Wayward Son (Wayward Saints MC Book 4)

by Renee, K.

  The look on her face is one of fear. She doesn't know me and I sure as hell don't want to have to show her how mean I can fucking be.

  "I don't know how they found out about me and Raef. I just know they did and they tried to kill him too," she whispers. "I never wanted him to get involved with my past."

  I can see the tears forming in her eyes and I want to bolt from the room. I don't do well with bitches who cry. That's not something I've been good with. Every time my sister cried, I wanted to put my fist through a fucking wall.

  "Who?" I bark out.

  Her eyes glisten more and I want to get out of here now. "The guy who bought me," she whimpers a little.

  Aw fuck. This is going to get bad real quick. "Your brother know someone bought you?" I ask. If that happened to my sister, I would be fucking killing people. There would be no mercy for anyone who was involved.

  She shakes her head and I can barely understand the words that come out of her mouth next.

  "They made a.. a.. deal with the mob and so my brother can't.. can't take them all on alone." Dammit to hell. I walk towards the door but before I can leave her broken voice cuts through me. It's like hearing my sister talk about Brant after she was kidnapped all those years ago.

  "Is he ever going to come back?" I can tell she's about to cry and I think she already knows the answer.

  "I have no idea," I say before walking out. I hear her sobs through the door, but there isn't anything I can do to help her.

  Grabbing my phone I check the messages and see one from Coley and one from Brant.

  Brantley: Gun put his fist through some dude face for running into Case and your girl.

  Coley: I didn't need your help Dom! I could handle myself.

  Yeah I can tell. She doesn't get how fucking beautiful she is. Every guy would be stupid not to hit on her. I'm just glad as fuck the guys were at the bar tonight.

  Dialing my old man's number, I wait for him to pick up.

  "Yeah kid?" he asks when he finally answers.

  "You know Raef had a thing with this girl that's up shit creek without a paddle?" I hear him muttering fuck a bunch of times under his breath.

  "Who is she?" he asks agitated.

  "One of Mac's men's sisters. The mob sold her to some prick and he's the one waging war out here. I'm sure if we retaliate, the mob will be on our asses so fucking fast." I hear him barking out orders to the others before he gets back on the phone with me.

  "Smooth shit out with our buyers before you come back. We need a plan before we go up against some shit like that."

  "Ten-four," I reply before hanging up. Before I make it back out to the clubhouse, I call Coley.

  "Hey," she answers on the fourth ring.

  "Hey to you too babe. How was your first night?" I already know she's gonna lie, so I just wait patiently with a grin on my face.

  "Well..." she starts. "I watched Gunner punch someone for knocking me and Casey over," she pauses for a minute. "Oh and Rob threatened some drunk guy for trying to grab my ass."

  I hear her giggle and I can't help but growl. This is why I don't want her working in a damn bar. "Babe you have no idea how fucking sexy you are." She stays quiet, so I know the answer.

  "You are so fucking hot that every one wishes they have what I got. I wish you didn't work at the bar, but if you won't give it up, expect someone from the club there every night you work."

  "Dom you can't do that," she says on a huff.

  "Baby I can do whatever I want. You can come work for me instead when I get back," I reply. I hear the clubhouse doors open and a few of the guys filing out.

  "Dom no. I want to do this on my own." I hear my phone beep and see that it's the doc calling. I had done the paternity test on my way out of town. He must have my results.

  "Baby we will talk about this when I get back. The doc is calling me so I have to get it. I miss you and I'll be home soon." Before she can even say anything else, I answer the docs call.

  "Hey doc what's up?" I hear his chuckle. "You don't sound as pissed as you were when you left." I can hear his snickers and as much as I want to punch him, I need to know the answer first.

  "Fuck off. What's the verdict?"

  "Well Dom, I'll cut to the chase. He is one hundred percent yours." I feel like I had the wind knocked out of me. I have a son. Axle. Fuck I feel like I need to throw up.

