Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 305

Chapter 305 

Tracey POV 

I woke, feeling guilty for waking Tank last night with all my thoughts, then fell asleep quickly after, and most likely left poor Tank with a lot to think about. It’s me, if I think of something, I have to share it, or it plays on my mind till I can give it away. I would have tossed and turned all night till I could talk about it, one of my many flaws, according to my family. 

Should have known that I couldn’t sneak out of bed; it’s like Doom has this sixth sense of where I am and what I need before I even know what I need. 

Breakfast was my usual; I don’t eat much, but breakfast is a must. I can skip lunch, and often did when working at the hospital. 

At the gym, I stripped down to my sports pants and bra and started on the bike, Doom riding next to me, keeping pace, slow at first and then picked up the speed, he kept me focused, niether trying to do the other out, just two people working to together, this was nice, my ex used to try and go faster than me, do extra reps than me, and make me feel small and worthless. Doom didn’t make me feel worthless, and he was easy to be with while I worked out. He helped me with weights and allowed me to help him, smirking when I had trouble moving some of the heavier weights, not nasty, but a more jovial chuckle. I was more or less done when Storm and Tempest arrived. 

“Morning.” I greeted them, looking between Storm and Tempest, who looked like they had hardly slept last night. 

“Morning, we are both here to exercise today,” Storm said, giving Tempest a look that said something else. 

“Okay, come on, let’s get you on the bike and warmed up.” Storm helped Tempest onto the bike. I put on the harness. Storm climbed on the bike next to Tempest, and together they warmed up, just like Doom and I did. Storm didn’t push to go faster than Tempest, but kept a nice pace with her. You could tell they were a couple, and I thought about my session with Doom, and if someone was watching, they might think the same. 

I like that idea. 

Doom was different; he hadn’t once made me feel any less of myself. I wasn’t competing with him, but we worked as a team. I need to talk to him at some point, about us, if there was an us, because he hadn’t been giving me any real hints that he’s interested in me. 

I thought about Tempest’s comment about him being gay, but I don’t feel it. 

Did he play both sides of the field? 

That was a thought to ponder. 

My brain won’t let this go until I find the answers; it’s how I work. I dislike unanswered questions. 

Mind you, getting an answer that suits my brain so that it would turn off, doesn’t mean it’s right, look how wrong I was with my ex-boyfriend. 

I pushed all those thoughts back in my head; no doubt they will rise again when I don’t want them to, and I focused on Tempest, getting her through our session, and a massage at the end. Tempest went through the motions, not putting in her best, but I hadn’t expected her to. Storm hovered close by. Something was amiss; there was more to this than just being upset. 

“Talk to me?” I looked between Storm and Tempest, waiting for one to talk. 

“There was another news report, someone Tempest knew was just shot. We don’t know whether that guy was involved with Dawson; he wasn’t a boyfriend, just someone who lived down the street. One of the few who treated Tempest with kindness.” 

“Shot by Dawson?” Doom asked the question, beating me to asking the same question.” 

“No, Dawson’s closer to us than there, maybe an associate, we don’t know, that piece of the puzzle hasn’t been found yet,” Storm answered. Tempest had not spoken since she entered the door. Small sniffles were heard during her training session, and full-out tears during the massage. 

“Storm, I think Tempest needs help? I am not sure I can help her emotionally if she stays closed up 

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