The Biker Giant's Claim: Ride To Desire

3

Jade~

With my chest swelling in fury, I stomped towards the bedside where Mark was. Before they could process it, I yanked the blanket off their body, revealing their nudity. “Now get the f**k off my bed!!” I yelled at them, my muscles tensed. “You could get into the store and continue fucking.”

When they tried to hesitate, I waved my hand over Mark aggressively…but he dodged it and hauled his body through the other side, and Clara followed him immediately.

I dragged the bedsheet out and threw it at them too, “Take it with you so you don't hurt your skin before you orgasm…”

Clara winced aloud, sitting on her side on the floor. “I sprained my ankle, mum…” she cried as she'd always done, and they rushed towards her.

I paid less attention to them while checking out the stuff that had been on the headboard of the bed when my dad's voice rang out into the air, “How dare you, Jade? This is my house, and you don't misbehave under my roof.”

His face was drained of blood, and he kept pointing at me while speaking. He might even jab my face if I were closer to him, and then claim that I hurt their beloved daughter in his house.

I adjusted my jeans, “Now you are saying that this isn't my house, so on what grounds do I have to keep staying here?” I gestured, maintaining eye contact with him. “Fine! I'm really going to leave your house if that's gonna make you all happy.”

I snorted and quickly began putting my things together.

They watched and never stopped me, and Mark had already gotten fully dressed, together with his new, damn girlfriend.

“Maybe I would have some mercy if you beg, Jade. If you leave, you would have to stay on the street and live an uncomfortable life, so just apologise to Clara, and I will forgive you,” my dad ranted, sounding disappointed by my pride.

My mum chipped in, “Yes, Jade! Don't make it look like we are kicking you out because of your sister when you could just apologise for hurting her and be given a second chance.”

I really had a lot to say to them, but that would waste much of my time.

And who said that they're kicking me out? I am f*****g leaving for the sake of my sanity. Who keeps staying where they aren't welcomed?

They weren't even ashamed that my younger sister caused a full-blown drama that everyone would find disgusting, yet they wanted me to be the good girl here and lie on the floor for her because she sprained her ankle. She should rather be happy that she could even walk, at least.

It doesn't hurt not being the lovable daughter of her parents, because if they loved me in the start, they would not have left me to stay with my grandpa till I turned fifteen. Even when I returned here, they didn't care much about me and were never interested in sending me to college, despite knowing how brilliant I was in high school.

But they were investing heavily in Clara, who didn't even give a damn about her future. Of course, she was brilliant too and was excelling in her academy in college, but she doesn't act like she has a plan for her future and is more concentrated on snatching every man from me.

When I finally zipped shut my bag, I turned around to see them all still watching in shock. “What? Didn't you want me to give you a breathing space in your house?”

“You could just apologise to your sister, and all this will end,” Mark said, his voice so demure as though he was damn innocent.

In fact, the sight of him irritated me more, because I was already used to my parents' favoritism between my sister and me. They could tell me to lick Clara's ass if that will make the b***h happy…But I had never given a f**k about them, and I'm even fed up with always listening to their s**t.

“Sorry, y’all!” I managed to say goodbye, dragged my luggage with me, and left the room.

They followed me out, watching as I headed out of the building, and not one of them tried stopping me.

“You're putting this risk on yourself, Jade!” said my dad from afar as I was about to shut the door.

I'd always known that I wasn't welcome to stay with them, but I was finally convinced that I was never thinking wrong all these years.

They didn't want me around and never knew how to kick me out, so they rather made that room uncomfortable for me. There were so many times that Clara caused a mess, and they expected me to clean it up. She spoiled my things, and they faked being deaf and dumb and not replacing it for me.

‘What a waste of time with them…’ I thought and blew out hot air. I dragged the luggage until I left the compound entirely, so I boarded a cab that took me back to the workshop.

Looking at the time, my uncle must still be at work, so I would meet him.

While I was trying to get some money from my pocket and pay the driver, I touched the condom I had gotten and sighed out angrily. ‘Another waste of money…’ I pouted as I carried my luggage with me towards the workshop.

Uncle Duncan saw me and rushed over, taking the luggage off my head, and I straightened my shirt. He looked me in the face and asked curiously, “Is everything okay at home? What happened?”

I swallowed deeply and slid my palms into my side pocket, “There are homes too hard to stay in, and staying with them is even harder.”

He grinned and patted my shoulder, “Then staying here wouldn't be hard, you know, right? I would make it comfortable for you…” he assured and began walking into the building, and I trailed behind him.

This moment made me recall the first time I came to this workshop to stay with Uncle Duncan after I returned to my family, and how my dad talked ill about him, and how I should stay away from my uncle.

So, what if I had listened to him then? Who would have taken me in now?

I was his apprentice, and I had never seen anything about what my parents said about him. Now I only hope not to see it, because if I end up leaving this place, I would be homeless.