Page 38 of The Bikers Redemption

“It’s Serena…” he says, catching his breath. “I saw her get on a bus to Houston.”

I storm toward him. “What did you say?”

He straightens, his hands on his hips. “I said she got on a bus to Houston.”

“When?” I growl.

“About twenty minutes ago. I got here as fast as I could.”

I grasp him by his cut. “You sure it was her, brother?”

He nods. “I’m positive.”

“Did she have that fucker husband of hers with her?”

“No, Prez. It was weird. I was looking over at the house, just watching every move like you told me to, when I saw a black BMW speed away. When she passed me, I knew it was her in the driver’s seat. So, I followed the car, watched her get out, and she parked it a few blocks from the station. She bought a ticket and jumped on the bus. When it left, I asked the man where the bus was heading, and he said Houston.”

Releasing my hold, I state, “Fuck! There goes that plan. Quick, round up the boys. We’re going home.”

Curly smiles. “About fuckin’ time. I hate New York.”

I smile back. “You and me both, brother.”

He turns and leaves the room, and I quickly undress and get back into my clothes.

Why is she going to Houston?

Chapter Eleven

SERENA

The bus comes to a halt, waking me up, and I look out the window. It’s dark now, and according to my watch, it’s one o’clock in the morning.

“Toilet stop,” the bus driver yells out, and I contemplate getting off the bus. I want to call Liv and tell her I’m on my way, but something holds me back. What if she tells Harley I’m coming? I know if I told her not to, she wouldn’t, but after what I learned tonight, I don’t know who to trust.

Right now, I don’t need him telling me he was right and that Luca is an asshole, even if he’s right. Boy, was I blindsided. I really thought he cared about me. As for my father, my mind can’t even go there. He is definitely going to get a talking to, but right now, I need to be somewhere safe with a friend, and the only one I know who will make me feel that way is Liv.

After our wedding, her plans were to head back to Houston with Rachel. Now, I just hope she’s home.

I decide to bite the bullet and get off the bus. Finding a pay phone at the gas station, I call Liv. I have my cell, but I’ve switched it off. I don’t want to risk any chances of Luca finding me.

Grabbing a few quarters, I dial Liv’s number. She picks up on the third ring.

“Hello.”

“Hey, Liv?”

“Serena, is that you?”

“Yes it is.”

“How are you? How are things with Luca?” she asks, excitement in her voice.

I squeeze my eyes, not knowing where to start. My life is upside down, and I can’t believe I’m in this situation. I sniffle. She has no idea what a whirlwind I’ve been in since my wedding night.

“Serena, are you okay?”

Wiping my tears, I continue, “Not really, Liv. Can I come and stay with you for a bit?”

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