Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 319

Chapter 319

Doom POV

Tracey took advantage of my piss horn. This girl, since discovering that lovemaking was not restricted to nighttime, had been taken advantage of when I least expected it. I had to restrict the outside romps, purely because of the security cameras everywhere, but it appears that she enjoys the thrill of someone walking in on us. Like in the gym or the office. Just like I often catch Storm and Tempest, although I do try to do a discreet withdrawal.

Tracey was snuggled up beside me, her hand playing with my chest, running her fingers over my chest–something she enjoys doing.

“Would you like to be my woman, wear my cut?” I asked softly, kissing her hair and rubbing Tracey’s back with my hands.

“Um? Er? Yeah, okay,” Tracey replied, just as casually, sending a thrill through me.

She said yes.

Not to ask Tempest to sort out the party at the club, and Jip to put names on the cut. Can’t wait for

that day.

Five whole weeks have gone by in lockdown.

Dawson and some of his men’s bodies were taken to be fertilised. Dawson didn’t last long once that appendage was removed. He couldn’t piss properly, and it got infected and smelly. He was unconscious for the day, before he breathed his last, but in pain the whole time he was aware.

Dawson was furious that we broke the code on his computer and that the men and women involved were being rounded up. Alan was more than happy to receive his anonymous information, and it was a big feather in his cap. Around the world, gun and drug lords and their lackeys were being arrested. The media went wild for a while with all the arrests, and the hunt for Dawson intensified on both sides of the law, but they couldn’t figure out where he had disappeared to.

Today was the day, we are on stage two of security, and Tempest had organised the party and the cut ceremony. Tempest, Wrench and Pip, Pip being Wrench’s youngest sister, are going to be Tracey’s bridesmaids.

Last night, Storm joined me at the clubhouse, where we stayed the night in his room, along with Skunk and Sprocket, having our own private party. They will be standing beside me when I take Tracey as mine.

The transformation of the Clubhouse at that time was amazing–the road and footpaths. I couldn’t have done better myself. The roof has been completely changed, all new tiling. The space was extended, increasing the building’s size. On the ground–floor, the barroom is finished and looks

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amazing, with a new bar, chairs, tables, wall paintings, pictures of past officers, and bike parts and other items of interest. The kitchen was all new, the laundry was still being done, and some of the bathrooms were still being done, but on the whole, the place, with the help of the club members, was almost completed; it was a place of pride now.

Today will be the first party in the place. I agreed to let today be the club’s opening day. It will be closed to the public, or should I say non–club members, until after my ceremony, which will happen this morning, before lunch, and after two this afternoon, the doors will be open for the public to come and celebrate our renewed building.

“Time,” Storm said as we finished breakfast and were dressed, ready to go down. We had toast and coffee for breakfast, too nervous to eat anything else.

Storm led the way to the outside area, which was amazing. Now that they had paved and grassed the area, the bikes were lined up waiting for Tracey to walk past. A table at the end was where I would stand. Tandy watched me walk to him, a smile on his face. Today, he will be officiating the ceremony. Dad and most of my family were there; my oldest brother’s wife was about to give birth, so he wasn’t there, but everyone else was. Tank, Fixer and her family. It was great to have all those I consider family or close friends attend. Fixer had them flown in and would stay the night in one of the train carriages, or a room upstairs, for the older couples, like Tank, Tandy and Dad.

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