Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 347

Chapter 347

Sprocket POV

Skittles appears to have fitted in well, and having Gold Nugget accept her made it even better. Journey was impressed by how Gold Nugget behaved; it’s like he was a friend monitor, picking out who he liked and trusted. It’s a pity that Nightingale came across so strongly at the first meeting. He’s not as quick to forgive, having spent too many nights huddled in hiding, away from Richard, which has left a lasting effect on how he deals with what he might perceive as an aggressive person. Nightingale isn’t aggressive, but being a top–level nurse and a person of authority, she sometimes forgets she’s not at work bossing people around, but at home, where a softer approach is needed.

Skittles was nervous. I could tell by the way she was looking around at everyone and shifting from foot to foot, as if full of pent–up energy. We are standing nearby, watching the club members arrive

and take their seats. Most were told yesterday that a ceremony would be held this morning, before lunch, and a small luncheon of finger food would be provided after the ceremony.

Finally, it was time.

“Settle down,” Jip called out to the chatting crowd, and all talk ceased, and faces turned to look at

the front.

“Today, we welcome two transfers to our club. Please come forward, Skittles and Stinger.” Storm called out, his voice booming across the room; he didn’t need a mic to be heard. They moved forward and stood side by side, looking at Storm. Stinger was relaxed and calm, while Skittles was edgy, fiddling with her old cut.

“Stinger, come to me.” He moved closer and waited.

“Your old cut give to our VP.” Storm requested kindly but firmly. Stinger handed it over to Jip. “As one door closes, another opens. Welcome to the Mayfield club. May you grow and prosper as one of the family.” Storm slipped the cut on Stinger, and the crowd whistled and cheered.

“Skittles come forward.” Stinger moved to stand before Storm, and he repeated the same process as he had done with Stinger.

“Pete, come forward.” Everyone watched as a prospect came forward and stood before Storm. “Today, you have earned your patch. Welcome to the club. Your new road name is Splinter.” I thought Pete, no Splinter, was going to cry; no one knew, except Storm and Jip, that he was going to be given his patch today.

“Club members, welcome three new patched members to our fold. We are one, and have each other’s backs, in the good times and the bad.” Cheers and whistles, stamping of feet, and banging

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on walls and tables echoed through the hall as they welcomed the new members.

The three new members were swarmed by the old members, who welcomed them and tried to get some first–hand information, and I lost sight of Skittles amongst the well–wishes. I leaned back against the wall and watched from a distance. Jealousy, and a fire of possessiveness ran inside of me, bursting forward with such intensity that I almost went into the crowd surrounding the three of them, and do what? She needed this, the acceptance of the club, and I had to let her go; she was not mine to claim, not yet anyway. It was one night, and although she had moved into my bed, we weren’t a couple, so I didn’t have the right to pull her away from others who wanted to get to know her better. Hopefully not that much better, if you know what I mean.

The crowd slowly disappeared, enough for me to see Skittles, as I had expected, several single members were vying for her attention, and it was time for me to make my move and remind her whose bed she was sleeping in last night. I grabbed a plate of finger food and a bottle of water and weaved my way to her. Stinger was engaged in a conversation with some of the old men. They appeared to be very interested in whatever it was; the prospect, now proudly wearing his new patch, was with some of the young men, and I got the impression they were going to get him very drunk. I wouldn’t be surprised to see him with an unexpected tattoo somewhere. But the person I

was headed to, Skittles, had too many single men, very close to her.

“Need rescuing, Hun?” I whispered in her ear.

She turned so fast, I nearly dropped the plate of food. Then I needed to move it to one side, as she threw herself at me, and claimed my lips in a long kiss. I heard some wolf whistles and some ‘Oh man or ‘Damn it, grumbled by a few guys who had eyes on the prize, Skittles.

“Hmm, I like that greeting, have some food if you’re hungry,” I stated once Skittles released my lips

and neck.

“Yes, get me out of here,” Skittles whispered back, taking my arm and taking the lead, guiding us to the side door, leading out to the barbecue area and the outdoor settings there.

“Thank you.” Skittles sighed as she sat down, took something off the plate, and popped it into her

mouth.

“You okay? They didn’t do anything inappropriate, did they?” Didn’t think they would, but added a few beers and all bets were off.

“Yeah, too much at once, I guess. You should have come sooner,” Skittles said, with a pout.

“I couldn’t, I want to, but I needed to give you a chance to meet them, and make your own choices. Besides, you were lost in a sea of well–wishes; I couldn’t even see you through the bodies to see if you wanted me around.”

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