Page 37 of The Bikers Redemption

“Oh, um… yes, he is. He hasn’t left yet.” I shrug. “He said something about having to finish some business in New York.”

He folds his arms. “But haven’t you got the ball tonight, Mrs. Clemente?”

He reaches for his cell and goes to dial a number.

“What are you doing?” I ask, stopping him midway by placing my hand on his arm.

“Calling Mr. Clemente.”

Feeling nervous, I ask, “And why are you doing that?”

“Let’s just say he wants me watching over you.”

“You don’t have to call him. He knows where I’m going.”

“He does?” he asks with raised brows.

“Of course he does, silly. He is my husband. Sebastian, are you accusing me of lying to my husband?”

His face reddens. “No, of course not. Like I said, he wants me watching over you.”

“Okay,” I say, taking a step closer to him. “You’ve watched me. Now I’m going.”

“Mrs. Clemente, I would feel better if I—”

“No. You have disrespected me enough tonight. Now I’m going to see my father. Do what the hell you want.”

I briskly walk toward the BMW and look over my shoulder at him, thankful he’s not on his phone yet. I unlock the door, sit behind the wheel, start it up, and drive like hell down the driveway.

When I reach the security gate, Stan comes forward and smiles when he notices me. “Are you going out, Mrs. Clemente?”

“Yes, I am,” I reply with a smile. “I won’t be long, Stan, just going to see my father.”

He smiles back. “Of course, enjoy your night.”

As Stan heads back to his station, I grip the steering wheel too tightly and observe him opening the gate with a button. I attempt to relax and inhale deeply before hitting the gas pedal and racing away from the house.

Before I can take the bus to Houston, I will have to ditch the car because I’m convinced Luca has put a tracker on it, and I can’t risk being discovered. I have to get away from here as far as I can.

Parking the car two blocks from the bus station, I lock it and start walking, knowing a bus leaves for Houston in ten minutes.

When I arrive, I pay by cash for a ticket, and as soon as the bus comes into view, I jump on and take a seat at the back, praying I’ve gotten away safely.

Chapter Ten

HARLEY

“Prez, you’re not going to believe it.”

Adjusting the white shirt I’m wearing as a waiter’s costume, I stop when Curly comes barging into my room.

“Fuck, Curly, I can’t get this fuckin’ tie on straight.”

Curly looks at me through the bedroom mirror, and I find him trying to catch his breath—the man really needs to get into shape.

Turning around to face him, I give up on the tie and let it hang.

“Well, Curly, spit it out.”

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