The Bikers forbidden claim

Equal

Zander POV

The bike screamed under my hands.

I didn't give a f**k about speed limits or safety or any of that s**t. My knuckles were white on the handlebars, my jaw clenched so tight I could taste blood. The anger was everywhere, crawling under my skin like something alive and hungry.

“Do you also need an orgasm? I can help you get one and we call it equal.”

Mara actually said that to me?

She dismissed me like I was nothing, like last night meant nothing to her. To me. To us.

That cutting line played on repeat in my head like a song I couldn't stop hearing.

Yesterday, she walked into that bar in a dress that screamed for attention and designed to make men lose their minds.

She'd walked in knowing I was watching, knowing I couldn't look away.

She knew exactly what she was doing to me.

She'd seduced me deliberately, pushed my control buttons and let me touch her.

She let me taste her and claim her in ways I'd never claimed anyone else.

And the second I gave in, the moment she got what she wanted from me, she acted like I was nothing.

She acted like what happened between us was nothing, like I was just another body to use and discard.

No one had ever done that to me before. No one has ever treated me Zander cross like something disposable except Mara.

I'd spent years not feeling anything for anyone. Years of taking what I wanted and moving on without a second thought.

I was the enforcer, I needed no attachment.

Seven years ago, I walked away when I realised I was feeling too much for someone as innocent as Mara.

Marcus trusted me and I never wanted to put that trust into jeopardy so I agreed to go on a mission away from her.

Seven years later and the person I walked away from looked even more tempting.

Seven years later,Mara walked into my life and f****d all of that up.

The anger twisted in my chest.

Mara didn't just reject me, she made me realize I actually felt something. That I'd wanted more than just her body and she had used that as a weapon against me.

I pulled into the clubhouse parking lot and killed the engine with more violence than necessary.

I swung my leg over, parked my ride and started walking.

My entire body was radiating with fury that made people step out of my way.

A few club members called out to me but I didn't acknowledge them.

I didn’t have the patience to deal with anyone.

One word from me right now and someone was bleeding on this concrete.

I was halfway to the training room when Shadow stepped into my path.

"Zander, hey man…"

"Move," I said, not slowing down.

"Wait, about that girl at the bar, Mara…"

I stopped and turned to face him slowly.

His face was still friendly, like he was inquiring about the next mission and not asking me about the subject of my anger.

"What about her?" I asked, my voice quiet.

“ Is she alright? Last night you…”

“ She is none of your f*****g business. Stick your nose where they concern you.” I cut him off angrily.

Then I stepped closer, my gaze pinned on her.

“ Stay away from her and don't treat her like those club whores readily available for a free fuck." I growled.

Shadow's expression shifted, understanding finally crashing over him like cold water.

"Oh s**t, man, I didn't…"

"She's under my protection," I said, and I meant every f*****g word. "You stay away from her.

You don't talk to her. You don't look at her. You don't so much as breathe in her direction. You got that?"

He nodded frantically, backing up with his hands raised like I might hit him. He was right to be scared. I was about two seconds away from it.

"Yeah, man. Yeah, I got it. My bad. I didn't know she was…"

"Now you do." I didn't give his stupid as the chance to finish his excuse.

I didn't wait for him to say anything else. I just kept walking, leaving him standing there like an i***t.

The training room was empty and thank f**k for that because I couldn't hold it together anymore. I wrapped my hands on autopilot and went straight for the heavy bag.

My fist connected and it felt like coming up for air after nearly drowning.

Again and again, I repeated the process, venting my anger on the poor thing.

The impact sent shockwaves up my arms but I didn't stop, I couldn't stop. The pain was the only thing that felt real anymore.

"How dare she!" I growled, the words coming out raw.

"How f*****g dare she!"

I'd touched her like she mattered. I'd touched her like she was important., like she meant something because she did.

I'd made her come until she was sobbing, until her entire body was shaking, until she was completely unraveled. I'd given her something I'd never given anyone else.

I'd given her my attention and real desire that was not fueled by lust.

And what did she do?

She had thrown it back in my face like I was disposable, like I was nothing.

The bag swung back and I caught it hard, holding it steady as I breathed like I'd run a marathon. My chest heaved, my muscles burned and my entire body was drenched in sweat. My knuckles were screaming inside the wraps.

The pain was however better than the sick feeling of being completely f*****g disposable to the one person I'd actually let in.

"You look like you need an outlet."

I didn't even look up because I knew that voice.

Candy was leaning against the doorframe like she owned the place, her cut open and nothing underneath.

“ It would be wise for you to walk away this instance.” I growled, annoyance building inside me.

She didn’t listen.

Instead, she moved closer, her voice dripping with confidence and calculation. "I can feel your anger, Zander. Do you wanna direct that anger elsewhere? Maybe to my p***y?"

I turned to face her and took her in.

Candy was indeed attractive and available. She was offering exactly what I usually wanted without complications or expectations.

She was everything I'd wanted before Mara.

But looking at her, I felt absolutely nothing.

Her figure was nothing like Mara's, she didn't have Mara's defiance. She didn't even look at me like Mara looked at me.

"Go find someone else to f**k your desperate pussy."