Page 29 of The Sins Of The Biker

She pouts. “You sure it can’t wait,” she replies, winking at me, and my boys smirk, glancing from her to me.

“Hey, darlin’, can you please get me a coffee?” Wave asks, and she replies with, “Sure,” but her eyes are still firmly latched on mine. Finally, she grasps the coffee pot, and pours Wave a cup, then Tom.

She hands out menus and asks, “What will it be, boys?”

Wave decides on sausages and eggs, and Tom asks for the same.

“Be right up,” Simone says and gives me a wink before walking to the kitchen.

“Fuck, brother, did you check out her ass?” Wave asks, nudging me.

“Can’t miss it,” I reply honestly.

“I’d love to fuck her ass,” Tom says, and I snap my head to his.

“Man, you’ve got Sarah. I know you don’t want to fuck that up.”

He gives me his full attention. “No, I don’t, but fuck, a man can dream.”

We all laugh, and it’s not long before Simone serves our meals, and I order some takeout for the others.

She stays talking with us for a while before she’s called upon to grab our takeout and hands it to me along with a piece of paper. When I peek at it, her phone number is written on it.

With a smile, I reply, “Thanks, darlin’.” She doesn’t realize I will place it in the trash bin once I walk outside. However, when Wave catches me doing it, he grabs it off me. “I’ll take that, okay?”

With eyebrows raised, I ask, “And what will you do with the number, Wave?”

“You never know when I’ll be passing through next, boys,” he answers, eyebrows dancing.

“Man, you have fun with that.”

“I intend to.”

We make our way back to the motel and hand out the food.

Once everyone’s finished eating, we grab our stuff and head back to our bikes, starting them up.

Stanford walks over to confirm I know where I’m going, and I nod. “Sure do, brother.”

“Let’s do this,” he says, smiling.

After riding all day, we decide to stop and have a bite to eat, and we realize how late it is. So rather than head down to the address that Stanford found, we decide to take a rest and sleep at the club’s safehouse in New York. My father was a genius when he purchased this place for the club. It’s tucked away, which means we have privacy. Privacy that was a blessing when we used it last.

The memory of that night comes to mind, and I try to wipe those thoughts away—I can’t think of that right now. I need to focus on what I need to do. We need to be prepared. And with the long ride ahead of us, we can do with a good night’s rest. We don’t know what’s awaiting us, and I want to make sure we have a plan and don’t go in blindsided.

After we eat, we discuss our plan of attack for tomorrow and then head to bed.

I take the main bedroom upstairs and shut the door behind me. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I drop my head in my hands and sigh. My mind drifts to Serena, and I can’t help but wonder what she’s doing right now. I allow myself to think about her for a while, even though I promised myself I wouldn’t give myself that luxury.

I miss her.

Goddamn, I miss her.

Reaching for my phone, I pull it out of my jeans pocket and scroll down to her number. I want to hit the green button and call her, and my finger pauses over her name for a few seconds.

Just one call, that’s all.

No, don’t do it.

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