The Biker Giant's Claim: Ride To Desire

6

Jade~

When I stepped out of the car and walked toward Victor's café to hand over his key, I noticed the men seated outside and, without being told, knew they were from the Outlaw Club by the vests two of them wore.

One of them, seated in the middle, slowly raised his face as I approached. Our gazes locked for a fleeting moment. His hair was braided and styled smoothly, his eyes glinting.

For a moment, I studied his body structure even while he was seated. He looked rugged and wore a blank expression, veins bulging on his tattooed, muscular arms. I didn't need to be told he was their leader—there was something about him that felt different from the others.

He exuded a powerful aura, his gaze flickering over me until I drew closer and slowly walked past him. I bit my lower lip and swallowed softly, envisioning those arms wrapped around me, his body towering over mine while I ran my fingers across his muscles.

Was he a Greek god or something? Even seated, I could tell he was gigantic, and my arms might not wrap around him fully in an embrace.

I was snapped out of my daze when Victor cleared his throat, yet I glanced at the braided biker before handing over the key. "You could check on it if you have time now," I said, sounding like I was almost losing my voice from too much daydreaming about a stranger.

The old man nodded but slipped the key into his pocket. "What about having some coffee?" he asked, and I rolled my eyes at the question. "It's very quick to make..." he added, and I pressed my lips into a thin line.

If I ever had his coffee, it wouldn't be while these brutally attractive men were around. "No need, I should get back to the workshop. I have a lot to do. Thank you for the offer!" I said with a smile.

His expression showed he wanted to persuade me further, but I didn't let him speak. "Sir, you don't have to bother. Next time, I could give it a try." He finally shrugged upon hearing I might try next time, though I was fairly certain I wouldn't.

I turned around and began to leave when one of the men whistled, his eyes on me. I caught his gaze and almost hissed at him, but chose to ignore him completely and walk away. Yet as I drew closer to him, he made me halt in an instant.

My eyes snapped to him. He had an annoying smile, licking his lips as though savoring the feeling of having just slapped my ass. "What do you call that?" I asked calmly, but with furrowed brows.

He bit the side of his lip. "Couldn't help myself. You look so alluring, damn spicy like a pepper," he said, as if what he'd just done was nothing. "What about spending some time together?"

What the hell? Is he even okay?

I scoffed at him and shoved my short hair back. "Is that how irresponsible you are? Do you have any idea you just acted like a dog, and your whistle sounded like a dog barking?" I retorted, my arms folded across my chest while I glared at him.

He cleared his throat and glanced at his friend seated beside him, then began running his fingers through his hair. "How did I not think she'd have such a bad temper? I could lose my head here over something not even offensive."

"Did you just say—"

"Babe!" another called out to me, smiles all over his face.

Who was his babe? I wanted to slam their heads together and watch them wince in pain. What kind of men have no regard for women? If the rugged-looking one had done this, I wouldn't have thought much—maybe just smacked his face and walked away fast.

"Mind joining us for coffee here? It doesn't look bad spending some time with us, and you could get a little rest from work too," the first guy said, gesturing. He looked like he had no issue with me however he saw me and just wanted me to waste my precious time with him.

I'd known that all men would be the same as Mark. There wouldn't be anyone who would prove to me that they had good manners and common sense.

The man stretched his hand toward me, and I stepped back. "Spending time with horny dogs like you isn't on my agenda. You can call those women who are always all over you... and don't glare at me like that." I snarled at him and backed away immediately.

He must have been expecting loyalty from me because they were bikers, but they were just like Mark—unworthy of even smelling my presence.

I'd walked a short distance when I stopped, turned around, and my gaze locked with their leader, who sat there watching the exchange without saying a word, as though he enjoyed the show. "You might try keeping your dogs on a leash. Just a piece of advice so they don't dig themselves a hole." I said to him calmly before pressing my lips into a thin line.

But the first guy stood up and began walking closer to me. This made me wonder why he was the only nonchalant one among the four of them. Even though the rest enjoyed his antics, he was incredibly annoying, and I hated people like that.

I'd always disliked men who thought they could have any woman they wanted, so when he tried touching me again, I was fast enough to grab his wrist and twist his arm with force. His groan was deep as I released him and stepped back.

"Stay away from me. I'm going to kick you where it hurts if you come near me again." I warned, pointing at him.

When he didn't move anymore and just rubbed his sore arm, I quickened my pace away from them, running back to the workshop.

At least he wouldn't approach me next time. And their leader? He doesn't deserve to be one, or he wouldn't sit there and watch one of his men try to humiliate a woman.

What a ridiculous club. I hoped Liam wouldn't try to talk about how great they were and how exceptional they were in town.

——

Silas

I stood and pressed my palm over Barron's mouth, and once the green-eyed woman vanished from our sight, I let go. He let out a heavy, pained groan before staggering back to his seat. He kept gasping for breath while we all surrounded him.

"Does it hurt that much?" Brook asked, looking worried. "You should try getting enough action so you don't lose your head one day..." he scolded, wearing a frown.

I demanded ice from Victor, and he helped us with some. Then I began pressing it on Barron's arm. "Is it sprained?" I asked, and he couldn't even answer properly.

"Women like her smell nice underneath, don't you know? I could get her attention..."

"Bro, not every woman gives a damn about you." Carter responded to Barron, who didn't look like the lesson had been enough.

I didn't bother saying anything, or I would have glued Barron's lips together. While he was after pursuing her like he did other women, I felt something different about that woman and wanted to get closer to her.

When Barron felt a little relief from the pain, I decided to speak with Victor, who had tested his car a while ago. He was busy flipping cups as though counting them when I found him. "Old man, you seemed close to her..."

He raised his face and chuckled. "Now I'm wondering why you care..."

"Nothing serious. It's just that a woman being a mechanic is somewhat rare, so I'm impressed seeing one." I gestured, hoping he'd tell me more about her.

He finished with the cups and said, "She is Jade, Duncan's niece. I'm impressed by her handiwork too. Such a gorgeous woman."

Gorgeous indeed, but how do I meet her again? Those green eyes of hers were so beautiful, and I wanted to look into them once more. Women like her were hard to get, especially after what she'd just displayed here.

I hadn't seen her partying at our club before, and that would have been the easiest way to see her again. Or, do they repair motorcycles? I could pretend I needed her service while admiring her elegant look.

The thought that this might be the last time I'd see her was making my heart race.