Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 365

Chapter 365

Sprocket POV

All was going well, and we had looked at the screen with anticipation, something good, like a group

of well–wishers shouting our congratulations, but what we got was worse than any horror movie ! had ever seen, and it was like real, very real. The screams, the blood, the anger and the violence?

How is this a gift?

The final words before the clip finished were horrible. But explained why they thought they had

seen it as a gift.

‘Skittles, Stinger, I hope this finds you well, and makes up for part of the horrid life you have had. We wanted to intervene many times, but were thwarted each time. This was our solution for you. Hope it is received like a gift or a release as we meant it to be. That woman would never have let you two go. Goodbye, and we pray your future is much better than your past.‘ It sounded like a distorted woman’s voice to me, but I couldn’t be sure.

Getting Storm over here to watch it was a good idea, and I was glad he could come straight away. I know he was a busy man, not just with the club business but with personal work too. Running big companies wouldn’t be easy. I couldn’t do it, happy to be the small cog in the wheel of life.

Storm drank his coffee while watching the screen. His face was blank, showing no emotion as he viewed it. He was good at hiding his emotions; even at meetings, you never knew what he was thinking. We watched it a second time, but it wasn’t any better than the first.

Stinger’s face was pale as he watched it again, picking up parts he had missed the first time, his face blanching at some of the more gruesome attacks.

Skittles was slumped in my lap, head on my chest, watching the screen again, and small sobs and tears ran down her face, jumping at some of the screams that came from both her mother and her mum’s lover, as they cried out for mercy. I rubbed her back and kissed her hair, trying to comfort her as best I could. It didn’t feel enough. I couldn’t shield her from this.

Storm pulled out his phone and called the police chief, asking him to come to the club. Something important had been found.

“The chief will be here in twenty minutes. I strongly suggest you get a copy of this and save it. Maybe later, when our emotions are not so strong, we can review it more objectively if the police had no success. Mind you, I felt bad at the idea of handing the thumb drive over, and then finding out who did it, because they did everyone a favour, getting rid of those two, according to all my reports I have been receiving about them.” Storm then called the gate to inform them of the chief’s arrival, and then the Jip, so he could have someone escort the chief to the cottage.

Skittles climbed off my lap and moved to her laptop, where she transferred the video to her hard

drive, and then put the thumb drive back onto the television.

“Answer him honestly, he’s a good bloke, and I trust him with this matter. Sharing it helps build our

trust with him. We have some upcoming events that the police want us to participate in to help the

community. I want our club to help the community be safe, because that helps us in the long run. When we have children going to school, they will have less conflict with other students. We need to focus on the long term. Sharing this will go a long way to doing that, but it doesn’t mean we won’t be doing our own investigation. Once the Chief is gone, I want that clip to go to my investigation team, who can dig deeper than the police, who are limited to the law, where we are not. Well, we

are, but that’s not the point.”

Jip called to let Storm know the chief was on his way, and Storm asked Jip to stay with us while the chief was there. It saved him from having to explain why the chief was there.

The two entered the cottage, and the room was starting to feel crowded. It was not built for this many here. We had to sit on the floor because there weren’t enough chairs in the lounge, and we couldn’t expect the chief, president, or VP to do so.

“Skittles, would you like to explain what you received?” Storm asked. If Skittles wasn’t up to it, he would try to explain what we had to show him. But it was better for Skittles to talk, and hopefully it would aid her recovery from the shock of what we saw.

“Today at work we had a little celebration, for Sprocket and my pending wedding on Friday.” “Congratulations.” The chief interrupted and reached down to shake my hand. I was seated on the floor near him while Skittles stood to tell him the story before he saw the video.

“I received a package as I was leaving work, and thought the team had brought me something.” Skittles handed him the wrapper to look at. Skittles explained what was inside the package and gave him the letter to read.

“Interesting, so far, I am unsure what I am looking at.”

Skittles turned to start the video and sat on my lap.

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