Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 300

Doom POV

The night was peaceful, no rowdy members still having fun outside the transportable, best night’s sleep since we joined the club. I was up early, grabbed a quick bite to eat, and moved to the shooting range before even the sun had risen in the sky and brought out the dummies first, setting them up in two places, one for Tempest to shoot and one for Tracey. Then brought out tables, and I put different rifles on the tables, thinking that Tempest would need the lighter ones, being most likely in her chair or on the floor, had to think what ones would be best when sitting, not a position I had been in, but then, shooting from the back of the bike, might be considered the same.

One look told me that Tracey had put a lot of effort into pushing that wheelchair. I should have thought of that and gone back to wheel her in. I was kicking myself for not having thought of that, and I offered her a bottle of water, which she took and sipped a few times. Tempest, oblivious to Tracy’s effort, was too busy checking out the table.

Gramps took over teaching after Tempest, as it should be, and watched, waiting for my turn with Tracey; she was a natural shot. Hit the bullseye once with the gun, and several times in the heart of the dummies.

“I used to enjoy the shooting game at the fair, when I could go, and in the game zone in town, when I was younger.” She explained, blushing as she told me stories about her younger years. Tracey offered her explanation in stories with no coercion from me.

“Time to return,” Gramps called out after we had been out here shooting for over an hour. I moved to put the equipment away, Gramps got behind the wheelchair and pushed Tempest back, using the excuse to discuss the shooting, rather than taking the effort away from Tracey.

“Do you need a hand?” Tracey offered, I guess it wouldn’t hurt for Tracey to learn how to dismantle the rifles. I will handle the guns, and the security team will clean them and put them away.

“Sure, do you think you can lift one of the targets and take it to that shed?” I pointed to the shed and offered the lighter targets for her to take. The task was over quickly when some men came out and helped put it away, and I didn’t need to show the dismantling of the weapons, as the men took charge of that too. Tracey didn’t balk at the work and took what I asked.

“What are you up to now?” I asked, as we strolled back to the house.

“Tempest doesn’t have any therapy till this afternoon. So, I might check my emails, do another part of my

studies, and relax a bit.” Tracey’s voice was soft and careful. It was like she thought about how to answer before speaking.

“Studies? Thought you had finished with them.” I blurted out, not as careful as Tracey was being. I have little filter when speaking.

“I have, I am a trained physiotherapist now, but I am studying for my master’s degree.” Wow, this girl’s smart.

“How long does that one go for?”

“It’s two years, but I have already done four months, while trying to get hands on work, the online school, was okay for me to start it, before putting in the completed hands on time, as Karen had my back, promising the institute that I will have it completed, and with Tempest help and the security teams, I have completed my hours, as we are in locked down, Karen had signed off as competent, and will do another assessment when the doors are open again.”

“Wow, guess you are a busy woman then.” I felt disappointed that Tracey will be busy all the time, I can’t blame her for having a life and goals.

“Sort of, why did you want to hang out?” Tracey looked at me and then back at the path.

“Don’t want to take you away from your studies and routine.”

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