Claimed By The Biker Colusses

Size Matters

The garage felt too quiet after Colossus rode out. His custom pipes had faded into the desert wind, leaving only the hum of the overhead lights and the faint tick of cooling metal. I wiped down the workbench for the third time, trying to ignore the way my skin still tingled where his hand had caught my elbow earlier.

Size matters, I thought bitterly. Not in the way Diamond and the club girls meant. In the way a man built like a mountain could make you feel both safe and terrified in the same breath.

I forced myself back to work, sketching refinements for the hidden compartments on my latest chopper design. If the Steel Titans were going to war with the Shadow Reapers, these mods could mean the difference between getting caught and disappearing down the highway. Practical. Useful. That’s what I told myself I was here for.

The side door banged open around dusk. Rogue strolled in, grease on his knuckles and a beer in hand. “Colossus is still out handling Reaper s**t. Told me to check on you.”

“I’m fine,” I said, not looking up from the welder.

He leaned against the lift, watching me. “You’re different from the usual girls that roll through. Most of them see the patch and the bikes and start batting lashes. You look at a carburetor like it owes you money.”

I smirked despite myself. “Carburetors don’t talk back or steal your savings.”

Rogue chuckled, but his eyes sharpened. “Marco’s been flapping his mouth to anyone who’ll listen. Says you owe the family. Says you’re easy pickings now that you’re hiding behind Colossus’s shadow.”

My stomach twisted. “I don’t owe anyone.”

“Club knows that.” Rogue took a swig. “But word’s spreading. Reapers are offering cash for anyone who delivers you and those custom skills of yours. They want your brain for smuggling runs.”

I set the welder down harder than necessary. Sparks danced across the concrete. “Let them try.”

Rogue studied me a long moment, then nodded like he’d made a decision. “You’ve got steel in you, wrench girl. Colossus sees it too. Just… watch yourself tonight. Club party’s ramping up. Some of the boys get rowdy when the big man’s not around.”

He left me with that warning hanging in the air.

By the time I locked the garage and headed inside, the main room was alive with noise — music blasting, pool balls cracking, laughter and the clink of glasses. I aimed straight for the guest wing, keeping to the edges.

Too late.

“Hey, mechanic!” A patched member I didn’t know — tall, tattooed, with a cocky grin — stepped into my path. “Heard you fixed Colossus’s ride today. How about you fix mine next?” His eyes raked over me, lingering.

I stopped, wrench still in my back pocket like a security blanket. “Garage opens at eight. Bring the bike then.”

He laughed and stepped closer. “I was thinking something more… hands-on. You’re tiny. Bet you’d look real good on the back of my bike.”

Before I could snap back, a wall of heat appeared behind me.

Colossus.

He must have come in from the side door. His massive frame cast a shadow that swallowed the other guy whole. One look from those pale gray eyes and the patched member paled.

“She’s not on the market,” Colossus said, voice low and final. No yell. No threat. Just fact.

The guy backed off fast, muttering something about “just joking” before disappearing into the crowd.

I turned, heart hammering. Colossus towered over me, close enough that I had to crane my neck. Rain from outside still clung to his beard and cut. He smelled like the road and something sharper — anger held tight on a leash.

“You’re back,” I breathed.

“Handled what I could.” His jaw flexed. “Didn’t like leaving you alone.”

I should have stepped away. Instead I stayed rooted, feeling the sheer size of him like a physical force. His chest rose and fell, inches from my face. One of his hands twitched at his side, like he wanted to reach out but remembered the danger in those hands.

“I’m not fragile,” I said softly.

“I know.” His voice dropped even lower. “But I’ve broken things before. Strong things. Because I didn’t know my own strength.”

The confession hung between us, raw and unexpected. For the first time, the giant looked almost lost.

The party noise faded. It was just us in the hallway — me, grease-streaked and stubborn, and him, a mountain trying not to crush what he wanted to protect.

I reached up slowly and laid my palm flat against his chest. The leather was warm from his body. His heartbeat thundered under my fingers, steady and huge.

He went completely still.

“See?” I whispered. “I’m still here.”

Colossus exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for years. His massive hand came up, hovering just above mine, careful not to close the distance.

Then the moment shattered.

Rogue’s voice cut through the hall. “Colossus! Reapers just hit the south fence. They’re asking for the mechanic by name.”

The giant’s eyes hardened instantly. He stepped back, the wall slamming back into place.

“Stay inside,” he ordered, already turning toward the door. “Lock your room.”

As his heavy boots echoed away, I pressed my hand to my chest where his heat still lingered.

Size mattered, all right.

It mattered in the way his careful distance was starting to feel like the only thing keeping me safe… and the only thing keeping me from falling straight into the storm.