Claimed By My Ex's Biker Brother

Chapter 2

Haven’s POV

I didn't even bother speaking to my stepmum or my dad when I got back home, nor did they talk to me about where their favorite daughter was. I entered my room and changed quickly, put on my jeans, with my rolled-sleeves shirt, my saddle handbag, and my hair restyled again.

I got off the sneaker and had my combat boot on, then left the building once again. This time, my bike would be of use, so I drove to the workshop where I knew Rayna would come for me. “How long would it take to get here?” I asked her via phone call once I had parked my bike to the side.

“Bae, just some seconds left,” she said, and I didn't see the lie, because a cab parked before my workshop at that moment, and she alighted. Rayna was good at telling truths, which was why she didn't get along so much with Hera. “This outfit again? Why not some bumshort and sleeveless top?”

I crossed my arms, leaning on my bike, “Do they kick out females who dress masculine?”

“That's not it. How about your boyfriend? Today's his birthday, huh?” She blew me a kiss as she got closer. “I had already sent the text before I recalled it.”

That asshole!

I bit my lower lip so hard I thought it broke, but I didn't taste my blood. “We broke up!”

Her jaw dropped. “You did what? Broke up? Why? Did he cheat?”

I nodded, staring at the floor, “With my sister, and I think this is the worst of it all.”

“His loss!” Rayna shrugged. “He doesn't know the gem he lost, so get over him and go have a free drink with me. Hera would be there on her own.”

“What club?” I asked, one that almost slipped my mind.

She whispered, “The Salvation Riders motorcycle club.”

“The f**k! I told you that I had nothing to do with bikers. Why should I be there? Those people are deadly gangs….

“C’mon, bae, they aren't. The Salvation Riders are not what you think, okay. Did you forget that they own this town, too?” she scoffed, and sure, I did forget. “They are throwing a party tonight after several months of not having any, so you can take whatever you want for free, not just drinks. I think they are welcoming a new member.”

I took a deep gulp, "Including grilled meat?”

She nodded, “Anything!” she gestured, but then her mood shifted, and she asked me, “Do your parents know that Eve did that with your man?”

“Even if they knew…

“Don't judge yet. I know they take her side, but this time could be different.” She cut me short, but I shot her a glare, and she pressed her lips together.

My parents wouldn't fail this time in taking her side. She spoils things in my workshop, rides my bike, and damages something, and they keep reminding me how they gave me a free workshop, so I have no right to act like I own the whole place.

I didn't want to act rashly, not because I couldn't, but because I wasn't ready to go out there and rent another workshop. But now? Let's see how it goes, because I would beat Eve to pulp if she messes up with me henceforth.

“We are going on my bike,” I said to Rayna and grabbed my helmet. “Climb on.”

I crossed my leg and started the engine, “What are you waiting for?”

She looked at her skirt, then back at me, “We could board a taxi, and I will pay for it.”

“I don't do that here, so just climb on.”

“Can you just smile? I'm not Alden, so don't take out your anger on me,” she retorted, and I nearly chuckled. “Get on!” I told her, and she pouted while getting closer.

She could climb on, but she wore something skimpy, so it took a whole lot of time before she got on my back. “Take it and put it on.” I handed the extra helmet I got to her, and she took it.

Once she was ready, I started the bike and rode off. Normally, when I am pissed, riding calms me down. But not this time. I just wish I could beat up that dickhead I thought I had without going to prison. His father was the prime minister, so he would probably use his power against me.

Or was I in pain because he thought I wouldn't get another man? He thought I would be nothing without him, but I do not even have interest in any relationship anymore, so he can go to hell.

“Rayna, I hope those bikers do not fight there? I know they are like brothers, but they are f*****g gangs.” I said to her, loud enough that the thick air wouldn't stop her from hearing my voice.

She patted my belly, “They are not what you think.”

I worked on motorcycles for some bikers, and I didn't know which club they belonged to, but I didn't like how they behaved. They do not abuse, though, but act like they own every little soul.

Aside from the Salvation Riders, there are other clubs in the town, but the Salvation Riders owned the town, since they were the first to be established.

It took almost thirty minutes for us to arrive there, and I stopped the bike. “Here, right? Or did I miss the road?" I asked Rayna after we got out our helmets.

She chuckled, “It's here. Very busy already.”

We got down, and I parked my bike to the side, locking it with the chain lock. As I raised my head, I saw a man standing behind Rayna, teasing her, and she was refusing, flinging her hair around. I didn't feel comfortable with that, but I knew she wasn't new here, so maybe she knew who the man was.

Not until the dude spanked her ass from behind, and she turned around and hit the man on his face. Bile rose to my chest upon seeing that.

The man wrapped his palm around her neck, his face drained of blood, “How dare you, chicken, raise your hand on me?”

So disgusting…

Who was he to call a woman a chicken? I rushed closer and stepped on his foot with my boot and twisted it, causing him to shriek, and he let go of Rayna, who coughed continuously. “Get away from me!” he yelled, trying to push me, but I released a heavy punch to his face, sending him staggering backwards.

My uncle was a tattoo artist and also trained fighters, so I had both skills aside from being a mechanic.

The man spat out blood and coldly raised his face, “You? What's the meaning of this?”

“You! Stop harassing women,” I responded and steupsed, now getting closer to Rayna. “Are you okay now? Can you breathe properly?”

“Watch your back, Haven!!!” Rayna screamed, covering her face.

I flung my body around, getting hold of the man's hand in the air, and I kicked his lower belly with my knee. Before he could act again, I slammed my fist twice to his face.

He turned around to run away, and I raised my leg, hitting him on the back with my boot.

A heavy noise erupted as he staggered and slammed his body on one of the bikes at the far end, then fell together with it on the floor.

“Is he dead?”

“That's good for him, jerk!”

“Wait! Is that a woman or a man who hit him?”

“The President's bike?”

My eyes shot up upon hearing the last statement. What president's bike?

I turned around, and Rayna was in panic. She dashed closer to me and whispered, “That's… that's the president's bike. He's brutal and doesn't smile, very dangerous and coldhearted. Let's run away, Haven. I can't stand him.”

I rolled my eyes to both sides, and there were several bikers coming out of the building at that moment. They dragged that filthy man up from the bike, and another raised the bike from the floor.

“Some damage was done,” he said, glancing at the rest.

Rayna tapped me again, "Where's your bike? We have to leave now.”

I breathed out, glanced at Rayna, and loudened my voice, asking, “What's damaged? I'm a mechanic, and I will repair it.”

“Haven? Are you crazy? Do you even know what it means to…

“They are bikers, and they will find me if I run.” I cut her short and pulled away from her, striding closer to the bikers. “I apologise, but a wasted semen like him disgusts me, so I couldn't watch my friend being sexually harassed. Can I take a look at the bike? Who's the president?”

Someone cleared their throat from behind me, and I turned around to see him. Was he Alden's brother? They had similar looks…and oh Jesus! I took a slight gulp, my gaze shifting from his well-sculpted face to his stoutly built body.

He had a full sleeve tattoo on his left arm, a piercing too, and his brown, wavy hair dancing to the motion of the wind. He stared at me as if I were going to be his prey right now, but the last emotion that would creep into me was fear.