Claimed By My Ex's Biker Brother

Chapter 2

Haven’s POV

The moment the taxi dropped me off at our house, I paid the driver and hurried into my room, less concerned if my dad was even back.

I changed out of the dress, pulled on my usual jeans and a rolled-sleeve shirt, then traded my sneakers for my combat boots.

Much better.

I looked at myself in the small mirror hanging beside my workbench.

This was the real me, not the woman who had spent half an hour trying to look feminine for a man who couldn't keep his hands to himself.

I grabbed my saddlebag and stepped outside, climbed onto my bike and rode straight to my workshop where Rayna was supposed to meet me.

Once I reached her, I called her. “Babes,”

“Bae, give me thirty seconds.”

I glanced toward the road. “Thirty seconds?”

“Okay, maybe one minute.”

I rolled my eyes.

A taxi pulled up almost immediately.

Rayna stepped out wearing a short skirt, a fitted top, and a broad smile. She walked toward me and looked me up and down. “This outfit again?”

I crossed my arms. “What is wrong with it?”

“Nothing.”

“Then why are you staring?” My brows knitted.

She chuckled, “Because you could have worn a bum short and a sleeveless top.”

“Why?”

She looked at me like I'd asked the stupidest question in the world. “Did you forget? We're going to a party.”

I glanced down at myself. “Do they throw women out for wearing jeans?”

“No.”

“Then we're fine.” I gestured and started walking back to my bike.

She laughed for a few seconds, then her expression changed. “Wait. Your boyfriend's birthday is today.”

I nodded. “We broke up.”

Her mouth dropped open. “You did what?”

“We broke up.”

“Why?”

I took a deep gulp. “He cheated with Eve.”

Rayna's face fell. For once, she had nothing funny to say. “He actually slept with your sister?”

I nodded. “On his birthday.”

“Jesus.”

She walked closer and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “His loss.”

I scoffed. “I'm done with men.”

“You say that every time.”

I scoffed and nibbled my bottom lip. “This time I mean it.”

“You said that after Caleb, Mark and Justin.”

I glared at her. “Don't remind me.” My tone was snappy, and I pulled away from her.

She laughed. “Fine. No more men tonight. Just free food and free drinks.”

I considered it. “Where?”

She smiled. “Salvation Riders.”

I let out a heavy breath.

“Just come. You don't have to dance. You don't even have to drink. Sit somewhere, eat something, and go home,” she added, trying to convince me more.

I looked at my workshop, then at her.

God! I didn't want to go home to think about Alden or see Eve.

“We're taking my bike.”

She looked down at her skirt. “No, I'll take a taxi.”

I said nothing to her because she knew more than using a taxi instead of pulling me with her to the party. So I grabbed my spare helmet and tossed it toward her. “Put it on.”

She caught it. “Fine.” She scowled at me.

A few minutes later, we were on the road.

Normally, riding cleared my head. But tonight, it didn't. Alden's words kept replaying in my mind.

There were so many things I wanted to say to him. Instead, I twisted the throttle harder.

“Haven!” Rayna's voice came from behind me.

“What?”

“Slow down!” She yelled at me, and I shook my head.

Thirty minutes later, the Salvation Riders' clubhouse came into view. It was larger than I expected.

Bikes filled the parking area, some lined up neatly while others were scattered around the property. Music blasted from inside, mixing with laughter, shouting, and the constant rumble of motorcycle engines.

I parked my bike and locked it.

Rayna removed her helmet, and we started walking toward the entrance.

A few men greeted Rayna as we passed. She clearly knew some of them.

I began to relax; maybe it wouldn't be as terrible as I'd imagined.

Standing some feet away from me, 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 did she turn 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 a 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 shifted 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 away; his eyes were so devouring.