Page 50 of The Sins Of The Biker

Could it be Harley had something to do with his death?

I wanted to tell Luca but couldn’t bring myself to say anything. I couldn’t prove it was him, but it makes sense if it was. Why else would he be at my wedding?

What is this all about?

Did he know I was marrying Luca?

Did he come to kill Luca too?

My head is spinning, and I tell myself to calm down, but I won’t be able to until I understand whatever the hell is going on. Somehow, I will find out. I just can’t say anything to Luca until I’m one hundred percent sure.

The elevator finally arrives at level forty-eight, and once it opens, I make my way to room zero-one, which is right at the end of the hallway in the corner. Sliding the key through the security door, it pings, and I push and enter, admiring the room as the twinkling lights from the city cascade through the panoramic windows that run along the entire room.

The carpet is lush, white, and fluffy. A large black couch faces the windows, with an entertainment screen in the corner. To the left is a kaleidoscope that gives you a beautiful bird’s-eye view of the city. There’s a sliding door leading out to the balcony, and I picture Luca and I sitting out here enjoying a glass of wine. Turning, I make my way to the main bedroom and find red rose petals shaped like a heart on top of what looks like a mega king-size bed. There are chocolates, a fruit platter, and champagne on the table by the window with two seats looking out onto the magnificent view.

My heart feels heavy when I think about how this was supposed to be the happiest night of our lives for Luca and me. We would have made love, eaten, and I would have sat on his lap outside as I fed him some strawberries and chocolate. Instead, I’m alone on my wedding night, and my husband is most likely at the morgue with his dead father.

Taking the champagne out of the ice bucket, I grab the corkscrew that lies beside the bucket and open it with a pop.

The champagne spills a little, and I pour myself a glass, drinking it in one gulp. The bubbles burn the back of my throat, and I quickly pour myself another, then sip it and make my way to the chair where my bags are placed. I put the glass on the side table, and quickly grab my phone out of my bag and check to see if Luca has tried to call. There are no missed calls, so I try to call him.

The phone rings, but there’s no answer, so I leave him a voice message. “Hi, honey, it’s just me checking in, hoping you’re okay. I’m in our hotel room. When you arrive, let the receptionist know. She will give you a room key. We’re on level forty-eight, in room zero-one.”

I stop for a second, feeling emotional, and try not to show it in my voice. “I love you, Luca, and I’m so sorry. Can’t wait till you get here so I can hold you.”

Sniffling, I end the call and then drop my phone to the bed. I decide I need a shower and wash all the hair products out of my hair that were used to style it in a high knot on top of my head with curled bits falling around my face.

Digging into my overnight bag, I find the lingerie I recently bought for our honeymoon that I had planned to wear for my new husband. There’s no reason to waste it, so I clutch it and enter the en suite, taking my champagne with me.

Placing my items on the bench, I glance at myself in the mirror for a moment. Some mascara has marked my face from crying, and my hair has become a little loose. My dress is beautiful. I remember trying it on for the first time with Rachel in the bridal store. When I saw it hanging on the hanger, I knew immediately it wasthe dress. My only regret was I didn’t get to wear it for long.

I run my hands down the smooth silk that hugs my curves, and my eyes land on the diamonds around my neck.

My father gave them to me this morning. They were my mother’s, and she wore them on her wedding day. They brought tears to my eyes when I opened the box, revealing the exquisite diamonds, knowing they were hers.

“Your mom would have wanted you to have these,” my dad had said as he clasped them around my neck and handed me the matching earrings.

They go perfectly with my dress.

When Rachel and Liv saw them, they both agreed how beautiful they were and reminded me I was wearing something old.

Liv had gifted me with something blue, a garter. And Rachel had gifted me a beautiful bracelet, representing something new.

Tracing my fingers around the bracelet now, I unclasp it and carefully remove my necklace and earrings.

Reaching behind my back, I unzip my dress low on my back and carefully let it fall past my waist. I step out of it, wearing only a white lace thong and the blue garter. I had chosen not to wear a bra as my dress had a low back, and nothing worked no matter which bra I tried on. But because my breasts are on the fuller side, I used breast tape to hold them together.

Slowly, I remove the sticky product from my breasts and sigh with relief once it’s all removed. I step out of my stilettos and remove my garter, placing it on the bench, thinking about how my husband should have done it.

My hands rise to my hair, and I remove the pins holding my style together, letting my hair drop around my shoulders. Then, hooking my thumbs into the side of my thong, I pull it down my body, step out of it, and make my way to the walk-in shower.

It’s a beautiful en suite, one I would have loved to share with Luca, but instead, I’m alone to wash myself. Turning on the faucet, the water cascades down in a waterfall, and I step into it, enjoying the warmth it brings, loosening my muscles.

I take a minute to enjoy the bliss, then reach for the branded shampoo and wash my hair, getting rid of all the hairspray and following with conditioner.

When I’m done washing it out, I lather my skin with the body wash, loving the smell of grapefruit that lingers in the air. Once I’m fully bathed, I turn off the water, reach for the towel hanging outside the shower, and cover myself. Walking out, I grab another towel to dry my hair and wipe the mirror, now fogged up with the steam from the hot water.

My phone rings, and I drop the towel and quickly answer it when I recognize that Luca is calling.

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