Claimed By The Biker Colusses

Heat In The Workshop

The gate clanged shut behind Marco and the Reapers, but the tension in the compound didn’t leave with them. The club brothers slapped backs and cracked open beers like they’d won a war. Viper gave me a rare nod of respect before heading inside. Rogue clapped Colossus on the shoulder hard enough to make a normal man stumble — but the giant barely shifted.

I stayed quiet, the new vest suddenly heavy on my shoulders.

Colossus walked me straight back to the garage without a word. The afternoon sun slanted through the open bay doors, turning the air thick and golden. Tools hung on the walls like silent witnesses. It was just us again — the way I was starting to crave.

He closed the big rolling door halfway, cutting off the outside noise. “You didn’t have to face him,” he said, voice low. “Could’ve stayed inside.”

“I’m done hiding.” I grabbed my wrench and dropped to my knees beside the half-finished custom chopper I’d been building in secret. The frame was starting to look like something alive — aggressive rake, hand-formed tanks, hidden compartments that could hide anything the club needed. “This is my fight too now.”

Colossus watched me for a long moment, then rolled up his sleeves and joined me. His massive frame folded down beside mine on the concrete, close enough that his knee brushed my thigh. The size difference hit me again — his thigh alone was wider than my waist. Yet he moved like he was afraid of taking up too much space.

We worked in silence at first. I welded a bracket while he held the piece steady. His hand dwarfed the metal. Sweat beaded on his neck, sliding down into the collar where I knew the scar lay hidden. Every time our fingers brushed passing a tool, electricity crackled up my arm.

The heat in the workshop wasn’t just from the welder.

“You’re shaking,” he muttered after the third time my hand slipped.

“Not from fear.” I set the torch down and wiped my forehead. Grease streaked my cheek. “From how careful you’re being. You don’t have to hold back with me, Colossus.”

His gray eyes darkened. He reached out slowly — so slowly — and brushed the grease off my cheek with his thumb. The touch was feather-light, but his palm was huge and warm and trembling with the effort of staying gentle.

“I do,” he said, voice rough as gravel. “Because one second of not thinking and I could—”

I caught his wrist before he could pull away. My smaller fingers didn’t even wrap halfway around it. “You won’t.” I guided his hand down until his palm rested flat against the side of my neck. His pulse hammered under my fingertips. “Feel that? I’m still here. Still breathing. Still choosing this.”

His breath hitched. For the first time he didn’t step back. Instead he leaned in, forehead almost touching mine. The workshop air thickened until I could taste motor oil and leather and him.

“Lena…” My name sounded like a prayer and a warning at the same time.

I rose on my knees so we were almost eye level — or as close as I could get with him sitting. My hands slid up his chest, feeling the hard muscle and the steady thunder of his heart right over the scar.

“Kiss me,” I whispered. “Just once. Like you mean it. Like you trust yourself.”

His massive hands cupped my face — both of them now, cradling me like I was something sacred. His thumbs brushed my cheekbones. I felt the calluses, the power, the iron control he kept locked down tight.

Then his mouth came down on mine.

It wasn’t soft. It was hungry and careful at the same time — a slow burn that ignited every nerve. His beard scraped my skin in the best way. He tasted like salt and smoke and the road. For three perfect heartbeats he let go just enough that I felt the storm inside him.

Then he pulled back with a low groan, forehead pressed to mine, breathing hard.

“f**k,” he rasped. “You make me forget how dangerous I am.”

I smiled against his lips. “Good. Because I’m not done forgetting with you.”

Before he could answer, the side door banged open.

Diamond stood there, lips painted blood-red, eyes narrowed at the sight of us so close. “Viper wants Colossus in church. Reapers just called — they’re offering a sit-down. And they mentioned your name again, mechanic girl.”

Colossus’s hands dropped from my face like he’d been burned. The wall slammed back into place, but not before I saw the flash of raw want in his eyes.

He stood, towering over both of us. “Tell him I’m coming.”

Diamond smirked at me. “Careful, sweetheart. Giants get bored when the shiny new toy stops being new.”

She left before I could snap back.

Colossus turned to me, jaw tight. “Stay in the garage. Lock the door behind me. I’ll be back as soon as church ends.”

I caught his cut before he could walk away. “This isn’t over.”

His hand covered mine — huge, warm, steady. “No. It’s just starting.”

He kissed my forehead once, quick and fierce, then strode out.

I locked the door like he asked, heart still racing from that kiss. The chopper frame waited on the lift, half-built and full of promise.

But as I picked up my welder, my phone buzzed on the workbench — unknown number.

Mom’s voice when I answered was shaky. “Lena… Marco’s in real trouble this time. The Reapers say they’ll hurt him unless you come talk. Please, baby. He’s still your brother.”

I closed my eyes, the taste of Colossus still on my lips.

The heat in the workshop had nothing on the fire building outside these walls.

And this time, the debt wasn’t just money.

It was blood.