Page 34 of The Bikers Redemption

Glancing around the room, I go to the bedroom door, put my ear up against it, and listen for any movement outside.

Convinced that no one is approaching, I make my way to the bed, unfold the piece of paper, and take a seat.

I, Emilio Alejandro, hereby agree that my daughter, Serena Alejandro, be sold to the Clemente family in the amount of one million dollars in payment of my debt.

This form of agreement is for the consent of marriage to Luca Clemente.

She is of pure Portuguese heritage, and I will do everything in my power to ensure she marries Luca Clemente.

If she does not agree, I authorize the Clemente family to do as they see fit to ensure she is married to Luca Clemente within a year.

Signed

Emilio Alejandro

Father of Serena Alejandro

My heart sinks, and I feel the air leave me. My eyes fill with tears, I take a deep breath, and read it for the second time. The words ‘one million dollars’ come into focus, and it hurts like hell to think that he sold me for one million dollars to cover his debt.

All this time, I was used as a pawn between the Clemente family and my father for a debtheowed.

The thing that hurts the most is that my dad used me, and they accepted it because of my heritage. Why? So our children can keep the Clemente name going?

I thought that Luca loved me, yet all this time, he was using me for a wife who could bear him children because I fit acertain criteria.

What is happening here?

Why was I so blind?

I gave up my love for Harley for Luca because I thought we had a bright future together.

But I have been deceived.

I feel sick thinking about it.

My fingers travel over my father’s signature.

I want to question Luca, yell at him, and ask why he lied to me. But most of all, I want to ask my father how he could do this to me. He chose money overmy future.

Was it all a lie when Luca came to Mexico and said he was there on business? Was it all planned? Was loving me a lie too?

My head is spinning, and I don’t even hear the sound of the door opening when a male voice says,

“So… what do you think?”

Looking up from the letter, I find Luca by the doorway, his arm resting on the inside of the frame as he stands there in a black and white suit and a black bow tie. His blond hair is brushed nicely and off his forehead. His gold watch screams expensive, and his smile is warm. You wouldn’t think he was the same man as last night.

“You know,” he says, kicking himself off the wall and making his way toward me. I stand and quickly hold the paper behind my back, still not feeling safe around him. “Our fathers sure knew how to pick a match, didn’t they?”

I frown. What is he talking about?

He smirks. When he reaches me, he pulls on my arm and snatches the paper out of my hand.

“I see you found the agreement. That’s right, Serena,” he says, running his knuckles down my cheek. “You were sold to pay off your father’s debt.”

Suddenly, the room is spinning, and my mouth goes dry.

I drop to sit on the bed and shut my eyes, trying to steady myself.

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