Chapter 8
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Haven's POV
The first thing I did the next morning was open the workshop.
I stood outside with my hands on my waist, staring at the sign hanging above the building. My name was written boldly across it, and I still couldn't believe this place was mine.
Well, not exactly mine. It belonged to the club, but Major had given me the right to run it, and that was enough for me.
I smiled when I remembered Kaden. This was the same workshop where I had spent years learning everything I knew about motorcycles. Back then, I was only an apprentice with my hair always packed into a ponytail, trying to prove that I could work harder than the men around me. Now I was standing here as the mechanic in charge.
“If you could see me now, Kaden,” I muttered with a small laugh.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The smell of oil and metal immediately welcomed me.
This felt like home.
Before it slipped my mind, I texted the location of the workshop to my apprentices so they could start work the next day when I'd put almost everything back in place.
I arranged a few things, checked the motorcycles left for repairs and started working. I didn't even realise how quickly time passed until the sound of another motorcycle stopped outside.
I wiped my hands and walked out. A man wearing a delivery uniform stood beside his motorcycle, looking frustrated.
“Are you the new mechanic?” he asked.
“That depends,” I replied, looking at the motorcycle. “What happened to it?”
He laughed. “If I knew, I wouldn't be here.”
I crouched beside it and began checking the engine. It didn't take long before I found the problem. “Give me about thirty minutes.”
“Can you fix it?”
I looked up at him. “You came to a mechanic and asked if I could fix a motorcycle?”
He laughed again. “Fair enough.”
He agreed to the price, and I got to work.
When I finished, he paid me without arguing and rode away with a satisfied smile.
I couldn't stop smiling. This was what I needed—work, money, and something that belonged to me.
By the time another customer arrived, I was already done organising my workshop.
Maybe Dad throwing me out wasn't the end of my life. Maybe it was the beginning of it.
I was tightening a bolt when I heard a familiar engine outside. I didn't need to look up. I already knew it was Major.
I wiped my hands and walked outside.
He had already removed his helmet, and his eyes immediately found mine. “Busy?” he asked.
I looked around the workshop. “What do you think?”
His lips curved. “I can see that.”
“Did you come to inspect my work?” I queried curiously.
“No.”
“Then why are you here?”
He walked closer, and I immediately noticed the way my body reacted to his presence; It irritated me. I had been perfectly fine before he arrived.
“I came to tell you something. There is a party at the clubhouse tomorrow night.”
I raised an eyebrow. “And?”
“You're invited.”
I laughed. “Since when do mechanics get invited to biker parties?”
“Since the mechanic started working for my club.”
I made a long face. “But I'm not a biker.”
“You aren't.”
“Then why invite me?” I gestured, confused.
His eyes remained on mine. “I want you there.”
My laughter slowly disappeared. His words made my stomach twist.
I looked away first. “That's all?”
“No.”
I looked back at him.
His eyes moved over my face. “You have grease on your cheek.”
I lifted my hand. “I'll get it.”
Before I could touch my face, his hand reached me. His thumb brushed gently over my cheek.
I froze.
His fingers remained there for a second longer than necessary. Then he pulled away.
“There.”
My heart was beating harder than it should.
“Thanks.”
He nodded.
Neither of us spoke for a moment. I didn't know why such a small touch had affected me that much.
I turned and walked back into the workshop.
Behind me, I heard him start his motorcycle.
But before he left, he called my name. “Haven.”
I turned.
“Come tomorrow.” His eyes held mine.
“I'll see you there.”
Then he rode away.
I stood there watching him disappear. “What the hell is wrong with me?” I muttered.
Later that afternoon, I called Rayna. The moment I mentioned the party, she started laughing.
“You're going?” she asked sarcastically.
“Why wouldn't I?”
“It's a biker party,” she reminded me, and I took a slight gulp.
“So?”
“You're going to spend the entire night pretending you don't like Prez.”
I rolled my eyes. “I don't like him.”
“Hmm.” She chuckled again.
“Rayna.”
“I'm not saying anything.”
“You're thinking about it.” I snapped and quickly ended the call.
By evening, I returned to Rayna's apartment.
The moment I opened the door, I expected to see my belongings scattered everywhere because I hadn't had time to arrange anything after leaving my father's house.
Instead, everything was already organised.
I stared around the room. “How did all this happen?”
Rayna stepped out of the bathroom with wet hair. “You think I'm that lazy?”
“I didn't say that.”
“Your face did.”
I laughed and dropped my helmet beside the wall.
She walked over and pulled me into a hug.
“How was your first day?”
I smiled. “Good.”
“Good?”
“Really good. I already had customers,” I said further.
Her face brightened. “I told you that the workshop would be better.”
A sound came from the other room. I turned and saw Hera walking out with a plate of food.
She looked terrible. Her hair was messy, her face was swollen from crying, and she looked like she hadn't slept properly.
“Hera?” I asked.
She looked at me and forced a smile. “Hey.”
I stared at her plate. “You're eating like someone hasn't fed you for three days.”
She dropped her eyes.
Rayna sighed. “Her boyfriend happened again.”
I frowned. “What did he do?”
Hera took another bite before answering. “He cheated.”
My smile disappeared. “Again?”
She nodded.
I slowly shook my head. “Are all men suddenly competing to see who can break a woman's heart faster?”
Rayna snorted. “You should know.”
I glared at her. “Don't start.”
She laughed.
I sat beside Hera. “You're not going back to him, are you?”
She looked at me. “I don't know.”
“You always say that before going back.”
“I know,” she said again.
I shook my head. “Then don't.”
Hera gave me a tired smile. “Maybe I won't this time.”
I hoped she meant it.
We spent the next few minutes talking until my phone rang. I looked at the screen, and my stomach tightened.
Alden.
I stared at his name without answering.
Rayna noticed. “Why aren't you picking?”
“There's nothing left to discuss.” I steupsed with everything left in me.
The phone stopped ringing, then it started again. I turned it face down.
Hera looked at me. “You really don't want him anymore?”
I shook my head. “No,” and I meant it.
Not when someone else was making my heart beat faster.
But I didn't like that. Not one bit.
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