Claimed By The Biker Colusses

First Night In The Den

The garage lights buzzed overhead as I finished wiping down the workbench. My back ached, my hands were raw, but for the first time in days I felt useful. Alive. The custom sketches I’d started for a new chopper lay spread out — wild lines, aggressive angles, hidden compartments that could change everything for the club if they trusted me enough.

Colossus had disappeared after the Shadow Reapers showed up at the gate. I told myself I didn’t miss the weight of his shadow.

Night had fully claimed the compound by the time I headed back toward the living quarters. Music thumped from the main clubhouse bar — heavy bass, laughter, the clink of bottles. A party was clearly in full swing.

I kept my head down, aiming for the quieter guest wing, when a voice stopped me.

“Hey, new girl.”

Diamond leaned against the hallway wall, red lips curved in a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Two other club girls flanked her — Candy and a blonde I didn’t know. All three wore tight tops and shorter shorts than seemed practical for riding.

“You really think you’re staying?” Diamond asked, twirling a strand of dark hair. “Colossus brings in strays sometimes. They warm his bed for a week, then vanish when he gets bored.”

My stomach tightened, but I kept my voice steady. “I’m here for the garage. Not his bed.”

Candy laughed. “Sure. Every girl says that until those big hands are on her. Just warning you — he’s careful, but when he finally lets go… girls break.”

The words landed like a wrench to the ribs. I thought of Colossus pulling back every time our fingers brushed, the way his jaw clenched when he looked at me too long. Like he was scared of his own strength.

“I’m not planning to break,” I said, lifting my chin. “And I don’t plan on warming anyone’s bed.”

Diamond stepped closer, perfume clashing with the garage grease still on my skin. “We’ll see. Club life has a way of changing girls like you.”

Before I could reply, heavy footsteps echoed down the hall. Colossus appeared, filling the narrow space like a storm front. His gray eyes flicked over the three women, then settled on me with quiet intensity.

“Problem?” His voice was low, but it carried weight.

Diamond straightened instantly, her smirk fading. “Just welcoming the new girl, Colossus.”

He didn’t smile. “She doesn’t need welcoming. She needs rest. Garage opens early.”

The club girls scattered without another word, heels clicking away.

Colossus turned back to me. Up close, I could see faint tension in his shoulders, like he was holding something massive back. “They talk a lot. Don’t let it get to you.”

“I can handle talk,” I said. “I’ve handled worse from my own family.”

His gaze softened a fraction. For a second, the giant looked almost human — exhausted, maybe even lonely under all that muscle and ink.

“Come on,” he rumbled. “I’ll walk you to your room.”

We moved in silence through the hallway. The party noise faded behind us. At my door, he paused, one massive hand resting lightly on the frame above my head. The size difference hit me again — I barely reached his chest.

“Lock it,” he said quietly. “If anyone bothers you, bang on the wall. My room’s right next door.”

My breath caught. “You don’t have to guard me every second.”

“I know.” His eyes held mine, pale gray and stormy. “But I’m doing it anyway.”

He stepped back before the moment stretched too far, giving me space like always. Careful. Controlled.

“Goodnight, Lena.”

As the door clicked shut behind me, I leaned against it, heart hammering. The hoodie he’d given me still smelled like him — leather, smoke, and that deep masculine scent that made my stomach flutter despite every warning bell in my head.

I was safe. For now.

But lying in the dark, listening to the distant party and the occasional roar of bikes, I realized the real danger wasn’t the Shadow Reapers or my stepbrother’s debts.

It was the quiet way Colossus was already slipping past my walls — one careful, massive step at a time.