  "Dom I need to warn you though, we did a DNA test on her to just to make sure she was his mother without her knowing. You can never be too careful nowadays.” He pauses for a second, so I ask the obvious.

  "And he's hers?" I hear him sigh.

  "No Dom, that's not his mother." How the fuck does she have my child if she didn't give birth to him?

  "Now before you flip out, I had a friend of mine run his DNA through a database and it had a hit with a woman who is now deceased." I can feel my heart stop. What kind of fucking bitch would stoop to that level?

  "Who is it?" I ask. My head is running through all the women I've slept with in that time frame and I can't figure it out.

  "I don't know. She was unidentified. No one reported her missing and she has no record."

  "Can I get my kid from her?" I want to throttle that bitch so fucking bad that my blood is boiling. I hear Mac come out and ask what's taking so long.

  "Doc, do me a favor and call my old man and have him find her now," I bark out.

  He tells me he's on it and I hang up and try to focus on the shit at hand.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  When I make my way over to the guys, I look right at Butch and lay into him. "Why the fuck did you let someone sell your fucking sister?" He goes completely ghost white. He probably didn't think she would actually say anything.

  "You are fucking worse than they are. I would never let some asshole sell my sister. I would fucking put his god damn head on a fucking platter and trust me, that mother fucker would never make it out of this situation alive. What the fuck is wrong with you?" I sneer.

  "Enough!" Mac shouts, causing the whole group to quiet down in an instant.

  "Who the fuck is this guy that sold your sister?" I ground out. I'm trying to keep my cool, but ever since Anslie was kidnapped,

  I can't keep calm about shit like this. I should have protected her better, but I didn't, and now I won't let that happened to anyone in our fucking chapters.

  "I don't know him. I just know they dated a while back and she said she left him for acting strangely. She said she cut him loose and I believed her. I had no idea he would do that to her." I can tell he's regretting his decisions on believing that she was okay. Shit, I did the same thing.

  "I need a fucking name," I can feel my teeth grinding and I want to fucking throttle him until he gives me the info. "Fine, I'll just go ask her. Let me in the building," I say as I walk over to the door.

  He pales before he gives me the name.

  "Marco Cabrera."

  I turn and walk back inside the club house to call Trace our resident IT guy in Vegas. When he answers, I tell him to run everything on Marco Cabrera, and to call as soon as he has something. Once I hang up, I make my way to the bar. I need a fucking drink and I need it now.

  I pull up a stool and ask for a beer, but before I even get the bottle, my phone starts ringing.

  "Yeah Pops?" I don't really feel like talking to him, but I know I need to. "Just talked to doc. He said we need to make a move before she takes off with your kid."

  "Just get him away from that bitch. Do whatever you have to do," I grit out. I want to be fucking home instead of dealing with this shit here in California.

  "Will do kid. I'll call you when I have more info." We say our goodbyes and I take a long pull from my beer.

  Looking at my phone, I see that it's after three in the morning. She's probably asleep in my bed by now, but I want to hear her voice. Pushing the contact with her name, I pray she answers.

  "Hey baby," she mumbles through a yawn.

  I can't help the instant grin th
at appears on my face once I hear her voice.

  "Hey sweetness, you asleep?" I can hear her moving around in my bed and I wish I was there with her.

  "No, I was hoping you'd call back." Her whispering gets me hard and I want nothing more than to fuck her right now.

  Chuckling, I let it slide since I know she was asleep when I called.

  "You sound upset Dom, what's wrong?" I didn't think that she would catch on to that.

  Sighing, I tell her about Axle. "So the doc said that Axle is one hundred percent mine, but the woman who has him isn't his mother." Blowing out a breath, I close my eyes and take another pull from my beer.

  "What? How can she have him if he isn't hers?" I can hear the change in her voice and I know she's worried about him like I am.

  "I don't know babe. My dad is gonna work on getting him away from her, but there's nothing I can do from here." I hear her intake of breath and she heaves out a heavy sigh.

