Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 293

Tempest POV

Tracey arrived today.

“Storm, this is Tracey. I have given her a room on the ground floor, the one that’s like a mini apartment.” We now have several rooms empty, since Gramps sacked about thirty staff, and we are down to a reasonable

level. Each one had been checked out; most had been part of the household for generations. Anyone even slightly looked like being disrespectful, or heard to be, was out, no questions asked. Besides, we have security cameras everywhere, making it easy to verify any claims of misconduct. Still room for more to go, but will see how everyone settles before culling more.

“Welcome to our home. Tempest has said nothing but good things about you.” Tracey was shy, especially around men. I have been warned by my therapist of her fear of men, coming from a single-mother home, where her mother had a revolving door of boyfriends, and many had been abusive to her mother. Sometimes against her, too. Her boyfriends had not been a very good choice, never seeing the lovely person behind the shyness and fear that haunted her eyes when around many men.

I feel she needs me as much as I need her. For me, it was be both physical and mental, for her it would be getting her training done, and gaining confidence around men, there are plenty around here, for her to slowly stop being afraid of them, it early days, but Tracey refuses to do a one on one, with any of them, I need to be there with her. I am okay with that. I can work on my laptop while she helps the guards with whatever pain they can’t shift, and each person she works on goes in her book, towards the hours she needs.

Two weeks have flown by since Tracey moved here.

Tracey settled in quickly, was loved by the staff, and was helpful around the place. Security men came to her for advice, never more than one man at a time, and only when I am with her, making appointments at the gym, to meet there, and this helped her gain confidence around the security teams, getting to see that not all men were brutes.

Storm was away all day, working at the site, then spent a few hours in his office, catching up on what he needed to do there. He’s exhausted by the end of the day and often asleep before me.

Giving me more and more time with Tracey, doing girl stuff. I was learning more and more about my body,

muscle groups, and yeah, makeup, the best colour to suit my complexion. All the things I paid little

attention to, because I didn’t want to be seen, now I want to be seen by Storm. I have some new stuff.xy underwear, hopefully Storm likes them, it’s hard to show them off, what I am hoping to do is climb on the bed, and try to pose for him. I am trying to find a way to make me feel better about myself, and not just to look good for Storm, it’s hard to think sexy with no legs, to me that was a turn off, not a come here and ravage me.

Today, Tracey went out to visit her teacher, and for the first time in two weeks, it was time to submit her recording book for signing off and feedback on her work. Karen will come and watch Tracey, testing her proficiency and any improvements in her technique. Storm is sitting with me in the lounge watching an ice hockey game he wanted to watch, a semi-final.

“How’s Dotty? Any news on the outcome of the biopsy?” I asked, and I’ve been worried about her since we moved her.

“It wasn’t cancer; the lump has been removed. It might be a while before she can go back to nursing. Gramps Savage wants her to retire from full-time work and be a nurse for the security team and around the home. She’s thinking about it. This scared her enough to rethink her life direction seriously.” I was snuggled up against Storm, his arm over my shoulder, playing with my hair.

“Glad she didn’t lose her brea.st, or have to go through chemo or radiation treatment. It had to have been traumatic for both of them.” I was genuinely concerned, brea.st cancer doesn’t have to be a death sentence, but it could be.

‘Breaking News. Mr Dawson, who was awaiting trial for guns and drug running, was allegedly beaten today while in jail. The ambulance was hijacked on its way to the hospital, and the paramedics found him on the roadside, unconscious. The public is warned that if they see Mr Dawson, do not approach him; he is considered extremely dangerous and should be called immediately at Triple four-triple-four-four. I repeat: do not approach; call the police special hotline immediately. The ice hockey game came back on, but left me shaking.

“That was a set-up. Bet he wasn’t that badly beaten up.” Storm said angrily, as if that made any difference to me, Dad was out, and on the run, he would kill to stay out of jail.

“Do you think he will come here?” I didn’t trust Dad not to come; he must be fuming over all the information I gave the police, if he finds out it was me who gave it all to them.

Storm’s phone rang, he took one look and put it on speaker.

“Son, did you see the news flash?” Tank didn’t need to say what it was about, and he sounded a little anxious.

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