Page 28 of The Sins Of The Biker

“The van belongs to this man right here.”

I focus on his name.Pedro St. Andrews.

I read the detailed description provided—weight, height, and below that is his address, date of birth, and phone number. My eyes focus on his address. The asshole lives in New York.

I face my men. “Looks like we’re heading to New York, boys. Let’s see if we can find these fuckers!”

***

The drive is long, and for once, I ride ahead of the others with my VP on one side of me and my sergeant at arms on the other.

This feeling is like nothing like I’ve ever experienced before. A sense of power and pride wash over me as I watch the men beside me, and through the side mirror to the others riding behind us. This is what I was born to do and what it’s all about.

Even though the death of my father forced me to be in this position, I still can’t help but feel proud. Now I need to find the fuckers who wanted me dead and who are responsible for my father’s death.

Finally, after a long ride, we pull into a motel for the night. And as we roll into the parking lot, heads turn. I don’t blame them. We are a hell of a sight to take in, even if we are not a full compliment. I decided we should leave several of our brothers at the compound to keep our clubhouse protected.

Wave heads to the reception desk and organizes a couple of rooms. We grab our overnight bags and enter two rooms with a connecting door.

We stay up until late, with a few drinks and some Chinese, then play some poker games. We know the address we need to head out to, and we have come prepared with guns in the van. I’m hoping by this time tomorrow, I will have some answers. I really don’t know what I’ll do when I find out who’s responsible because all I know is I want to enact my revenge and force them to face death the way my father did.

My phone rings, and I grab it out of my pocket.Fuck, it’s Serena.Now is not the time. I can’t talk to her right now. I need to stay focused on the job at hand. Her voice is something I’m craving to hear, but I can’t bring myself to listen. So I let it go to voicemail.

Wave sees me, and his eyebrows shoot up. “Serena?” he questions, but I don’t answer.

All I say is, “Leave it.”

I can’t handle talking about her, either. Right now, I need her out of my head while concentrating on what I must do.

Wave gives me a swift nod, stands, and announces he’s hitting the hay.

Two of my men stand guard.

This time, we don’t want any surprises.

As president, I want to be prepared if anyone starts shooting tonight.

We all follow and head to bed.

We have a bit of a ride tomorrow, and then we will get our answers.

***

Waking up to the sun cascading through the window, I rub my eyes. I’m still in my jeans but bare-chested.

Coffee, I need coffee.

It’s not long until the others wake, so I head to the shower first. After that, I want to get out of here and head to the diner across the road to grab some coffee and breakfast.

Tom and Wave are not far behind when I sit at the diner’s counter and order eggs and bacon with black coffee. The server smiles at me, asking if there’s anything else I need. Her smile is flirtatious, and I don’t miss how the zipper at the top of her dress is open, revealing large full breasts.

“I haven’t ever seen you around here… you just passing through?” she asks, leaning over the counter with her face resting in her hand.

Her tag reads Simone, and I smile. “That’s right, darlin’. Just passing through.”

“Do you think you might stick around for a little longer?” Her eyes light up, and I know what she’s insinuating—she wants to fuck me big time.

“Wish I could, babe, but I’ve got something to take care of.”

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