Page 25 of The Sins Of The Biker

Six months?

A year?

I mean, how long can I go without seeing him?

My father places his hand on my head again, and I say, “Dad, I need to be alone now. Please.”

His eyes are full of concern. “Okay, Serena, I’ll leave you for now. But when you’re ready, come and talk to me.”

I don’t say a word in reply.

After he leaves the room, I once again place my head on the pillow and cry for everything I have lost.

Chapter Eleven

HARLEY

“Harley, you got a sec?” Wave asks as I sit at the bar drowning in my sorrows.

I’ve lost my father, and now I had to tell the woman I love to leave me alone, all because I need to protect her life.How do I live without her?I must have been fucking crazy thinking this was a great idea.

I’m so fucked up right now, I don’t even know who I am anymore. All I feel is anger, hatred, and revenge, which is why I can’t have Serena in my life right now. She can’t see me this way. I know I did the right thing, but I wish my fucking heart would catch on.

Looking over at Wave, I take another shot of tequila that Meeka had placed in front of me.

“Sure.”

“Let’s take it in the room.”

Raising my eyebrows, I reply. “Now?”

“Yeah, fuckin’ now. Let’s go.”

Standing, I follow him to the sacred room, my eyes landing on Snake, wearing an arm brace for his recent wound. Thank fuck he’s okay, though. I would have felt guilty as shit if he didn’t survive.

Those bullets were meant for me, and Snake simply got in the way.

Whoever killed my dad wanted me dead that night too.

But why? I have no fucking clue.

Could it be the men who sold the guns?

At first, I thought they were trying to steal them back, but why did they not touch the van they were stored in overnight? No, this was a personal attack, and I’m determined to find out who wanted to ensure I was dead.

“Take a seat.”

Glancing around the room, I remember the last time I was here. It was with my old man and that bastard, Emilio Alejandro. My father sat in his chair that’s now vacant. Well, not for long because Wave will take that spot as the new president.

Taking a seat at the vacant chair closest to me, I watch as Wave sits in another chair that’s not the old man’s.

“What’s going on, Wave?”

Wave sighs and rubs his jaw, then sits back, his eyes staring into mine.

“What I’m going to say will shock you, but I want you to know we are all in favor.”

Frowning, I ask, “Favor about what?”

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