Page 47 of The Bikers Redemption

We lie there in silence, our words not able to escape us.

We’re both breathing heavily from our lovemaking, and I can’t help but smile. This feeling is familiar and feels so right, like this is where I’m meant to be—here with Harley, feeling loved.

He turns to me, placing a kiss on my shoulder. “You’re so beautiful, Serena. God, I’ve missed you.”

Turning to him, my heart melts at the sincerity I see staring back at me. I want to tell him the truth about my father and what I know about Luca, but it’s just so damn hard, and I don’t want to ruin this moment.

Harley’s about to kiss me when his cell rings. He pecks my lips, saying, “Hold that thought.”

Smiling back at him, my eyes focus on his toned back and protruding muscles. He stands, fully naked, and my mouth goes dry at the sight of him. His chiseled, cute butt and thick, toned thighs make me want to lick him all over.

Harley searches his jeans pockets and frowns when he sees the screen.

“Who is it?” I ask.

He shrugs. “Not sure.” Hitting the accept button, he says, “Yup.”

Chapter Twelve

HARLEY

“Yup.”

The phone is silent. “Who the fuck is this?”

A “tsk-tsk” sound comes through the speaker.

“You have something that is mine.”

My body stills and my hand squeezes my phone so tight that I don’t know why it doesn’t break.

It’s him.Luca Clemente.

“She was never yours,” I growl out the words through the phone, my eyes focusing on Serena. At this moment, I can’t help but notice how beautiful she looks after being fucked by me—her hair is messy, her skin is glowing, and her lips are swollen from our kisses.

Her eyes widen when she knows who I’m talking to.

“Well, what if I told you her father ordered the hit on your old man?”

I laugh out loud. “You think I’m gonna believe any of the bullshit coming out of your mouth?” I growl through the phone, knowing he’s trying to get to me.

Hearing his laugh only angers me more. “You’re a dead man, Clemente. If I were you, I’d watch your back because I’m coming for you.”

“Ask her yourself, Harley.” He stops, and there’s silence. Looking at Serena, she’s standing, quickly getting dressed, and packing her bag. I want to ask her what the fuck does she think she’s doing, but I have this fucker on the line.

“She’s nice and tight, isn’t she? And she’sminenow.”

“Fuck you,” I shout, ready to murder the fucker.

I end the call and throw it on the bed.

“What’s going on? Where are you going?”

She doesn’t stop putting her clothes back on, zips up her shorts, and then quickly throws her top back on. So I storm up and grab her by her arm, spinning her around.

“Where the fuck are you going, Serena?”

Tears fall down her face, and she sniffles as she adjusts her top. “I’m going back to Luca. He won’t stop until he has me back—”

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