Page 1 of The Bikers Redemption

Prologue

Running my fingers through my hair, I decide to leave it to air-dry rather than use the hair dryer, knowing how Luca loves my natural waves. Grabbing the champagne glass, I swallow the remaining bubbles, then hang the used towels on the back of the door before opening it to head back into my room.

It’s dark outside now, and just as I place my empty champagne glass on the side table to switch on the lamp, I scream because there, sitting on the edge of the bed, is a man I can’t make out. The room is so dark, but I can see his silhouette.

“Hello, Serena. It’s been a while.”

Chapter One

SERENA

Is it?

Could it really be?

Shaking, I ask, “What the hell are you doing here, Harley? Are you crazy?” I shout, stepping closer to him. He stands, and when he does, he’s only inches away. That was a big mistake because his familiar scent of cologne, cigarettes, and leather hit my senses, and I immediately become weak in the knees.

My body ignites in recognition, and I instantly feel the familiar burn between my thighs.

It is Harley, but he’s different. He is not the boy I knew three years ago. This Harley is larger than life. He’s taller, wider, and his face is harder with a five-o’clock shadow. This man is sexier than ever, if that’s at all possible.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, Serena.”

“What?” I asked, confused.

“You’re trying to hide your body from me, but there’s no use. I’ve seen every inch.”

His voice is low and husky, and I don’t recognize it.

He steps closer, his heat seeping into mine.

“Even now, your body is responding to me,” Harley whispers, his hand cupping my cheek. He’s so damn cocky like he knows exactly how my body works. Well, he may be right. Even so, he lost that right years ago when he decided he didn’t want me.

I need to get myself out of this situation and think fast.

My phone,that’s it. It’s in the bathroom. I need to get to it.

Pulling away from his touch, I turn and run toward the en suite, knowing that once I’m in there, I can lock the door and call for help. My imagination was right. It was Harley I saw in the marquee when I was dancing. Did he have anything to do with Javier’s death?

Just as I’m about to reach the door, he grabs me from behind and lifts me, bridal style. I kick, scream, and try to scratch his eyes out, but instead, I scratch his cheek.

I’m panting angrily. How dare he come here. How dare he come into my room on my wedding night and think that the past doesn’t matter.

After all these years, he chose this special day to finally show his face to me.

Harley throws me on the bed, and I scurry into a seated position, trying desperately to pull my negligee back down. Smirking, he brings his finger up to his cheek, where I ripped his skin with my nails, causing a streak of blood to appear on his sun-kissed face.

He licks the blood off his finger before sucking it into his mouth, his gaze shifting from my legs to my breasts that spill from my negligee.

With a pop, he withdraws his finger and sneaks his tongue out to lick his lips.

“You made me bleed, Serena. Same old wildcat,” he teases, moving closer to the bed like a predator stalking its prey. “Although I wonder…” he says with a smirk, “… if this wild cat still scratches her lover’s back when she comes…hard!”

Oh my God, my cheeks flush at the memory of Harley and me having sex. Those intimate times when he was on top of me, making me scream and scratch when he brought me to orgasm.

But that was the Harley I used to know.

The older, crazy, gorgeous man standing before me now is no longer that boy. He’s a man who I would hate to be on the wrong side of. He has a scar above his left eyebrow that wasn’t there before, and I can make out a tattoo on his right arm that starts at his wrist and ends at his neck. His biceps are so big that his shirt may tear if he strains them.

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