Page 24 of The Sins Of The Biker

Liv wouldn’t let me drive home after I had a few too many shots of vodka, so she called me an Uber.

She offered to stay the night, but I wanted to be alone and drown in my sorrows. The vodka only helped for a short while, but now that I’m sobering up, it’s all coming back to me…

Harley breaking up with me.

Asking me to wait for him.

It’s shattering me.

“Miss, are you okay?”

I break away from my thoughts and glance at the driver, who’s watching me intently in the rearview mirror.

“Yes, I’m sorry. I’m fine.”

Snatching my phone from my bag, I ensure I leave him a good rating, then open the door and head to my front door.

Once I’m inside, I head down the corridor to my bedroom, where I run to my bed and cry on my pillow. I sob for Harley, our love, and remembering the look on his face when he told me to wait for him. How could he? Was it that easy to walk away from us? How could he leave me and not trust me enough to help him through this?

I know there’s more to the story than he’s telling me, and he explained he wants to protect me, but from what? Why would anyone hurt me? I don’t understand.

Losing his father is a travesty, and I still don’t know the details of how he died. I was told he was shot in his front yard, but by who? And if they killed Harley’s dad, then will they try to kill Harley? That thought causes my stomach to sink, and I cry even louder into my pillow.

The sound of my door creaking has me pausing. “Serena, are you okay?” I hear my dad ask. “What happened?”

My father’s voice travels around the room, and I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to have this conversation right now. I can’t. I thought talking to Rachel would help, and it did for a while, but now the same thoughts are bombarding my mind.

“Serena,tell me… are you all right?”

“Leave me alone, Dad,” I mumble through the pillow. “I just want to be alone.”

My mattress sinks as he sits beside me. His fingers run through my hair, and I peek up at him.

“Tell me what happened?”

“It’s nothing,” I reply, trying to conceal the tears that have already fallen by swiping at my face.

Glancing into his gray eyes, I take a minute to take him in—full gray hair, a matching mustache, wrinkles visible at the corners of his eyes, and a pointy straight nose showing off his shrewdness.

“Was it the funeral today? Did it upset you? I should have come with you.”

“It’s not that, Dad.”

“Come on,Pepita, you know you can’t hide from me.” I remember those days when I was younger, and he would call me by my nickname. It brought back happy memories of my dad and I sitting at the kitchen table while he was helping me with my homework.

I’m still mad at him.

He’ll be thrilled to hear Harley and I are no longer together.

Harley asked me to give him some time. And gosh, I really want to. I don’t get why he can’t be with me and still does what he needs to. I’m crazy about him and here for him no matter what.

He needs time.

But that’s all he said.

How much time?

A month?

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