Page 7 of The Bikers Redemption

“Yup,” I reply. “For tonight, we’ll go to the safe house, then head back to Houston tomorrow till we figure out what’s next.”

“You can’t be serious. I’m not going anywhere with you,” Serena yells, and Wave looks at me, trying to hold back a laugh.

“Wave, tell him… this is ridiculous. I’m married and have a husband.”

I whip around to glare at her. “What did I tell you about mentioning Luca? I never want to hear that name or the word ‘husband’ from you again. You got me?”

“You’re being ridiculous.” She huffs, irritated.

Stepping closer, I reply. “Maybe, but I don’t care.”

She looks over at Wave. “Wave, please explain to him how crazy this is. You know what’s right, don’t you?”

He raises his palms out to her. “I don’t make the rules, darlin’. Whatever Prez wants, I will do.”

“Figures, you men are all alike.”

He laughs. “Darlin’, you don’t know the half of it.”

Heading over to my bike, I grab the helmet, walk to Serena, and hand it to her.

“Here, put this on.”

“I’m not going on your bike. I’d rather ride in the van,” she protests.

I don’t reply. Instead, I grab her arm and pull her over to the bike.

“Since when did you become so disobedient?” I question as I lift her, then arrange her on the back of my bike.

“Disobedient? I wouldn’t have to be this way if you didn’t treat me like a child.”

“Do what I say, and I won’t have to.”

Irritated, she places the helmet over her head, and I straddle my bike. Wave smiles, and I’m not sure why. I’m going to have to wipe that smirk off his face.

This is crazy. The woman on my bike is driving me absolutely nuts, and my VP is smiling like a motherfucker.

Starting up my engine, I take off, knowing Serena will have to hold on to me for dear life. She squeals, and her hands wrap around my waist. I grin, loving the familiar feel of her body wrapped around mine. No other woman has sat on the back of my bike because, in the MC life, a woman on the back of your bike means she’s your woman, and I don’t want any woman but her to be mine. Sure, she’s married now, but I will find a way to end that, even if I make her a widow.

Parking my bike, I look up at the white two-story weatherboard home we bought last year to act as our safe house. It’s a place where we can hide out should the need arise, and now, with killing one of the cartel men, we have got to lie low.

Serena gets off my bike first, pulls off her helmet, and I take it out of her hands and place it on the handlebars. Then I get off as Wave is pulling in with the van.

“What is this place?” Serena asks, looking up at the house.

“Just a place,” I reply, offering my hand to her, but she doesn’t take it. I wish it didn’t bother me so much, but it does.

Instead, I clutch her hand, hold tight, and when she tries to break free, I won’t let her. Dragging her up the front stairs, I slam my fist on the door.

“Who is it?” a voice calls out from behind the door, and I know it’s Curly.

“It’s me, open up,” I demand, then look at Serena, who’s beside me. She’s still beautiful and breathtaking. Gone is the young girl I once knew, replaced by an incredibly intelligent woman. I will have to be patient and give her time. My priority is for her to want us again and not feel obliged to be with me. I will kill that son of a bitch, Luca, for taking her away from me.

When Serena spoke of him in the past, I remember her detesting him, yet now she’s married to the same man.

“What is it?” Serena looks at me, confused.

“Nothing. I was just thinking about the past.”

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