Claimed By My Ex's Biker Brother

Chapter 4

Haven’s POV

“Then that's settled.” He said and shrugged.

I folded my arms and looked at the man standing in front of me.

Major.

That was what everyone had called him.

I still couldn't get over the fact that Alden had a brother who was the president of a motorcycle club. And a very intimidating one at that.

“All right,” I said. “I'll finish the work I have at my workshop and contact you when I can come over.”

His eyes stayed on mine for a second longer than necessary. “Or you can come tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

He nodded toward the damaged motorcycle. “I'd rather have it fixed quickly.”

I glanced at the bike. “You're impatient.”

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You're observant.”

I almost smiled.

Something about the way he said it made me feel as though we were discussing something more interesting than motorcycle repairs.

I cleared my throat and turned toward the bike. “Where should I take it?”

“Inside.”

One of the bikers immediately moved to help.

I followed them into the clubhouse, with Major walking beside me.

The moment I stepped inside, I understood why people were so intimidated by this place. It wasn't simply a room filled with bikers; It was organised.

There were different sections, people moving in and out with obvious purpose, and motorcycles lined up in an area that looked almost like a private garage.

Except these motorcycles were in terrible shape.

I stopped. “What happened here?”

Major looked at the bikes. “Our mechanic hasn't been able to work for some time.”

“That's unfortunate,” I said and walked closer to one of the motorcycles and crouched beside it. “Whoever maintained these before knew what they were doing.”

Major raised an eyebrow. “You can tell that from looking at it?”

“I can tell a lot from looking at a motorcycle,” I said proudly. My years of training weren't in vain.

He leaned against one of the pillars. “Then tell me what you think.”

I looked at him. “I don't need anyone hovering over me while I work.”

His smile widened. “That might be difficult.”

“Why?”

“You've already made half the club curious,” he said, his lips already parting.

I looked around. Several bikers were indeed watching us. I narrowed my eyes. “Tell them to find something else to do.”

Major chuckled, and I looked at the motorcycles again. “You have a lot of work here,” he muttered.

“Enough to keep me busy.” I sighed.

His eyes met mine. “How much?”

I gave him my price, and he didn't argue.

“I'll contact you.” He started walking out of the garage, and I nodded.

There was something annoyingly confident about him. I shook my head and walked back outside.

Rayna was waiting for me. The moment she saw me, her eyebrows rose. “Well?”

“We have a deal,” I said, and her mouth fell open.

“You're working for them?” she asked, and I nodded. She grabbed my arm. “You're insane.”

“I need money.”

“You just punched a man at a biker clubhouse and somehow came out with a job.”

Her words made me shrug. “I'm talented.”

She burst out laughing. I couldn't help laughing too.

The music grew louder as the night continued. People danced. Bikers shouted across tables. Someone challenged another man to an arm-wrestling match.

Rayna soon disappeared into the crowd, and I stayed near the bar.

I didn't want another man tonight. I definitely didn't want another relationship. But I was tired of thinking about Alden.

So I started drinking.

I heard a familiar voice beside me. “You're still here.”

I turned and saw him—Major.

He had changed nothing about his appearance, but somehow he looked different under the dim lights.

More relaxed. Less like the intimidating president everyone had warned me about.

“It's your party,” I replied. “Why shouldn't I be here?”

“You look like you want to leave,” he said as the bartender served his drink.

I nodded gently. “I was considering it.”

He shook his head. “You're different from what I expected.”

I frowned. “What did you expect?”

“I don't know.”

“You don't know?” My voice rose a bit, but I was really curious.

He chuckled, “I knew you worked with motorcycles, but I didn't expect you to walk into my club, break up a fight and damage my motorcycle within your first few minutes.”

I couldn't help smiling.

Major's voice softened. “You don't have to look guilty for smiling, mechanic.”

I rolled my eyes. “Don't call me that. I have a name.”

“I know.” He said my name quietly. “Haven.”

Something about the way he said it made my stomach tighten.

I finished my drink in no time and said to him, “I'm leaving soon. You said you'd contact me.”

“I will.”

I smiled faintly and walked away before my face could betray me.

By the time Rayna found me, it was almost six in the morning. “Hera never came,” she complained. “Maybe she changed her mind.”

I tightened the straps of my boots. “Let's go.”

We left the clubhouse.

I climbed onto my motorcycle, and Rayna got behind me. As I started the engine, I glanced toward the clubhouse.

Major stood near the entrance. His hands were in his jacket pockets, and he was watching me.

Our eyes met, and my heart skipped a beat.

I looked away first and drove away, my heart still thumping. I shouldn't have liked how he gazed at me, but I did.

When we reached my workshop, I slowed the motorcycle before stopping. Then my smile disappeared.

Men were standing outside my workshop. Several boxes were already sitting beside the entrance.

I killed the engine. “What the hell?”

Rayna climbed off behind me.

I removed my helmet and watched my father step out from beside the workshop. “Haven.” His voice was hoarse.

I stared at him. “Dad, what's going on?”

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he looked at me with an expression I had never seen before, then he said, “I'm taking the workshop back.”

My stomach dropped. “What?”

“You heard me,” he said with his brows arched.

I looked around. “My tools are outside. You had everything removed. Why?”

His jaw tightened. “You've embarrassed this family enough.”

I stared at him. “What did I do?”

“Don't pretend you don't know.”

“I genuinely don't.” I slammed my palm at my side.

“You attacked your sister,” he said coldly; the side of his eyes darkened.

My mouth fell open. “I did what? I never touched Eve.”

“You're lying,” he growled, his eyes widening.

I stepped closer. “She slept with my boyfriend. I walked away from the relationship. Why would I attack her? I was angry, yes. I was hurt. But I didn't touch her.”

He shook his head. “You've become too difficult.”

I laughed bitterly. “Too difficult?”

“You refuse to behave as a daughter should.”

There it was. The same old accusation.

I looked at the workshop. “This is because of Eve.”

He pointed fingers at me. “This is because of your behaviour.”

“And you're taking away the only thing I've built?” My chest tightened. “You can't do this.”

“I can.” He turned toward the men. “Take everything else out.”

I stared at him. My entire life had been reduced to a few boxes on the pavement.

My father walked past me, then stopped. “Find somewhere else to work.”

I turned. “Dad.”

He didn't look back. “You're no longer using this property.” Then he left.

Silence settled around me. I nearly forgot how to breathe.

Rayna moved closer. “Haven…”

I didn't answer. Rather, I stared at my tools, tears welling in my eyes. Everything I'd been afraid would happen if I ever had to leave this place had just happened. And I had no money to rent both a home and another workshop.

I clenched my jaw because I wasn't going to cry. Not in front of these men or even my father.

Rayna touched my shoulder. “You can stay with me.”

I looked at her. “I don't know what I'm going to do.”

“We'll figure it out,” she said reassuringly, and I nodded slowly, sniffing hard.

Then a motorcycle engine roared behind us, and I turned to see a black motorcycle approaching the workshop.

My eyes narrowed.

As the rider came closer, I recognised the leather jacket.

Major.

I stared at him in disbelief. What the hell was he doing here?

He stopped in front of us, and the engine died. He removed his helmet; his grey eyes immediately found mine. Then his gaze moved to the boxes scattered across the pavement, causing his expression to harden. “What happened?”

I opened my mouth, but no words came out.