Claimed By My Ex's Biker Brother

Chapter 5

Major’s POV

I forgot to take her number. That was the first thing I realised after she rode away from the clubhouse.

I needed to contact her about the motorcycles, but more than that, I wanted a reason to see her again. There was something about Haven that kept pulling at me, something I hadn't expected to feel for any woman.

I'd spent years convincing myself that I was done with relationships. Women had brought me nothing but trouble, and after what my last woman had done with my brother, I'd sworn never to put myself in that position again.

Then Haven walked into my clubhouse and beat a man nearly senseless.

She was different.

I'd known her for years as the mechanic who worked at her father's workshop, but I'd never seen this side of her. She wasn't the type to stand around screaming while someone else fought her battles. She stepped in herself.

If she were a man and one of my Enforcers, she would have earned her place in the club without anyone questioning it.

I climbed onto my motorcycle and headed toward her workshop. I hadn't gone far when I started wondering why I was so eager to see her again. It wasn't just because of the damaged bike.

At least, that's what I told myself.

When I arrived, however, I immediately understood that something was wrong; Haven's workshop was being emptied.

Engines, tools, spare parts, tyres, and other equipment were scattered outside. Two men were still carrying her belongings out while her father stood nearby, watching with a hard expression.

My grip tightened around the handlebars. What the hell was going on?

The sound of my motorcycle made Haven turn around. The moment she recognised me, her expression changed. She looked surprised, then walked toward me as I removed my helmet.

"Are you here for work?" she asked.

I shook my head. "I forgot to take your number last night." I held out my phone. "I came for it before my day gets too busy."

She stared at me for a second before taking the phone and entering her number.

When she handed it back, I glanced around at the workshop. "Are you moving out?"

She sighed. "My dad is kicking me out."

My jaw tightened. "For what?"

She shrugged, as though she had already accepted it. "I'm going to rent another place this morning and move everything there. I need somewhere spacious enough to accommodate all this." She gestured toward the equipment lying outside.

A workshop like this wasn't cheap. Haven was still building her business, and spending her savings on another place could set her back badly.

"I know somewhere," I said.

Her eyes lifted to mine. "You do?"

"It's owned by the club." I watched her carefully.

I needed to know whether mentioning the club would make her change her mind. Instead, she rolled her eyes.

"Fine. I don't care who owns it. As long as it's in a good location, has enough space, and can accommodate my equipment and customers." She paused. "How much is the rent?"

A laugh almost escaped me. "You're already negotiating?"

"Of course." There was no hesitation in her voice.

I liked that.

"We'll discuss the money later. First, let's get your things moved. We'll agree on something reasonable."

She narrowed her eyes on me. "Reasonable?"

"Yes."

"I don't accept charity."

"I didn't offer you charity." I stepped closer. "I'm offering you a business opportunity."

Her expression softened slightly. "Then I'll take it." A small smile appeared on her lips, and before I could stop myself, I reached out and tapped her cheek lightly with my finger.

Her eyes widened.

Mine did too.

What the hell was I doing? I pulled my hand back. "I'll have my men bring a truck."

"I can hire one."

"No need." I pulled out my phone. "We have trucks."

She stared at me for a moment before nodding. "Fine." Then turned and walked toward the workshop.

"Haven!" her father called.

She ignored him, unlocked the door and stepped inside, checking the place one last time. A few moments later, she came back out with nothing in her hands but a strange smile on her face.

"I'm locking it up." Her father looked at her as though he couldn't understand why she wasn't begging him to reconsider.

"Go ahead," she said.

I watched the exchange silently.

I knew Haven's father. I'd known him for years. Now, watching him throw his own daughter out, I found myself wondering what had happened between them.

There had to be more to it.

Why else would she have grown up with her uncle when her father was already financially capable of raising her?

I stepped aside and called Aron.

"Prez?" he answered immediately.

"Get five prospects to start preparing Kaden's old workshop."

He went quiet for a second. "Kaden's?"

"Yes. I need it ready before I get there." I looked at Haven. "And send another five patched members to the address I'll send you. They'll help load everything onto the trucks."

"Everything okay?"

"Everything is fine." I ended the call.

When I looked back, Haven and her father were arguing.

I couldn't hear every word at first, but then his voice became loud enough for me to understand. "If you apologise to Eve and make things right with Alden, you can continue staying here."

My blood began to heat.

Haven shook her head. "I'm sorry, but that's the last thing I'm going to do." Her voice was calm, but there was steel beneath it. "Since Eve likes him so much, she can have him. I don't care."

Her father glared at her. "You ungrateful girl."

"I'm going to rent somewhere else, Dad. You don't need to worry about me."

He stepped toward her. "Once you leave this place, don't ever come back to me."

Haven's expression barely changed.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the workshop key. "I'll ignore you if you return." He locked the door and slipped the key into his pocket.

Then he looked at her with something close to disgust. "I regret taking you back years ago. It was a complete waste of time."

My jaw clenched.

He continued. "Do you know how much money I could have made from this workshop if I'd rented it to someone else? What have I gotten from you? Nothing. You cause problems and damage everything around you. You are no use to me as a woman, because you never see yourself as one. How many women have you come across doing this kinda work, smelling of grease and oil all the time? If you looked feminine, Alden wouldn't have eyes on your sister."

I could feel my temper rising. I didn't like the way he spoke to her. And most of all, I didn't like the fact that I cared.

This was a family matter. It shouldn't concern me. But it did.

"Be quick about leaving," he added. "I still need to shut the gate." Then he turned away and took a phone call.

I remained where I was, watching Haven.

She didn't cry, didn't beg or looked broken.

She simply stood there, surrounded by the remains of everything she'd worked so hard to build.

That was the kind of woman she was—the kind of woman I wanted, strong enough to lose everything without crawling back to the person who took it from her.

My eyes narrowed as I watched her put together her tools.

Alden had cheated on her with her own sister, and her father threw her out because of it.

I couldn't stop thinking about it because it didn't make so much sense. The only reason I picked up on it was her personality. She was a tomboy, and her skill was masculine too, which her family didn't seem to like.

But regardless, Alden was a damn fool. He didn't deserve a woman like Haven. And I would make damn sure she never went crawling back to him.