Page 9 of The Bikers Redemption

She pulls back and walks around me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. “I thought you would be happy. I thought you’d be happy that I came for you.”

She turns to face me. Her hands drop to her sides.

“Yeah, maybe a couple of years ago, but Harley, I can’t just up and leave with you. Luca deserves better than that. Plus, I care a lot about him. I should be there waiting for him back at the hotel. He will be devastated over his father’s death, and what will he think when he returns and I’m not there? He’s going to need me.”

“That’s enough!” I growl. “Ineedyou.” The mention ofhisname on her lips makes me want to punch my fists through the wall.

“Harley,” she says, her voice sounding sincere. “Let me go back to the hotel. Let me see Luca and make sure he’s okay, then I’ll come back.”

Shaking my head, I reply, “No… I can’t do that. He willneverlet you go. How could he? He’d be crazy if he did.” Shaking my head again, I say, “No, you’re with me now. Your husband, however, needs to pay for his father’s sins, and Iwillsee that he does.”

She frowns. “What do you mean? What sins?” she asks, stepping closer again. “Harley?”

With Luca’s father now dead, it leaves Luca as the head of the cartel, and I have plans for Luca that involve him being six feet under.

When my old man died, I promised the club and myself that I would take Clemente down, and his son along with him. And that’s a promise I’mnotwilling to break.

“Harley,” she calls, bringing me out of my thoughts. “If you care about me, you willnothurt Luca. He was there for me when you weren’t.”

Those words hit me in the pit of my stomach. The thought that Luca was there for her when I wasn’t makes me damn near crazy.

“Serena, I’m going to leave you to settle in. Tomorrow, we leave for Houston.”

“But, Harley—”

“No!” I growl. “I won’t hearhisname again. Got it?”

Her lip quivers, and I know she’s on the verge of crying again. Seeing her like this breaks is troubling, but I can’t stand to hear how Luca is the man she needed when I wasn’t. I just can’t. So, I leave the room. I have to talk to my men, and right now, we’re both tired and need some rest.

My woman will come around.

She will, I know it.

Closing the door, I head downstairs, finding my brothers sitting on the couch. Well, just a few of them. Most of them are back in Houston in lockdown with their families.

It was a precaution we had to take. If the cartel finds out it was us who killed Javier Clemente, the drug lord king, then there will be a war on our hands. We took precautions, but it’s only a matter of time before they conduct an autopsy and find out he was poisoned, and when they do, they will ask questions about the catering that day. Not that anyone recognized us, but you can never be sure.

“Any news on the streets?” I ask.

They all shake their heads.

“No, it seems no one is asking questions at the moment. We’re all good,” Snake states.

“Good,” I reply.

Sitting on the couch, Wave walks over with a beer, hands it over, and sits beside me with his own.

“What’s up, Prez? What’s Serena doing here?”

Sighing, I look behind us at the stairs where she’s settled.

He continues, “What a fuckin’ circus! Did you know she was marrying Luca? I mean, how did this happen?”

“I don’t know. Have no clue, and to be honest, I don’t want to know. I’m getting her as far away fromhimas I can.”

Wave taps me on the shoulder. “I hear you, brother. Do you think she was forced into marrying him?”

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