Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 332

Chapter 332

Skunk POV

I was being overprotective, I knew this, but mum, being mum, came off far too strong. I explained

this quietly to Dad when Mum was getting dessert, not a lot, but a bit more than last time Pip told

them her story. He understands and will talk with Mum to try to be less loud, but that’s who Mum is

and always has been. It didn’t bother me much in the past, but it does now. Scaring my soon–to–be

wife and child was not going down too well.

“Son, she might be a little more over the top than usual, because last week, she found a lump in her breast, and yesterday the results came in, and she was diagnosed with breast cancer. She had a biopsy done, and needs to have the breast removed, but when you called, she told the doctor to wait till after the wedding. You might want to tone it down a little, and I will talk to your mum to see how we can fix this. The poor boy, I can see he was scared. If I can get her to be softer while she’s here, maybe the lad will accept her.”

“We shall see Dad, but I can’t force Dan to like her. First impressions and all that.” I understood, being told she was losing a breast had to be hard, and finding out I have a son, their first grandchild, she was a little eager to meet him, and bond before her surgery, but she ruined it.

Dan complained he was ready for bed, which was a perfect opportunity for me to leave them to enjoy their night.

I was torn.

What do they call it?

Divided loyalties.

I wanted to comfort my mum and, at the same time, protect my son and Pip, so I shunned my mother; it hurt inside as I did it, but I felt it was the right thing to do. I couldn’t give her what she wanted. Last time I saw her, we fought because she didn’t want me to follow my mates to this club, she wanted to keep me home, where she could call on me.

Control me was more like it.

It might not have seemed that way to her, but that was how it felt to me. I needed to spread my wings and fly, yet she wanted me to stay in the nest or close to it. I couldn’t think when she was around; she had suffocated me with her neediness for all my attention. I have other siblings, but being the eldest, Mum didn’t want to let go, because that would mean the others would leave soon

too.

Dad called it the fear of the empty nest. So, a child, suddenly being in her clutches, was a little over

exuberant.

Tuoter

I get it, sort of

Mum worried she would be left alone, and the fear of loneliness consumed her, but she had lots of

friends. Fixer would always be nearby, so in that sense, I don’t get it. Maybe it’s coming home to

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