Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 358

Chapter 358

Skittles POV

It was good to wash off the smell of the morgue, it’s a subtle smell, maybe others don’t smell it, but I do, I guess it’s like fish mongers, or fish and chip shop cooks, they don’t smell the fish while working, but notice it when they knock off work. I smell the morgue smell when I arrive, but hardly notice it while working, unless it’s a distinctive smell that gives us hints or helps us investigate

something. Or when to look at stomach contents, and wish you didn’t have to. It’s part of the job,

and I don’t chuck, thank god, not like some, but that doesn’t mean I don’t smell it or get affected by

it, just better at pushing it behind me, or blocking it out. I hate emptying the gut, and getting that

alcohol smell, that’s a pungent smell, when it’s been sitting in the stomach. If ever I was going to

puke over a smell, it would be that one.

Skunk talking about Nightingale and the TIA information was nice. Still, I didn’t need the accolade. It was lovely that Blaze asked the questions with the doctor; that might have sped up the process a little, but I still believe and trust that the doctors would have found it. When Nightingale recovered quickly, they would have known then that it was just a day or so ahead of that. Nightingale will start on Metformin for her diabetes and blood pressure tablets. Also, might end up on blood thinners for life. After AFib, it often ends up with blood thinners. Time will tell.

I am glad that Nugget was given a chance to show she’s not a bad woman. It saddened me to see her missing out on that lovely boy. Her grandchild, they should be spoiling him, guess we might see them move often now, she will want to make regular visits once she’s better, or Skunk will take his family there for more visits. He won’t move to live with them, I am sure of that. They all had wanted to follow Storm, be his support, which won’t change, because his mum had a scare.

Dinner was done, it was good to unload on Sprocket, and he on me, someone to talk about the day,

I love it.

Bedtime came, and both of us were yawning.

“I’ll let you sleep, no good in me wearing you out more when you are already trying not to fall asleep.” I yawned in response to Sprocket and soon was fast asleep in his arms.

That was how our first week together went: we both went to work, unloaded on each other when we got home, and enjoyed cooking something together. Sprocket got into the habit of buying the food we would cook together while waiting for me to finish work. We only went to the clubhouse on Friday and Saturday nights to be part of the party, which they do each week. We don’t stay late, just long enough to be social, and then back home, to the quiet cottage, and our experimenting on different places, like the lounge, or lounge floor, shower, bathroom sink, kitchen table, that I had to scrub clean the next day, or I could eat off it.

We were like rabbits, not getting enough of each other.

426 Paine’s

I agreed with Sprocket that the bathroom with all those mirrors was a bit much. I am not sure I would like to have that in my bathroom, keeping them clean would be a nightmare.

Another month flew by, all was calm, and still no sign of my mother, but my gut said something was brewing.

Today was Saturday. I was on call. My boss was overjoyed with my work so far that he was taking this weekend off and leaving me to take any emergency call–outs. Not that I minded, but with still no sign of my mother, having arrived, the club was on alert. Word was she had left a few days ago, and was headed this way, and should have made it to us by now. Somewhere out there was my

mother, her latest man, and six heavies to back them up. A few too many for little ole me, I would

have thought, maybe she wants to drag us both back. That won’t be happening, I think my brother

has found a lovely girl in town, whom he is interested in.

We were sitting in the clubhouse, watching the band. Tempest was sitting on Storm’s lap, nodding to the music. Tempest was getting excited; she might get her legs. Can’t believe it’s almost a year.

Nightingale and Blaze came to visit me a whole month after the episode to thank me, but to be honest, I had forgotten about it. We got regular updates from Skunk, and Nugget appeared to be okay with her now, accepting when she wanted him to sit on her lap, she was a totally different person from the one I had growled out, apparently more like how she used to be. I barely remember how she was before Mother dragged us away from that town. I have to take everyone’s word that she was back to her old self.

Tempest had lent the chopper to Skunk, Journey, and Gold Nugget for a few visits before Nightingale received the doctors‘ approval to fly. She had been doing well, responding to the treatment, and her blood levels were looking a lot better. Her body didn’t like the metformin, and was taken off it, and is currently only using a strict diet to keep the diabetes under control. It wasn’t uncommon for a person to have the poops like she did.

I was totally relaxed when my beeper went off. I pulled it out of my pocket and checked it. “Hello, Skittles here.” They found two bodies in an abandoned warehouse, and I was called in. Sprocket didn’t like me going alone, so he and a few guys followed me. I was using the company car assigned to me for work purposes. It had all the gear I needed, securely stored in the boot. When I got close to the scene, the red and blue lights flickered in the distance. The guys stopped and watched me drive in. They would keep an eye on me, but from back there.

“Hi, Sarg, what you got for me?” I said, putting on my hazmat suit, a net over my hair, and gloves. Even my feet were covered so that I wouldn’t contaminate the area.

“One male, and one female, looks like a gunshot, some people in a warehouse next door, here the shots and called it in.”

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