Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 335

Pip POV

They were never supposed to be out, not before the trial. If these guys were out, does that mean Richard was out too?

I was trembling in fear; even with three strong men to help us this time, it still scared me, sending tremors through me.

Will this ever end? The only plus side was that I have Skunk now, and he’s very sensitive to our reaction to those around us. Until Dan and I can get over this fear, he will have to be our rock and

strength, carrying us both.

“Pip, are you okay?” Fingers asked as she worked on my hips. I always feel like I can move better

after a session with her, she does have magic fingers, knowing the right place to work.

“Yes, it was a shock. I thought they were still in jail. That’s what we were told; maybe it’s only Richard that was kept behind bars.” Not that I can do much about those men, I will have to ask if a

restraining order can be placed on them, too.

“Have you seen the wedding dress yet?” Fingers asked, as she dug into my left hip, causing me to hiss in pain, and changing the conversation.

“No, not yet. I wasn’t going to see it until I went to stay the night at Tempest’s place, as we did for Doom’s wedding. The same four of us will have fun.”

“Yeah, those who travelled back home will have to return, and I heard that one of Skunk’s schoolmates who moved to another town and joined the club there will be riding to be here for the wedding. I think he will bring his sister too. They grew up together, were closer to Skunk than the others. If you thought Nightingale was loud, wait till you meet the sister, she’s right out there now. Since she broke up with her cheating boyfriend last year, she has gotten more assertive, taking what she wants, like a Playboy girl style.” Fingers was talking about something I know little about. Skunk and I had talked a bit, but there was so much more that neither of us knew about each other. It’s hard to believe I am marrying a stranger who no longer feels like one.

“What’s this girl’s name?”

“Her name was given to her when the boys made their own one. The guy was called Stinger, and the girl was called Skittles. According to Tempest, I was not around then, and neither was she, but Storm has talked about their past and how they got their names. Have you heard how Skunk got his?” This was Finger’s bedside manner. If you haven’t fallen asleep on her, she will ask questions, keeping you talking about good things, and I think she’s more than a physiotherapist.

“Yeah, had me chuckling for a while. Even now, when I think of it, I giggle.” I giggled at the memory and imagined how the class felt with his toxic fart.

+25 Pranks

We finished without me falling asleep, and I felt really good. The cream Fingers gave me was working a treat, bringing out the bruise, and her magic fingers left me tender at first, but freer. The boys were still at the park, Dan keeping them on the ball as they ran about. The spotlights had come on, illuminating the park and the tube slide, giving it a different feel, and Dan was eager to go on everything in the new lighting–a new treat for him.

“Hey, feeling better?” Skunk asked as he gave me a soft kiss on the lips.

“Yeah.” I knew he was asking more than the massage.

“Good.” He pulled me into his lap and held me close, as we watched Blaze and Doom running around chasing after Dan. He looked like he was winning, whatever game they were playing.

Dan started to yawn, signaling that today was over for our champ.

“I’ll take him upstairs for a bath. Can you grab some PJs for him?” Skunk lifted Dan and didn’t wait for my answer, just took off to get him bathed before he fell asleep. I left the others, talking about the day and the men. I didn’t want to hear it. The less I know, the less I get stressed about it. I made it inside and headed upstairs, wondering which door he had taken Dan into, when Dan’s giggling drifted down the hallway. I pushed the door open a little bit and had to suck in a breath.

Skunk had removed his clothes and was only in his boxers. He was leaning into the bath, washing Dan. A lot of bubble bath had been used, and it was hard to see Dan amongst the pink bubbles. Pink, couldn’t he have picked a different colour? I pulled out my phone, took a snap, and Dan’s face emerged from the cloud of bubbles. I blew some bubbles at Skunk, who gained a large chunk of bubbles on his face. Dan laughed again at Skunk before he lifted more bubbles in his hands and blew them at Skunk, who didn’t react, just kept watching the lad as he covered Skunk in bubbles.

“Looks like fun.” Skunk turned to look at me, and I couldn’t stop myself from bursting out in laughter, raising my phone for a photo. Skunk’s beard held a lot of bubbles; his whole face was covered, and all I could see were his eyes, as they blinked, peering out of the pink mess on his face. I can see why Dan was laughing so much.

“Are you in there somewhere?” I asked. Skunk grinned, making a hole in the bubbles.

“Of course I am in here,” the bubbles moved as he spoke, like they were part of him. He blinked a few more times before turning back to Dan.

“Done.” Skunk pushed.

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