Page 52 of The Bikers Redemption

Blackness surrounds me once again.

Chapter Thirteen

SERENA

It’s been six full days that Harley has been in a coma.

They operated on him to stop the bleeding and were able to give him a blood transfusion. The doctors have said it’s all up to him now if he lives. He’s been through a lot, and my heart aches at the image of him lying there in the hospital bed, looking pale and motionless.

I’m so glad Wave didn’t listen to him when he decided to leave to have time to think—I guess that’s why he’s the VP. He let Harley go but decided at the last minute that he, Snake, and Curly would follow him to ensure he was safe.

They arrived just in time to see two black cars speeding away while Harley’s motorbike sat in the middle of the road. Wave knew they couldn’t take down whoever was in the cars on their own, so he followed the cars at a distance, leading them to an abandoned building in the middle of nowhere. As soon as Wave saw how many men jumped out of the vehicles, he knew he needed the others, so he made a call, giving directions to where they were.

Tom didn’t tell me too much, only that he had to leave quickly. I knew something was up, and it had to do with Harley, but they wouldn’t say anything other than, “Lock the door after we leave.”

Liv and I wanted an explanation, and I begged them to tell me if Harley was okay, but they wouldn’t budge. They treated me like a child who had to do as they said. I had no option but to wait. I can’t even count the number of times I tried to call Harley. When he didn’t answer, that only added to my suspicions that something had happened to him.

Later that night—more like the early morning hours—Tom finally called me and said Harley had been taken to the hospital. He couldn’t tell me if he was okay, and when I demanded to know the truth, he had said I had better get over there quickly.

Liv drove me to St. Mary’s Church. I was hysterical and knew Luca had something to do with Harley getting hurt, but I didn’t know the full story.

Once I arrived at the hospital, they were already operating on him. I had cried into Tom’s arms at the thought I could lose Harley for good and never get to tell him I loved him. This couldn’t be happening. Not now when we had finally found each other again.

Tom confirmed it was Luca who had tortured Harley, but he said when they got to the abandoned building, they had killed everyone, but Luca was nowhere to be found. It seems he had gotten away before the boys could get to him. So now he’s out there somewhere and most likely has left the country.

The surgery had gone well, but the doctors couldn’t tell me if he would make it, so I haven’t left his side for the last six days. I left the hospital only to quickly shower and have a bite to eat, but I was never gone for more than a couple of hours.

Carolina, Harley’s mom, also hasn’t left his side. We’ve taken turns watching over him.

“Harley,” I whisper, please come back to me. “Wake up.”

My hand rests in his, and I wait for any sign that he can hear me. “If you can hear me, please squeeze my hand.”

There’s no response, so I cry and lay my head on his lap with his hand still clutched in mine.

***

I wake to the feeling of my hand being squeezed.

My eyes flutter open, and Harley’s looking down at me.

He pulls his mask off with his hand and tries to talk to me.

“Shush,” I say, leaning down and kissing his forehead, tears running down my face. “I’m going to get the nurse. Please be still… you’ve been through a lot.”

I turn and race out of the room, finding the nurse at her station. “He’s awake,” I cry. “He’s awake.”

The nurse quickly walks around the desk and follows me back to the room. On the way, I catch Carolina with two coffees, and she rushes to me. “What’s happened? Is Harley okay?”

Smiling at her, I say, “He’s awake. Come quickly.”

She throws the two coffees in the nearby bin and rushes with us to Harley’s room.

When we enter, we find him trying to remove the tubes from his arm.

“Now, Mr. Santana, please keep still. You have a lot of stitches, and you’re going to rip them open if you don’t keep still.”

When Carolina sees him, she runs forward. “Harley, my son, you’re awake,” she cries, clutches his face in her hands, and kisses his cheek before she smiles down at him.

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