Haven’s POV
This man was up to something. The way he gazed at me, wearing a sinister smile, told a lot, so I was ready for whatever it was he would try to do. Even if he got arms, I could still take them from him and beat him up thoroughly.
For that, I let go of the bike I was working on and went forth to him. “What is it about the stares? Are you gonna pay up or not?”
“If only you would be my woman,” he said again, his dirty smiles so annoying and cringy. “Are you not going to accept, or is it that your pay isn't important to you?”
I shook my head, “You don't seem to know the workshop you are into.”
“Who says so? Property of the Salvation Riders, but am I supposed to crumble because of that?” he gestured and scoffed. “Babe, look. I can grab you and f**k you right here, and nothing's
