by K. Renee
"He saved you. He gave his life for you." Her sobs get louder, and I tuck her face into my neck and try my best to comfort her, but I'm shit at it. She needs someone to tell her everything is going to be okay, but I can't do it. I don't know if shit is going to be okay. I just know that her old man died to save me.
I’m the one here while he’s in the morgue in an unknown town.
“I wish I could switch places with him. He didn’t –” She cuts me off by putting her fingers over my lips, silencing me.
“No.” Her bottom lip trembles as she speaks. “If you would have died, I wouldn’t be able to live. I need you to breathe.”
I swallow, sitting up, and my eyes start to burn as I think about the words he said to me as I held my hand on his gunshot wound. "He died in my arms. He wanted me to make sure you didn't blame me for him getting shot. That he is so damn proud of you and Tess." A tear falls down my cheek, and she wipes it away.
"He probably said that you have more to live for than an old man like him." I close my eyes and nod my head. I drop my forehead against her chest, and we just hold each other.
“I’m so fucking sorry, Brynn.”
"Is he dead?" Her question throws me off and when I look at her, I can see a mask of anger cover her face. She means the bastard who killed her father.
“Yes. Trace put a bullet between his eyes before more shit happened.”
“Don’t you dare ever leave me,” she whispers, eyes filled with tears.
"I'll do everything in my power to always come home to you, Brynn." I kiss her lips, and she tucks her face into my neck. Laying back on the pillows, I just hold her. I give her what she needs now.
I may be a selfish son of a bitch for getting what I needed first, but it is the only way I could handle the truth. The only way I’d ever be able to tell her.
“I love you Brynn and nothing with ever change that.”
“I know Ben. I love you too. Just please never leave. I couldn’t handle that.” I press my lips to her forehead and kiss her softly. Wrapping my arms tighter around her, I take a deep breath before I close my eyes.
I thank God that I got lucky enough to find this girl when I didn't deserve her. Her and Meliora are the only reason I'm still breathing.
The End
A Sneak Peek of
Wayward Love
The Wayward Saints, MC
Book 8.5
K. Renee
Prologue
Sydney
It’s been years since I’ve been anywhere near any of the Wayward Saints. Growing up, I wasn’t allowed near the clubhouse, so I didn’t really get to know any of them unless they were friends with my brother Ryder.
The twins, Brantley and Jase, and Gunner pretty much went everywhere with Ryder, and they all protect each other. Sometimes it was more like they were in their own little world most days.
You never saw one without the others, and the rumors about them flew around the school. All the girls wished they could be on their arms, while the guys tried to be like them. They were what you would call royalty around this place. I was just Ryder’s little sister.
I got to know them, but it’s been a while since I’ve talked to any of them. Seeing Ryder for the first time in a while, I was so happy, yet so scared. I was afraid that he would still be pissed at me after what I said to him about Danni being better off without him. I know I hit a nerve, but I couldn’t help the words as they fell from my lips.
He was a dick and needed to be put in his place for the first time ever by a woman. I know how much he loved her and I saw how much it killed him when she walked away from him. He didn’t say anything about it though; instead, he just threw himself into the club full throttle and never looked back.
He became someone different, and we stopped talking altogether after that. I didn’t agree with his lifestyle, and he didn’t care what I thought.
Growing up, Ryder used loved to tease me about my crush on the twins. I was head over heels in love with them, and I swore that no one would ever compare. I was young and naïve back then, but even now, I’ve heard that they have really grown up. I thought that I would marry one of them until I met Hendrix. A barbecue brought us together, and my secret tore us apart.
It took me weeks to convince our mom and dad that I needed to move back here. They didn’t like knowing that I would be pretty much by myself while I was here. They knew that Ryder would be around, but they knew that he’d be busy with his MC and thought that it wasn’t safe for me to be there alone.
I had to remind them that I went to college all by myself and that turned out fine. I am fine, for the most part. I didn’t tell them what happened either. I didn’t tell them how I was about to disgrace my family and everyone that ever really mattered to me.
One drunken night was all it took for my life to change – one stupid frat party. Why the fuck would a biker be at a frat party anyway… Thinking back now, it all made sense. They were targeting me. I was the sister of Ryder Stark, the Wayward Saints best-kept secret.
I should have told Ryder why I was really back, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to disappoint him, and I knew once he found out my secret that he would probably disown me. The disappointment I feel in myself already is enough to make me want to end everything.
One ruthless bastard was all it took for me to run home and pray that no one else found out. I ran away because once I knew who he was, I knew that nothing was going to save me. I was a fool. Hell, I still am one. No one would ever trust me again. I lied. I had to. I had no other choice. Keeping Hendrix was the only way I’d survive.
I loved him so much that it killed me to lie to him. I felt like part of my soul was gone when he walked away. He never even looked back as he walked away from me with tears falling down my cheeks.
