Page 4 of The Bikers Redemption

Three years ago, he was out for revenge on the man who killed his father. Could Javier have had anything to do with that?

‘‘Start packing your belongings. You’re coming with me,” he orders.

Shocked and confused, I ask, “What do you mean I’m coming with you? I don’t think so.”

He leans down and grabs my bag from the floor, pulling out my jeans and a sweater and throwing them on the bed. “Here, put these on. I can’t have you walking out of here like that.”

His eyes travel down the length of me, then back up. “And put on some underwear.”

“You must be crazy if you think I’m going anywhere with you.” I huff. “Are you forgetting that I’m married?” I ask, lifting my hand to him, showing off my wedding ring.

He steps closer. Gripping the back of my neck, he brushes his lips to mine.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that because you don’t belong to anyone else but me.” He licks his bottom lip.

“You may be wearing a ring, but that means shit to me. I will make you mine once again and ensure you forget that asshole, Luca. You chose the wrong man.”

That’s the second time I’ve heard him say that. How could it have been a choice? He wasn’t around. He left me, not the other way around.

His lips smash down to mine, and before I can protest, he’s pulling away, releasing his hold on me while panting as if he’s run a marathon, proving that it’s taking everything in his power to hold back from taking what he wants.

“Now get dressed, or else I’ll do it for you.”

“Luca is on his way. He won’t let you do this. Do you know what family he comes from?”

He pauses and smirks, rubbing his bottom lip with his thumb. “Do you know what family I come from?”

“What’s happened to you, Harley? Where did the boy I fell in love with go, who cared about people and did his best to make them happy?”

“Didn’t you hear, baby?” he answers, stepping closer again. “That boy’s dead and replaced by this man,” he explains, pointing to his chest. “Now, don’t make me tell you again.Get… dressed.”

Glaring at him in shock at his demand, I don’t move. I willnotgo with him. Ican’tgo with him.

“That’s it,” he says, throwing me on the bed. “You asked for it.”

He straddles my hips, and once again, I’m underneath him. I don’t fight to break out of his hold this time. I know there’s no use, but I do say,“Let me go…”

“Never,” he growls, lifting my negligee’s hem, and I hear a loud rip as he tears it open. His eyes dilate when he sees me fully naked, and I know he’s close to losing control.

“What’s wrong, Harley? You don’t find me as attractive as you used to?”

His chest rises with each breath. And just when I thought he’d have his way with me, he grabs my sweater and forces it over my head, pulling my arms through the sleeves. Then he grabs my jeans and stands, gripping my legs to put them on.

“Stop! I can do it.” I cry, then he pauses and looks down at me.

“Then do it because either way, you’re coming with me. So, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

His phone rings, and he immediately retrieves it from his jeans pocket.

“Talk to me,” he says, and I stand, pulling on my jeans and zipping them up. Looking over at Harley, I notice his eyes are focused on me.

“No, not tonight. We’ll take care of it soon,” he says to the other person on the phone.

Take care of it soon.

What does that mean?

“Right, no, I have her, and I’m bringing her with me.” There is a small silence, and then he says, “Because I said so, that’s why. Wait out front. We’re coming down now.”

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