Claimed By My Ex's Biker Brother

Chapter 3

Major’s POV

Another stupid condition? He always did this because I am his illegitimate son. I needed that share so much, or I wouldn't be doing this, but now he was making it harder for me.

Did he give Alden any condition before he got his shares of his assets? But because I demanded my shares from him, he was making all the laws, so I would give up and look away from him.

I slammed my fist on the table in my office, my chest rising and falling in a fast rhythm. “How do I get a girlfriend overnight? What business does he have with the trophy when this is my club and not his?” my voice raised angrily.

Aron, as usual, tried his best to calm me down, but nothing was working on me tonight.

I shoved my body off the office, wanting to reach the bar so I could grab a drink. A lady got towards me, and if not for the sake of her getting hurt, I would just shove her away so she lost her balance. “Just get the damn out of my way,” I growled at her instead, and she froze at first, her head lowered, and I passed by her.

The first people who irritated me were my family, and the second were all these ladies seeking a joystick that would penetrate their damn f*****g hole. I despised them the same way I did my family, which was why I didn't understand how I was expected to have a girlfriend just to please my darn old man before he gave me my shares.

I refused to join the competition that came up for all the presidents of each motorcycle club, because it was compulsory to have an old lady before joining, and I didn't have one. The last woman I dated got f****d right before my eyes by my brother, so what reason would I have to have another girlfriend?

And now my dad was insisting I must join the competition, return with the trophy, before I would be able to get my shares from him.

With a contorted look, I knocked on the board, pulling the attention of the barman. “Vodka!” I mentioned and grabbed a seat, while Aron, my VP, sat opposite me. “We need that share for the club, because we have a lot to do, and the money at hand ain't going to be enough. The students, apprentices, and businesspeople here all need stabilization. We've got kids too, so they all need to be educated.”

Months ago, a rival club attacked us, one created out of our club because they refused to make legal businesses. During the fight, we lost a lot of our resources. But unlike them, we lost no soul, which was why I needed those shares from my dad to fill up the empty spaces.

“This is it, boss,” the barman tapped my arm.

I shifted the bottle to Aron to uncork, when I heard the loud noise of people from outside the clubhouse. The noise became persistent, and I decided to go take a look since it seemed the prospects weren't doing enough, and the enforcers were too busy inside the clubhouse.

Getting out there, my eyes landed on her, beating up a man as if he were nothing. It would take nothing to stop her, but when I heard one of the ladies whisper beside me, “He almost r***d me the other time, so I hope he gets beaten to death,” I had to just watch the demon get fully taken care of by a woman.

Nothing was as interesting as watching a woman do that. I didn't know there were such women on this planet until now.

When she turned around towards where I was and pressed her hair all backwards, a scoff left my lips. “Alden's girlfriend? Didn't he mention that his woman doesn't club and was one of the queens he'd ever met? Why is she here?”

I'd known her for a long time, but not her name. Even before Alden began dating her, I'd known this mechanic lady, so I wasn't so shocked anymore that she was doing that to a man. I'd always admired her from afar, and Alden saying she doesn't club wasn't a lie.

Seeing her here now, what would that mean? Did she break the code? It couldn't be that she found out what Alden was doing in secret with her half-sister.

‘A tomboy without a masculine body structure.’ I thought, and the side of my lips lit up in a smile. She had every quality of the kinda woman I needed to go for the competition with, a mechanic, strong and independent. But if Alden hurt her, then she wouldn't blink at me. ‘I like her attire.’ I licked my lips and crossed my arms, watching as she got back to her friend.

That stupid man came from behind, and seeing him almost late caused my heart to drop into my belly in fear that he would hurt her. But how she spun around was what I didn't understand. Does she fly or what? We had no lady in the club like this, and watching her was just admirable.

She wasn't just a mechanic but a good fighter. She was beautiful too, because I passed through her workshop so many times and caught her face, but she didn't know I ever admired her. She was always busy, and I didn't want to get closer to her…but she'd come to me today.

The roar from the people around made me look up, only to see the man lying on the floor and on my motorcycle. I'd left that bike there because I could be leaving anytime, but now he spoiled it.

The prospects rushed to him and dragged him up, while others raised my bike.

Well, I was expecting her to run away with her bike, because if she got to know who I was, she would pray that the ground would swallow her. How did I think it wrong? She walked up to the prospects there and inquired about me and the bike.

When she turned around to see me standing behind her, her jaw dropped, and I watched as her throat bobbled. First, she would think of my resemblance to her boyfriend. Second, how would she pay to make up for it?

I could just let her go, but not now.

She came to my club, so I'm not letting her leave just that way. Alden was cheating with her half-sister, and the same Alden had f****d my woman, so maybe it was fate that brought us together. Now that we met face to face, it would be okay if I made use of the opportunity, not just because of the competition, but because I always admired her in secret.

“If you don't mind…” her tiny voice drew me out of my daze, and I took a deep swallow. “...I'd take your bike to my workshop and repair it for you.”

For the first time, I took a good look at her from head to toe, and I would say she was more attractive than I thought. The times I saw her, she was at work and was covered in grease. It was her face and ocean blue eyes that I was only able to take a sharp look at.

But now, being close to her, she was brave enough for the kind of woman I needed. A lot of things that I liked about her, which I can't even mention, and the fact that she was the first woman to ever pique my interest in a nonsexual way.

“What do you say?” she asked politely and tucked her hair behind her ears. “If you want, I could also change the painting for you.”

I shrugged, “But I'd prefer you come over here to repair it. Maybe you could do some more and get paid for them.” I stated, somehow, scared that she would refuse because she hadn't worked for bikers in their club house before. There were lots of bikes in there that needed work, and if I had her around for days working on them, we could get along gradually. “Is that okay with you?”

She pressed her lips together and shoved all her hair backwards like before.

A part of me was scared of being rejected, and this was one feeling I hadn't experienced all through my life when it came to women.