Claimed By My Ex's Biker Brother

Chapter 6

Haven’s POV

When the motorcycle rode into the workshop compound, I had so many things going through my mind. I didn't like being unable to work, especially when I had no idea what I was going to do next, so I was already trying to think of an excuse to give whoever had come, just so they wouldn't think I wasn't serious about my work.

Not until the biker removed his helmet did my lips part in surprise.

Major.

He had come back.

I didn't know why seeing him again made something inside me shift, but I quickly pushed the feeling aside. He helped me find a place to work, and when his men arrived, he packed everything into the truck they came with, and we left all together.

As we arrived at the new workshop, his eyes moved around the compound before settling on me. "Looks like we're just in time."

I nodded and glanced toward the truck that had just arrived behind him. "I didn't expect this many people to come."

"You have a lot of things to move."

I smiled faintly at his words.

The men immediately started taking my equipment out while I stayed close, making sure nothing important was left behind. My tools were the most valuable things I had, so I wasn't going to stand there and let anyone handle them without checking, and Major noticed.

"You don't trust my men?" He asked, as if teasing me.

I tried to keep a straight face, but couldn't. "I trust them. But I don't trust bad handling."

He chuckled. "Fair enough."

I looked at him, and for some reason, I found myself staring longer than I intended. He was standing there in his leather jacket, his hands resting casually at his sides, looking completely at home while everyone around him moved according to his orders.

I quickly looked away. I had already noticed how good-looking he was at the club, but seeing him in daylight was worse. His grey eyes were clearer, and there was something about his face that made it difficult to remember that I had just been betrayed by another man.

I didn't need another man. Especially not a biker.

"Are you sure this workshop will work for you?" he asked.

I nodded. "It looks good enough."

"It belonged to someone who helped establish the club. It's been unused for some time." He added, his eyes darting around.

I looked around again. "Then I'll make it useful."

His lips curved slightly. "I expected you to say that."

I folded my arms. "I'm not staying here for free, Major."

His expression changed slightly. "I didn't say you were."

"Good. Because I don't take handouts." I raised an eyebrow.

He stepped closer, and I immediately became aware of the difference in our height. He wasn't doing anything, but having him standing that close made me suddenly conscious of myself. I could smell his cologne, faint beneath the leather and the scent of the motorcycle.

I shifted slightly.

"We can make an agreement," he said.

"What kind?"

"You repair ten motorcycles for the club. Not all at once. You work on them whenever you have the time, and once they're done, the work will cover your rent for the workshop."

I stared at him. "Ten?"

He nodded. "You said you wanted to work. I'm giving you work."

I thought about it for a moment before nodding. "Fine. But I will decide when I repair them."

"Of course."

"And if there are extra repairs outside those ten, I get paid for them," I said calmly.

His smile widened. "You're already protecting your money."

"I have to." I gestured and shrugged.

"I like that."

My stomach tightened slightly at the way he said it. But I quickly looked away and pretended to be interested in one of the motorcycles the men had just placed inside.

"Then we have a deal."

I nodded, "We do." I bent down beside the motorcycle and examined the engine. I could feel his eyes on me, but I refused to look up.

"What's wrong with this one?" he asked.

I ran my fingers over part of the engine. "It needs work, but I can't tell you everything until I open it."

He sighed, and the sound made me look up at him.

For a moment, our eyes met.

There was something different in his expression. Something that made my chest tighten.

I looked away first and shifted my gaze again to the motorcycle, but I couldn't concentrate as easily as before. I could still feel him nearby.

Why was this man suddenly making me nervous? I didn't even know him.

"Have you decided where you're staying?" he asked.

"Rayna's place for now."

He frowned slightly. "And your belongings from your father's house?"

"I'll get them later. I don't want to go there again after today." I answered, trying so much not to lock eyes with him.

He nodded as though he understood. "Then I'll have someone take you."

I immediately shook my head. "No! I can handle it."

"I didn't say you couldn't."

"Then don't worry."

His eyes remained on me for a moment before he nodded. "Fine."

I went back to checking the motorcycle, but his presence remained at the back of my mind. I hated that I noticed him this much.

I had only met him properly last night, and already I was becoming too aware of him.

That wasn't good. Not after Alden. Not when I still didn't even know who Major really was, even though he had similar looks to Alden.

But when I looked up again and found him watching me, I couldn't stop the small smile that crossed my lips.

Maybe I was already in trouble.

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Major’s POV

I stood outside the workshop, watching Haven move between the motorcycles.

She was completely different when she worked. Her concentration was intense, and every movement of her hands seemed deliberate. She didn't need anyone hovering around her, and she certainly didn't need anyone telling her what to do.

That was one of the things I liked about her.

But lately, I was beginning to notice other things too: The way her jeans fitted when she bent over a motorcycle. The way her hair fell around her face before she pushed it back with the back of her wrist. The small amount of grease on her cheek that she hadn't noticed.

I looked away.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

I wanted her because she was the kind of woman I needed for the competition: Strong, independent, capable, and unlike the women who usually surrounded me.

But standing there and watching her work, I knew that wasn't the only reason anymore.

My phone vibrated. I pulled it out and glanced at the message.

The smile disappeared from my face.

Another report about the Iron Vultures.

They had been spotted close to one of our businesses again. Those bastards were becoming too comfortable.

The Iron Vultures hadn't started as strangers. They had come from our own club after a group of members refused to accept the direction I had taken Salvation Riders. They wanted the old ways, the illegal businesses and everything that came with them.

Since I had chosen a different path, they chose to leave and create their own club.

The problem was that leaving hadn't been enough for them. They had attacked us before, taking resources and damaging businesses we had spent years building. We had lost plenty during the attack, but we hadn't lost a single member.

I wasn't going to let them finish what they had started.

"Prez?" I looked up to see Aron approaching.

"What happened?"

He lowered his voice. "One of our men just confirmed that the Iron Vultures were seen near the south warehouse."

My jaw tightened. "They're watching us."

"Looks that way."

I glanced toward the workshop. Haven was still working, unaware of the conversation.

"Don't let anyone approach them," I ordered.

Aron nodded. "I'll handle it."

"No."

He looked at me.

"I'll handle it myself." I slipped the phone back into my pocket and looked at Haven again.

She lifted her head at that exact moment, and our eyes met through the open workshop door.

She smiled, and something in my chest shifted.