  "If you need me to do anything let me know." She sounds like she's ready to cry.

  "Thank you babe. You working tomorrow?" I ask trying to take her mind off of the baby.

  "Yeah. I work from seven to closing. Am I going to get body guards?" she asks with a giggle.

  "Yeah you will."

  "I like Casey and your sister, they're great." I can't help but smile. I love that she gets along with my sisters. I hear my phone beep, so I pull it away from my ear and see Brant calling.

  Ignoring him, I spend the next half hour just talking about random things with Coley. She tells me all about her first shift and how excited she was when she seen how much she had gotten in tips.

  I know for sure the tips were all from the men in the bar thinking about all the ways they wanted to fuck her. Hell I'm having trouble thinking of anything other than bending her over the bed and fucking her. Spacing out on all the dirty things I want to do to her, I hear her trying to get my attention.

  "Dom," she growls.

  I'm now hard as a rock and needing some relief. A few of the club whores are on the prowl and have been sniffing at me the whole time I've been sitting here talking to Coley. One of them tries to put her hand on my thigh, and I push her hand off of me.

  "Dom!" she yells this time.

  "Yeah baby?" I ask. Getting up off the stool, I make my way to one of the empty rooms at the end of the hall.

  "When do you think you'll be back?" Her soft voice makes me want to say fuck this shit and ride all the way home tonight, but I know that it's not gonna happen.

  "I don't know. Depends on the info I get from Trace." I hear her sigh. "Babe trust me, I would rather have you in my bed than be here."

  She starts to giggle. "I'm already in your bed."

  Such a little smart ass. My hand wants to imprint on her sweet little ass. "I know you are and I'm here all alone."

  She snorts before replying. "I'm sure there are plenty of girls who want to take a ride with you Dom." There's jealously dripping from her words, but I like knowing she's jealous.

  "None of them hold a candle to you sweetness. I only want my dick inside of you." Her intake of breath is noticeable and I know I'm getting to her right now.

  Just before I say all the things I want to do to her body, my phone starts to beep again. "Fuck," I mumble as I check whose calling.

  "Babe I have to go. It's my dad and he's supposed to call when he has news on Axle."

  "Okay, let me know what happens and if you need me to do anything," she rushes out.

  I can't help but smile that she wants to help me with him. "Will do darlin'. I'll call you tomorrow."

  Clicking over, I ask him what he found out.

  "Well Brant called to tell you but your fuckin' ass wouldn't answer," he sneers.

  "Fuck off, I was talking to Coley. You said you'd call, not fucking Brant." He doesn’t say anything so I ask him the question that I am dying to know the answer to.

  'What do you know about that bitch? Where is my son?" I rush out. I want fucking answers and I want them now.

  "We found her, but he's not with her." What the fuck does he mean she doesn't have him?

  "Where is she?" I ground out. I'm tired of this run around. "Looks like she's out with her boy toy. I have a call into Danvers. He owes me a favor and should be able to get his help getting him out of there. I'm doing everything I can to bring him home."

  Sighing, I know he is. He would do anything for my sister, my brothers, and me. "I know Pops. I just don't know what that bitch is planning or who the fuck she is."

  "I know kid. What are you going to do when he is home? I'm sure your sister will help, but she's got her own shit going on with the twins, the pregnancy and Brant." I know my sister would help even with all the problems she has going on.

  "Coley said she would help too, so it will be fine. Just get him home."

  "Will do Son. I'll call you when we get word. You still can't leave California until it's dealt with," he says in warning.

  "Fuck that. When my son gets there, I'm coming home. I'll come back out here but let me fucking have some time with him."

  "Dominic," He warns, but I don't back down from this fight. It's one I'm gonna win.

  "Don't fucking Dominic me. You and I both fucking know you took some time off when Anslie came home because I was the one handling all your fucking shit with Nick. I'm not asking for a fucking lot, just a few days to get to know my kid. I'll come back out here once I do."

