Page 8 of The Sins Of The Biker

I can’t believe it.

I can’t believe what I just heard.

This is not my father.

This is not like him.

Where did all this come from?

He’s never mentioned dating Luca in the past, so why now?

My heart shatters, and I rush to my room, curling up in bed and sobbing into my pillow, trying to muffle my cries.

My phone buzzes, and I ignore it. I can’t talk to anyone right now. I’m too broken and need to be alone with my thoughts.

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The knocking at my window startles me awake. I didn’t even realize I had dozed off. I shed tears until I drifted off to sleep.

There it goes again, the knocking.

I have no light, so I move near the lamp, turn it on, and then check out my room.

On the other side of the window is Harley, looking worried as hell. His hair is a mess, probably from wearing his helmet on the ride over here, and he seems tired from where I’m sitting. Standing, I walk toward my window, unlock and then lift it.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

He tells me to get out of the way, jumps through the window, and stands. I take in all of him—light ripped jeans hang on his waist in that sexy way, a tight white T-shirt shows the outline of his abs, and his motorcycle club cut is worn proudly over his taut shoulders.

He’s got a bit of scruff on his face, and his eyes are darker than usual—the way they get when he’s anxious or tired. I’d say he’s probably both.

Glancing at the time on my side table, it’s two in the morning.

“You all right? Did something happen?” Harley asks, grasping my face in his warm hands.

Shaking my head, I reply, “No, nothing. Sorry, I fell asleep.”

He studies me, his eyes moving from mine to my lips and back to my eyes. “You seem like you’ve been crying.”

He sees right through me.

This man knows me like the back of his hand, so I plaster a smile on my face.

“Nah, I’m good. I just got tired and dozed off.”

He pecks me on the nose. “You sure you’re not hiding something?”

How does he do that?

“I’m sure. Now stop being an overly dramatic boyfriend,” I say, giggling.

“What did you just refer to me as?” Harley says in a husky voice.

His hands travel around my back, where he pinches my ass cheeks.

Giggling, Harley instantly clamps his hand over my mouth.

“Shh… don’t wake up your dad. How are we going to explain me being here? He already hates me. Don’t give him another excuse.”

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