Everything was gone in the blink of an eye, and I was left with nothing. They left me holding the gun with my finger still on the trigger in a way.
Hendrix was told to stay away from me. My brother is banned from seeing me. Everything is a mess, and I don’t know what to do.
I want to go back in time and change everything. Go back to being the girl who was afraid of being more than just a bookworm. I want to go back to the days when everything was easy, and no one wanted me dead.
I need him to survive, and I can’t turn to him without getting him in trouble with the club. He lives for them and breathes them. I would never make him choose. He doesn’t deserve that. Hendrix deserves everything, and if I had just told him the truth, he would have never been in this situation. He wouldn’t be the one that they blame.
This wouldn’t be his problem, and he would live just like he did before I showed up. Wild. Crazy. Fearless.
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Hendrix
My heart was pounding. I knew that she was too damn good to be true. I should have listened to my gut when I knew there was something off about her story. She made me feel like I could fucking do anything and I knew she was the one. One look was all it took for me to fall so damn hard for her that I didn’t see anyone else.
Nothing else mattered.
I knew the mark, I knew the tell. But none of that mattered. Not when I possessed every inch of her body. I knew it like the back of my hand. She was ingrained into me whether I wanted her to be or not.
I thought that the only thing I wanted was to be a Wayward Saint. Now, I’m not so sure.
She’s a part of me. No matter what I do to try and rid myself of her, I can’t. I need her like I need the air that I breathe, but I can’t. I can’t go back to her. I would lose everything that I’ve worked so damn hard for.
I’ve been banned from seeing her again. Ryder has been going fucking insane because he can’t even see his little sister to find out why she even did it in the first place. She wouldn’t have turned her back on him like that. She wouldn’t sell him out. I know that for sure. It looks bad, fuck, does it look bad.
She was with the enemy. Fuck. I run my hand over the side of my head and stare at the bottle of g
in that I’m about to down. Drinking her memory away won’t help. I’ll still wake with thoughts of her and the way her body felt against mine as she straddled me. The way it felt when I was inside of her. I feel my dick strain against my jeans and I hate that she still gets me going just with one thought. I need to feel her body pressed against mine one more time. I know that she isn’t a traitor, but I can’t fucking prove it. I wish like hell that I could change what happened then so that I could have her in my arms right now. I would give anything…
I’m so damn screwed. Nothing will ever wipe the memory of her from my brain. I want her so damn bad that I’d risk everything for her. I’d protect her until my dying breath. I just need to know the truth, the whole damn truth.
Grabbing my phone, I dial the number that I’d called so many times that it was burned into my brain like second nature. I need to hear her voice and to make sure she’s okay. I have to, or it will eat away at me.
“Hello?” I can hear the tears in her voice. I know she’s fucking scared and I want to take away the pain. I want her to feel safe again.
“Syd,” I murmur closing my eyes to keep from letting my emotions show. I’ve always been good at keeping neutral, not letting anyone know what I’m thinking. It was my best defense, and I won’t be letting anyone see what she does to me.
When Prez demanded that I stay the fuck away from her, I remained passive. Like I didn’t give a shit if I saw her again, while inside I was dying. It was like the breath was being stolen right from my lungs.
“Is it really you?” she chokes out.
I’m sure she knows the rules. No contact. None at all. We leave her to fend for herself because she betrayed her family. A family that she never really knew until the day we met. That damn family barbeque where I first saw her beautiful face and long tan legs.
“Yeah, it’s me. I can’t stay away. I love you, Syd.”
I know that it’s going to be the end of me, but I can’t bring myself to care right now. I would do anything for her, including losing the only family I’ve ever really known. She needs me more than they do.
If he finds her again, he will kill her. Every one of us knows that her life hangs in the balance and I can’t watch something happen to her. No, I won’t allow anything to happen to her. She’s mine, and I’ll go to hell and back just to ensure her safety.
She’s the beat of my heart and losing her isn’t an option.
About the Author
K. Renee is from sunny California. Creative by nature, she decided to put her imagination on paper. During the day, she works in an office; at night, she writes. These stories have been in her head for years and are finally coming out on paper.
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Acknowledgments
First and foremost, I want to thank everyone for buying this book! I never thought I would be releasing one book, let alone writing a whole series. I can't wait for everyone to meet my characters and fall in love with them like I have.
I want to thank my beta readers for giving their honest opinion about the book. Trisha, Christa, Roz, Paige, Michelle, and Tiffany… You ladies are awesome! Sorry if I missed anyone! Thank you for taking time out of your schedules to beta read for me. I can't wait for you to read about Hendrix next!
To my street team, K's Wayward Ladies… Thank you for all you do! You girls are amazing at pimping my book out to the indie world. Thank you for your support, and I can't wait to see what the future brings.
To the readers and fans… I thank each and everyone one of you who come to hang out with me during takeovers, participating in my giveaways! I hope you like this and my future books.
-K
