Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 359

Chapter 359

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Sprocket POV

Skittles looked a bit rattled when she returned to her car and waited; then her boss arrived, talked,

hugged, and took over the case. Something was wrong; like my girl had seen some terrible things,

what had she just seen for her to lose all the colour in her face?

When we arrived back at the clubhouse, I wanted to question her, but Skittles demanded to see

Storm, and I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from pushing her for information.

It was challenging to see her sad and walk away like I had to.

I followed Storm and Skittles into the office and leaned against the door, arms folded, as I waited

to hear what was going on.

“Talk.” Storm barked out, in a voice strong and sure as the president he was, but he shouldn’t have been too assertive; he didn’t get to see her drained face, her sadness. When she came back, if he had, would Storm have been gentler? I am sure if he had known something was wrong, he might have toned it down. I guess he didn’t like being summoned; they were. I had called him to the office, and barking at Skittles was his way of paying me back. That family had brought trouble to the club, and even though she had helped Nightingale, it didn’t stop him from worrying for the club as a whole and who might be hurt.

“My mother had half her face blown off today, along with her loverboy, no sign of the others that came to our town with her.” Her mother was dead. I saw Storm’s face change, from anger to shock to concern, all in a fleeting moment.

“What can you tell me?”

“Not much.” Skittles went on to tell Storm where the bodies were found, and noticed their bikes were missing. There were signs of a struggle, but she didn’t have much time, because being related to the victim, she couldn’t get involved. Storm appreciated what she could tell him, off the record, and he would get his men to look into it, might even ask Tempest to do some digging if she

had time.

“You okay?” I asked, as we walked back to our cottage. It was late, and I couldn’t see us going back to watching the band play.

“Yes, and no.”

I settled her down on the lounge, made her a sweet tea, a coffee for me and sat beside her. Skittled thanked me, took the mug with both hands, and had her eyes focused on the floor, a faraway look on her face, which was far too sad and pale for my liking. I wanted to ask a question, find out what was going on in her mind.

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She suddenly looked up at me, her eyes widened.

“Stinger.”

“Want me to find him?”

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“Please.” Reluctantly, I left her behind and set out to find her brother. I found him on a chair in the

public lounge, and the girl was scantily clad, and I could see her private parts all exposed as I

walked to him. His head was turned in my direction, and he looked behind me, and then back to

me, frowning.

“Come, Skittles needs you.” He stood up and dumped the chick on the chair.

“Hey.” She screamed out at him, but he was already walking away.

“Tell me.” He coaxed. Stinger would have seen Storm calling his officers to his office to talk about

what Skittles told him.

“Not here.” He didn’t push after that. Stinger was good like that. One reason he was a great club member was that he kept his mouth shut and waited for the right time to ask questions.

I opened the door to our cottage and let Stinger enter first. Skittles was in the same place I left her, holding the tea she hadn’t drunk, and her cheeks were wet from tears she had let out while I was hunting for her brother. It broke me that I was not here for her when the dam broke.

Stinger moved to her in three quick, long strides and squatted down in front of her. He removed the mug from her hands, placed it on the table, and took both her hands in his. For a brief moment, I felt like an intruder in my own home. The connection between the two of them was strong.

“Mum’s dead,” Skittles whispered, the tears still flowing, with no sound.

“How?” Skittles filled him in just like she had with Storm, but with a few more details, like her mum’s make–up, the bruised face, of what she could see of her face, chunks of hair missing, one boot missing, jeans torn open, and the loverboy, had his jeans off, his d**k removed, and it looked like it might have been stuffed in his mouth. His chest was bare and cut in long, shallow slices. She believed they had been tortured. Considering how short a time she had to see the bodies, her recall was amazing. No wonder she’s so good at her job.

I had taken a seat on the other side of Skittles, and Stinger had got up from the floor and sat on the other side, sandwiching her in between us. We talked, they cried, and I still felt I was the odd one out. That was until she turned and pulled me in for a long kiss, her mouth hungry for me.

“I will catch up tomorrow and see how you are doing, but if you need me to, call me. I will come to you regardless of what I am doing. I am here for you, sis. We are in this together.” Stinger had reached the door and stopped turning around.

“Do you want me to get in contact with Dad?” Stinger asked, as if he had suddenly thought of him.

“I’ll do it, he might wonder how we know, I can at least answer that truthfully.”

“Good luck.” He left, looking back on last time, reluctant to leave, but what more could he do?

“Neither of us had heard from dearest dad since we were taken away. We didn’t have phones back then, we were too young, and we lost touch. Mum said he cheated on her, seeing how mother

she had him on her phone. I think she had tried a few times to get the courage to contact him, but didn’t know what to say. She put it on speaker, and it rang, two, three, four times before a deep,

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