Page 41 of The Sins Of The Biker

It’s his son’s wedding today, and what better place than to seek my revenge by killing Javier Clemente and his beloved son, Luca.

I want to take away someone special to him, just like he took someone special away from me. My plan is to kill Clemente at the hotel in New York where the wedding reception is being held. Stanford, Wave, Curly, Snake, and I are going undercover dressed as servers.

At first, the plan was to kill every motherfucker who gets in our way until we killed the man himself, but then Wave explained that if we wanted to get out of there alive, then we needed to take him out discreetly.

That’s when Wave came up with a plan to drug his drink with a deadly dose so he could die quickly and without giving us away. The plan is to spike his drink and leave as soon as possible thereafter. However, I have another plan. Once Javier Clemente is dead, I will head to the hotel room and wait for Luca and his new bride. Once they enter, I will kill Luca while he’s fucking his new wife.

I don’t even know who his wife-to-be is, nor do I care. I don’t need to know who she is in order to kill her soon-to-be husband. The less I know, the better.

I only have one goal—kill Javier Clemente, followed by his son.

There’s no way I’m letting Clemente’s family grow. I want to kill every motherfucker who is next in line to the Clemente throne.

“Everything ready to go?” I ask my men, who are all standing around the bar. These men have shown their commitment to me and this club. I never thought I would be in this position at my age. But in the last three years, my men have had my back in more ways than one.

I may have done a few stupid things, like getting into fights, drinking too much, and fucking a lot of women to get Serena out of my head, but none of it ever worked. Even after all this time, the thought of her makes my heart ache, and I can do nothing to rid myself of the tormented pain I suffer daily.

The first year was the hardest. She called me several times, and I was tempted to answer, but I resisted. I knew it wasn’t time.

Serena tracked me down at the clubhouse, but I didn’t have the guts to talk to her. I wasn’t ready to be the man she deserved, and I’m hoping after today, with my revenge complete, I can find and beg her to take me back.

If not, that’s a whole other story, but I’m doing all I can to make her mine again since being without her is like existing without a purpose.

“Absolutely, Prez. Everything’s in place at the hotel.”

“Good,” I reply. “We need to make sure nothing goes wrong tonight. If something does, it’s game over. No matter what, we must stick to our plan.”

Eyeing Snake, I ask, “You got the clothes?”

“Yeah, right here, Prez,” he replies, opening the van we swiped from the catering place and handing out our uniforms.

I take mine, then turn to Stanford. “What about our earpieces?”

“Prez, all done! Got ‘em here.” He then turns to the van, grabs a box, and opens it up. “They’re all connected.”

“Good. Curly, you got the poison?”

“Yeah, Prez.” He removes a plastic pouch from his pocket with the poison safely stored inside.

“Guns?” I ask Wave.

“All packed in the van.”

“All right, brothers, this is it. No matter what happens, I’m saying… thanks.”

“No thanks needed, Prez. We’re doing this for our club,” Stanford replies.

“I don’t know what I’d have done without you men. You’re my family, so if anything goes wrong tonight, I won’t be able to forgive myself. Just follow the plan, and we should be right. Remember, if shit goes down, don’t be a hero. Get the fuck out of there as soon as it’s safe.”

Reaching out my hand, I demand, “Curly, hand over the poison.”

“But we agreed I would do it,” Wave says.

Shaking my head, I reply, “I told you I wasn’t sold on that.”

Wave steps forward. “Prez, we can’t risk it. He might recognize you. It has to be me.”

“Wave,” I growl, glaring at him. “I need to be the one to do this.”

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