Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 342

Chapter 342

Skittles POV

It was time to receive the cut and find out her new road name.

Journey, and the reason for that name made sense. This was the end of one journey and the beginning of a new one, perfect for both of them. The little guy was back out the front. They named him Gold Nugget, and he was a pint–sized walking pot of gold. He was so cute; I could smother her with love and accept his cut, looking cute and proud while wearing it, even if he didn’t yet know what it meant. He was picked up by his father. Skunk, he was a dad now, that had me full of emotions that I couldn’t put my finger on; it wasn’t jealousy. Maybe I was proud of him, he’s

come a long way, all four of them, while I feel I am still stuck in a revolving door of hurt, they have

moved on, and found happiness.

The cheers and the roar of the bikes made the place feel welcoming, happy; it was a totally

different atmosphere than the one I had just left. It was good, refreshing, not to always be watching my back. If it wasn’t my mother’s friends, it was my ex’s, always trying to find me alone, to cause me drama and pain. It was confusing. My mother didn’t want me around, but at the same time, didn’t want to see me gone; it didn’t make sense. The only time I tried to run away was before my ex came along. My mother had her friends find me and beat me up. I was in the infirmary for a week, and didn’t try to be alone again, but continued to stash money away for when I could run. I had my own bike, paid for by me, and worked shifts at the local hospital as a morgue cleaner. I know odd places to work after school, on weekends, and during school holidays. Mum thought it was a non–paying job, like a volunteer. I wasn’t about to correct her, and couldn’t open a bank account, because I could guarantee she would hear about it. But the morgue was my safe place, because no one would enter that level, except my brother; we were both safe in the morgue,

amongst the dead.

But then I left school and started working full–time at the morgue. With the morgue’s doctor’s encouragement, I started studying online so I could get promoted from just a cleaner to a forensic technician. I have completed a bachelor’s degree, and I am working on an advanced degree. Will have to see if the hospital here needs my services and if they are willing to help me continue my studies. I hope my other job doesn’t get upset. I must ask my brother if he gave my notice in, or at least asked about transferring hospitals. I feel bad leaving them in the lurch like this, but I’m glad we did. I can still do theory online until I know what’s happening.

Still, my mother didn’t realise it was a paid job. She often picked on me for being with the dead all day. Saying it wasn’t normal for a girl to be there with the dead, I should be with the living. A fat lot she knows about living, tart that she is. I often think I might have been better off being left behind

with my dad.

My brother and I went to one of the nearby towns and opened a bank account at a different bank

company than Mums, so her friends wouldn’t know I was getting money. I have been doing what !

can to earn enough money to run and so has both of us I have a nice amount to tide me over for a little while. The things we did to hide from mum She would take every cent if she knew about it. saying she deserved it because of how she raised us, what a lot of rubbish we raised ourselves, my brother and I

Shaking away my thoughts. I let my eyes drift to the other men at the front, and I watched Sprocket as he looked around the crowd. He was the only one of those four gorgeous men who was still single, and what eye candy they are no wonder they had their pick of girls.

Then our eves met.

His eyes widened, and this smile bloomed on his face at the recognition.

I mouthed Sprocket, and nodded a greeting, a smile on my face at seeing him, he looked like he could devour me from there. Just looking at him had my panties moistened. Yep, he still has them.

Although this was the first time, it was directed at me.

“Skittles” he mouthed back, in question, as if he couldn’t believe that it was me he was seeing. I

nodded, looks like I might have a booty call tonight.

‘Can we catch up?” He asked, or I think that’s what he was saying. I raised my hand with a

thumbs–up.

“So, you and Sprocket, hum?” My brother appeared out of nowhere and nearly scared me to death.

“He had grown since we last saw him, definitely eye candy. Question.” I replied, neither agreeing

nor disagreeing with his assumption.

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