  His deep breath comes through the phone loud and clear. "Fine Dom. The shit out there is a sensitive deal. I don't need backlash over it. Get some sleep and I'll call you in the morning when I get some info from Danvers." With that he ends the call.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  After talking to Dom and hearing how stressed out he is about his son and whatever club business he is dealing with, I have a hard time falling asleep. I want to be able to help him, but I don’t know how.

  I don’t want to push him, so I try and fall back asleep, but being alone in his bed is hard. I want to be able to cuddle up with his big body and have his hands roaming all over me. God I sound pathetic, but I can’t help how I feel about him already.

  Maybe Anslie was right the other night. Trying not to think about soul mates and if we are meant to be together, I get out of bed and turn the light on so I can find the remote. Once I find it and turn on a re-run of Criminal Minds, I am able to relax enough to fall asleep a little while later.

  The next morning I wake up to the sound of someone banging on the door. Panicking, I grab my phone and dial Dom’s number. “Hey baby I can’t talk now,” he says quickly.

  The pounding on the door gets louder and I hear a woman screaming. “Dom, someone is pounding on your front door.” I hear him mumble something to someone. “Hold on, I’ll check the security camera.” I wait as he checks.

  “Fuck,” he grits out. I hear him say something about calling his dad and then he gets back on the phone with me.

  “Babe, I need for you to open the door and let her in. It’s that bitch and she has Axle with her. I have one of the guys calling my old man.” Taking a deep breath, I make my way to the door and look through the peep hole.

  “Coley everything will be fine. They are a few minutes out.” Steeling myself for her, I open the door and come face to face with the bitch who stole his son.

  “Can I help you?” I ask staring at her. She looks me up and down and turns up her nose at me.

  “I’m looking for my baby daddy. Where the hell is he?” I back away from the door and let her in.

  “He should be back any minute. You can come in and wait,” I say with the nicest tone I can muster. In reality, I want to punch this stupid bitch in her face.

  She gives me a dirty look as she walks past me with the car seat. Taking a peek at Axle, I can see that he looks just like Dom.

  My God.

  I close the door once she comes inside and I show her to the couch. “So are you like his maid or something?” she spits.

  Smilin
g politely, I answer, “no, I’ll just be the woman taking care of your child when he sees what a selfish whore you are.”

  Her head snaps to me and she sets the car seat down next to the couch. She points her finger at me and I know she’s pissed. “You wish. He is going to throw you out like yesterday’s trash when he finds out that the test is positive. Axle is Dominic’s son and we will be raising him under this roof together.”

  Smirking, I just think to myself how delusional she is. “So how did you meet Dominic?” No one seems to know that answer and I am curious as to why she is trying to be part of his life with a kid that’s not even hers.

  She steps back a few feet from me and looks around the room. “I knew he had some money, but this is nicer than I thought,” she turns her head back to me and then smiles a down right evil smile.

  “I met Dominic one night at Midnight Tavern. He cornered me in the hall way and asked if I wanted to go back to his place. I didn't do things like that so at first I said no, but once his fingers touched me I was done for. I knew I wanted him, so I told him let’s go. We ended up at my place where we made love all night long.”

  I feel like the breath just got knocked out of me. How can her story be so similar to the way we met? Does he do this with all the girls? I think I’m going to be sick.

  I watch her face break out into a big smile, because she knows she’s getting to me. Before she can open her mouth again, the front door opens and I see Cason and a few other men coming inside.

  “Who are you?” she stutters out when she sees how pissed off Cason is.

  “I’ll be the one taking my grandson away from your whore ass. Who the fuck are you?” he growls. I watch her look between all the men before she thinks better of trying to run with Axle.

  I go to grab my phone off the table next to the door and see that Dom is still listening. “Dom,” I whisper.

  “Yeah baby I’m right here. Don’t believe a word she said. I never pick up women from Midnight. You are the only one.” I want so bad to believe him, but I don’t know if I can.