Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 311

Chapter 311

Doom POV

The place was a hive of activity.

Storm and Tempest were both on their phones on and off for over an hour, being updated and making new plans. Uncle Simon and Grandpa Savage were both here now, having arrived by helicopter ten minutes ago. Storm had gone into the office with them, while Tempest sat beside me; if she had legs, I think she would be pacing the floor, both worried about Tracey, who was still in surgery.

According to a nurse who came by to check on me, it wasn’t bad; it missed all major arteries in the arm and didn’t go deep enough to reach the arm. The throw had been weak; if the man had used full strength, it would have been a different story. The reason for the delay was her job; she needs full mobility in her arms to continue, so they are doing the best repair job to minimise scarring that could restrict arm and shoulder movement.

“Tracey will have a full recovery and might still work with one arm. If I know Tracey, stop worrying, you saved her,” Tempest said, trying to pacify me.

“If I hadn’t talked her into going on a jog, she wouldn’t have been hurt.” I retorted weakly back, not recognising my own voice.

“Fiddlesticks, that’s BS, and you know it. You saved many lives today. They had some old–style rocket launchers; if they managed to move a little bit closer, we were done for. The house would have been demolished. They got too close for comfort. Dearest Dad wants me gone, one way or another. He doesn’t care who he takes down with him.” I hadn’t heard about the rocket launcher. They only needed to be ten meters or a hundred yards from the house; they were too close. Luckily, the grass area was greater than that distance, they would have to come out into the open to fire them, but by then it would be too late for us to clear the house.

“How did they get this close? Any suspects?” I asked. It was not that long ago that I spoke to Storm like this; it was weird talking to Tempest about the place’s security.

“Yes, plenty, have a team working on it.”

The doctor came out and looked at me before turning to Tempest.

“Lucky girl, an inch deeper and things would be different.” He turned to look at me.

“If you had removed that knife, she would have most likely bled out. Good work.” Turned back to

Tempest.

“We have done the best we can. Tracey will have full use of her arm, but it’s best if she doesn’t use

it for anything heavy, and definitely no work for at least two weeks. But if I know you girls, you’ll

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never listen to me, and Tracey will do what she pleases. But try to reduce it as much as possible, and keep any exercise to light exercise, gentle rolls, that sort of thing.” The doctor continued to talk to Tempest, but the door opened, and Tracey was rolled out.

“Doctor, can I take her back to our room?” I watched as they began moving her to a bed in the medical wing.

“Not yet. Tracey has only just got out of surgery, maybe in about four or five hours, or when she wakes up, if before that time. That’s one strong lass, a fighter. She will recover.”

He turned back to Tempest, advising her on the other men in his care and what he would dearly love to do to them, but ethics wouldn’t let him. They have been patched up and sent to the cells. I had forgotten that this place had cells; they hadn’t been used in years. Savage, Simon, Dirk and Storm will all be down there, interrogating them, one at a time, while Tempest and her team work on discovering the traitor. My job? I haven’t been assigned one. I guess they didn’t think I would want one, that I would sit and watch the sleeping form of Tracey. They are right, in that sense, I want to be here with her when she wakes up. But I can still work while being beside her.

When the doctor finished, Tempest turned to look at me, who was now sitting by Tracey’s bed holding her hand.

“Tempest, can you bring in a laptop? I can go over the footage. I need to be useful while waiting for Tracey to wake up.”

“Sure, I will give you the link to our home security, check all the staff going back as fast as you can. There’s more to this, I am sure of it.” Tempest tapped me on the knee and wheeled herself out of the room. Dirk arrived, handed me the laptop and a piece of paper, and gave me a temporary password. They had started creating temporary ones since the lockdown, not trusting staff.

“Start from today and go backwards, working on the home security, and others are looking at the outside ones. If you don’t know anyone or hear any conversations that sound off, log it, and I will get the alert and check it out.” Dirk left me to it, and I was happy to be doing something, rather than staring at the slumbering woman in the bed.

I opened today’s footage first and watched the cook on fast–forward. She was alone most of the time, a busy woman, that one, always cooking. It looks like she enjoys her job. When another staff member arrived, I slowed down a bit to listen to what they had to say. Chipmunk voices or close to it echoed in my ear. Having put one earpiece in to listen, the other was for Tracey in case she woke

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