Page 24 of The Bikers Redemption

A lot has changed since I became president. I had much learning to do, and it took a bit for my men to trust me to know what’s best for the club. But trust in me, they did. They accepted my title from day one and helped me become the best president possible. I hope my old man is proud and looking down on me saying,‘My boy’s done well.’

Since taking over the club, I’ve recruited another four men—Crusher, Pretty Boy, Sniper, and Billy Bob.

Crusher and Sniper are full-cut club members now, but Billy Bob and Pretty Boy are prospects. They’re still proving to me they’re worthy to wear the patch on their cut.

Crusher is a good man, rough as fuck with a buzz cut, black eyes, and three feet wide.

Pretty Boy, well, you can probably guess why he’s got that name. He is a pretty boy. I’ve never seen a man take as much care of his appearance as him. His short beard is trimmed perfectly, and I also think he puts some shit in it to keep it clean and shiny. He has hazel eyes and short hair, but it drapes over his forehead. Crusher brought him into the clubhouse, having grown up together. Crusher said he would vouch for him, and I was only happy to have him.

Besides his good looks and women flocking to him, he’s a great knife man who has proven his worth on more than one occasion. I’m still thinking about whether he’s ready to be patched in, but I’m sure it won’t be long now.

Sniper is a short, muscular man who has long black hair and blue eyes. He’s an ex-marital arts instructor and knows his moves. He’s come in handy a few times, and some nights, I find the boys taking lessons from him.

Billy Bob, his name is Billy, but Billy Bob sounds better, and he hates that nickname, which is why we use it. He’s a redneck through and through with bleach-white skin, blond hair, and always chewing tobacco. I hate that shit—fuck, just smoke. Chewing on the stuff never made sense to me. Surely, that can’t be good for your teeth.

Right now, they’re all back at the clubhouse, keeping a watch out. I prepared us, knowing we were going to murder the head of the cartel, which meant we needed to be protected, including the women and children. So, I ordered the club to go into lockdown until we knew we were in the clear.

If Serena hadn’t run away, we would now be returning to Houston and our club. However, once again, my plans need to change.

After we killed Javier, by poisoning him, the plan was to then take out his son, Luca, that night in his wedding bed, followed by us immediately heading back to the clubhouse.

Well, that shit didn’t happen because when my eyes landed on Serena and saw Luca’s arm around her—well, he’s lucky I didn’t get my pistol and shoot him then and there. My plans changed right away. The only thing is, my men didn’t know it. As far as they knew, I was heading to the hotel room to kill Luca, but I returned with Serena and a whole different plan.

I’m yet to figure out our next move. Now that she’s back with him, I need to think about how I’ll get her back, and when I do, I’ll have to keep an eye on her twenty-four-seven. Even if I need to chain her the fuck up, she won’t be leaving my side again.

Storming out of the kitchen, I head upstairs to the room we slept in last night. Her scent still lingers, and I sit on the edge of the bed, trying hard to stop myself from smashing something against the damn wall. I can’t go back to the clubhouse, not yet, not until I have her with me. I just need to think of a plan. Hopefully, with Curly heading out to watch the house, he can come back with information on the surveillance they have set up there.

A knock sounds at the door. “Come in.”

Wave walks through, closing the door behind him, his face concerned. “Prez.”

“Don’t say it, brother,” I reply, narrowing my eyes at him.

“Well, you’re going to hear this. If I don’t say it, no one will, and I’m older and wiser than you.”

“Is that so?”

“It is.”

“Now, a way to a woman’s heart is not kidnapping and forcing her to be with you.”

I smirk. “What the fuck do you know about women? Your ass hasn’t been in a serious relationship since I can remember.”

His eyes lock on mine, and they’re filled with something I can’t make out. Loss? Pain? Heartache? I can’t put it together, but there’s something he’s not telling me.

“You don’t have to worry your little mind about that.”

“Little?” I ask, raising my brows.

“Yeah,” he replies with a smile.

Wave grabs the wooden chair from the corner, lifts it, places it on the floor in front of me, straddles it, and rests his forearms on the back of the chair.

Sighing, I prepare myself for what’s to come.

“Look, I know you love her and want her.”

“I do.”

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