Page 23 of The Bikers Redemption

I’m standing next to a tree at the safe house, kicking the fuck out of it. Wave is yelling at me, telling me I need to calm the fuck down. If I could calm the fuck down, then I would.

I’ve lost Serena again, something I promised myself I would never do. Those fucking idiots! Too busy being fucking nosey bastards instead of keeping an eye on her.

When Wave and I returned to the house after we sorted shit out, I asked where Serena was. Tom and Curly said she was there a minute ago and that maybe she went to the bathroom.

Serena outsmarted them.

She left while I was at the house under my protection. Now she’s back with that fucker of a husband, and I can’t do anything about it. I was willing to take a shot for her if it meant I could get her back, but we weren’t prepared for what was waiting for us. Men surrounded the mansion with shotguns, and even though it kills me to think about it, I had to let her go. It’s one thing not to care if they shoot me, but another to jeopardize my brothers’ lives.

“I don’t give a fuck. I fuckin’ need to hit something.”

Wave holds me back from kicking the tree trunk again.

We rode back to the safe house, and I practically jumped off my bike with the need to hit something. The tree was the first thing I saw, and I have been at it for a few minutes now.

“Wave is right… kicking this tree ain’t gonna help,” Snake says.

“I should kick your stupid ass for letting her slip away.”

“Prez, I already said I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well, sorry ain’t gonna do shit.”

I come to a stop and catch my breath, hands on my hips, staring at the grass. Until Serena is with me, I can’t leave for Houston. Without a plan, I’m lost.

Storming up to the front of the house, I open the door, my men following behind. For now, this is where church will be held until we get back home. My boys take a seat, and all eyes are on me.

My fisted hands lay on the table as I look at my men individually. The image of Luca’s hand on my woman is driving me crazy. She’smineand onlymine, and I want to cut his arms off for touching what belongs to me.

I’ve got to get her back, and that’s all there is to it.

“Snake, I need you to check in on the clubhouse to see if anything’s gone down there.”

“Sure, Prez.”

“Curly, I want you on the lookout, watching Serena at the mansion, getting intel on how many men with guns are there, and taking note of where and how many cameras are around.”

“Prez, Curly’s a fat fucker. Maybe I should handle that.”

I glare at Snake. Today is not the day to be questioning my orders.Does this fucker have a death wish or something?

“Are you questioning my orders, Snake?” I ask, grinding my jaw, just waiting for him to talk back to me.I want him to talk back to me.I need a reason to hit someone, and Snake might just be that someone.

“Sorry, Prez, meant no disrespect.”

Wave butts in, “Prez, I know you’re pissed right now because Serena got away, but we need to think clearly about this. We’re outnumbered. You saw how many men were there. Shit, we don’t even have enough ammo to take them down. Let’s go back to Houston, plan this right, and come back with more men. Plus, we don’t know what Luca has in that mansion. He could have deadly weapons we’re not ready for.”

“Fuck!” I roar, standing and kicking the chair over. He’s right, I know Wave is right, but fuck! I just want Serena back with me, where she belongs. The look she gave me behind that fence proved she still loves me. What she’s doing is feeling guilty because she’s married, and that’s why she’s gone back to Luca. She can tell me she loves him, but I know what it felt like when she kissed me.

That kiss was real.

Her touch was real.

No, she still loves me.

I have to make her see that even though she’s married, she doesn’t have to live her life with him because of that damn ring on her finger. What was done can be undone.

Tom stands to face me. I know he wants to talk, but right now, I need to be alone. I’m not good company, and if I stay here any longer with my men, I’m gonna say things I’ll regret or hurt one of them. Although they deserve it for not watching over Serena, I can’t take my anger out on them.

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