we officially hand over the Presidency to Storm, his lady Tempest. With them are new members, transferred over with Storm, they are Doom, Sprocket, and Skunk, each waved as their names were called out. Cheers of welcome rang out, stamping of feet, whistles, and thumping tables.

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