Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 348

Chapter 348

Skittles POV

It took everything in me not to let the tears roll down my cheeks, as I was handed over my old cut, my old life, my horrid life, and took the new cut, the one that held hope for a better future. That gesture filled me with so much hope that my nightmare life was over, and I was glad that my brother had done all this for me. For us, he had planned it and kept it quiet, even though I didn’t get wind of his organising. At work, they never hinted at my moving. Normally, when someone leaves, they give a party, but there was none of that because they didn’t want Mother and her followers to hear about it, because someone would have told her, I can’t sneeze without that dragon hearing about it. Now I can sneeze, dance around naked, scream at the top of my lungs, and she’s not nearby to come and spoil my fun. Yip whahooooooo.

After the ceremony, the well–wishers came forward. I have not had so many men and women come to talk to me, smile, and say lovely things. It’s just never happened before. I was seen as a troublemaker, not someone others should socialise with. It was all overwhelming.

I had thought Sprocket had abandoned me, and I was feeling a bit narky about that and thinking all the wrong things, that he had me for the night and was discarding me, before I had had enough of him and his large shaft. My fears had come forward in a rush, my doubts and self–recriminations, old habits die hard, might take a bit longer to get over years of hurt and abuse. I was glad and

relieved when Sprocket at long last appeared out of the crowd.

I was sitting at one of the outside tables. I loved it out here, so clean, fresh, new. The guys did a great job remodelling it all, though I didn’t know what it looked like before they did the

refurbishment. Sprocket had got us some food, and we were talking about stuff, nothing too

heavy, more or less giving me the heads–up on different people as they walked by. Then Gold

Nugget climbed on my lap, like it was his own personal seat, and started to eat my food.

Sprocket moved to get him some Nuggets, and will have to get us another plate of food; this guy

could eat.

“Gold Nugget.”

“No, Nugget.” He corrected me.

“Nugget, why don’t you like your Daddy’s mummy?” I didn’t know what they were using as a name; some liked Grandma and grandpa, some liked nanny and poppy, or Grammy, and he called Blaze popcorn. I assumed they go by ‘nanny‘ and ‘pop‘.

“Loud, angry,”

“Is she still loud and angry?” I asked, and he tilted his head to the side, thinking.

“No.”

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“She is hurt that you don’t want to be with her,” I prompted, trying to get him to see how he was hurting her, even though he didn’t mean to.

“Hurt?”

“Yeah, she has feelings too. She had always been loud, but didn’t mean to look angry and mean. She was too excited to meet you and your mum.”

“Hurt?”

“Yeah, how would you feel if mum stopped wanting your hugs?” I tried another way, but reasoning with a three–year–old wasn’t easy.

“Hurt, he replied, looking at me, with sad eyes.

“Yeah, if I pushed you off my lap and said not to sit on it again.” His eyes widened, and tears rose in his eyes.

“Hey, I wouldn’t say that. I love you and enjoy you in my lap. But I wanted you to know how sorry she is, and would love for you to sit on her lap.” I tried so hard to get him to understand. Sprocket came back with his nuggets, and I suddenly wondered where his parents were or who was looking after him. It’s not safe for a little one to be walking around alone, not that anyone would deliberately hurt him. Still, accidents happen, and being height–challenged, I understand the excuses of not seeing you there, enough to know that being small in crowds is dangerous.

Sprocket returned with his nuggets and started eating his and sharing some with me, while Sprocket headed out to get us another plate of food. Sprocket put the food on the table between us, to share, and Nugget picked up a small sandwich and lifted it to my mouth. I took a bite, and he

took a small bite, before handing the rest back to me, his nose scrunched up. Guess he’s not keen

on this sandwich.

“Don’t like that one?” I asked as I enjoyed the meat paste.

“Not chicken.” Yeah, it’s not chicken, I thought, but I didn’t say it out loud.

We had finished eating, and still no sign of his Mum and Dad.

“Nugget, where’s mum?”

“Shop.” He shrugged like it was nothing.

“Who was looking after you?” Before he answered, Wrench came rushing over.

“There you are,” Wrench said, and looked at me and then back to Nugget.

“He was having lunch.” I intervened for him. He didn’t seem concerned about his worried aunt,

barely glancing at her.

“Yeah, I can see that, thank you. He was with me, and suddenly he was gone. I should have thought

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he was hunting for food. He must have worms or something, the way he eats. It can’t be normal,” she sounded a cross between sarcastic and frustrated. She couldn’t keep an eye on a three–year–old.

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