Page 37 of The Sins Of The Biker

“I’ll leave you both alone. Come and find me when you want to have fun again.”

She kisses my cheek before she shuts my bedroom door behind her.

“Fuck, Prez, that girl is fine,” Stanford says, rubbing his chin.

I laugh at that comment and shake my head. “You’re welcomed to her anytime.”

“Yeah?” he asks, his eyes wide. “That’s if she’ll have me.”

“Oh, she’ll have you,” I reply, hands on hips. “So what’s this about?”

“Here, look at this. I dug up that number you told me about, and you’ll never guess who it belongs to.”

He places his laptop in my hands, and I take a closer look.No fucking way!

There, right next to the phone number, is the name of a man who’s been a thorn in my side since I met Serena—Emilio Manuel Alejandro.

“Fuck me!”

“What do you think he has to do with Harrison?”

“I don’t know. But his number was at Harrison’s place, which means something, doesn’t it?” I ask, glancing up at him from the laptop screen.

Is it possible Emilio had something to do with my father’s death? But why? I need answers, and he’s going to give them to me.

I shove the laptop back at Stanford, saying, “You did good. I need to go talk to him.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“No,” I growl, turning back to him. “I need to do this on my own. This is betweenhimandme.”

Stanford pauses and nods. He knows I mean every word. We’re talking about Serena’s dad having a hand in the murder of my father.

This shit just got real.

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Standing on the porch of Serena’s house, my finger pauses on the doorbell, hoping like hell that Serena is not home. She doesn’t need to witness what I need to say to Emilio, plus I don’t want to see her right now. If I do, I’ll fail at what I’m here for.

So I press the doorbell and pray she’s not home.

The wide white door opens, and I find Clara, their housekeeper, standing there.

She smiles. “Hello, Mr. Harley. How are you?”

I give her a warm smile and reply, “Hello, Clara, and how are you?”

“Oh, you know. My hip is still sore, but what can you do? It comes with old age.” She invites me in, and I follow her into the house, my eyes focusing on the hallway that leads to Serena’s room.

My heart is racing but not just because of Emilio. It’s because I might catch a glimpse of Serena, and I don’t want her around when I question her father.

“Miss Serena isn’t here. She went to work.”

Surprised, I ask, “She’s working? Where?”

She smiles. “Oh, Mr. Harley, it’s been a while. She’s working at a publishing company.”

“She is?”Since when did she want to work in publishing?I don’t think about it too much because I’m not here to catch up on Serena’s life. I’m here for her old man.

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