Wayward Beginning (Wayward Saints MC Book 3)

by Renee, K

  "Um...," she stutters out.

  "Well?"

  She narrows her eyes at me and gets up in a huff. "I don't need anything. I will just go and talk to them myself. At which jail are they being held?"

  "Henderson,” I say, tapping my pen on my desk.

  She nods her head, hands me her card, and turns to walk out the door. I watch the way her ass fills out that skirt and I can't help but think about getting her naked. That girl is going to be trouble. I now have a raging hard-on that won't be going down anytime soon. I adjust myself and make my way out to the bar to find a whore to take care of the little problem the pretty little lawyer left me with.

  A few hours later, I get a call from the sexy little lawyer telling me she’s got the boys a hearing, but they'll be in jail for a few days. I know they'll be just fine, so I tell her I don’t care about the costs and will pay whatever it is. I let her know I'll be at the hearing, as well. I can tell she doesn't want me to be there, but I don't really care what she wants.

  I see my VP coming towards me, a smirk on his face, and I want to turn and go the other way.

  "I saw that new lawyer, Cason. Damn, she's a fucking looker. You gonna fuck her, then ditch her like the rest?"

  I shrug. "Probably. You and I both know there is no way a girl like that belongs with a member of a MC." He nods.

  "Do you think she can get our boys out of this mess?"

  "I have no fucking idea, but I really hope so. Otherwise, they are going to be serving some time.”

  He looks around. "I hope she's as fiery in the courthouse as I heard she was with you. She looks determined, and I've heard some great things about her."

  I smirk. "You checked up on her?"

  He laughs. "You know I want what's best for the boys. I would check up on anybody who was on the block. I hear she's ruthless when it comes down to it."

  I think it over for a second. Maybe she will be wild in the sack, too...

  "Yeah. I hope she doesn't disappoint."

  Nick slaps me on the back. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  I walk out the door and make my way to my bike. As I make the ten minute trip to my house, I think about the shit that’s gone down today. I never expected that run to go to shit that fast. I need Dom in Sacramento tomorrow but, instead, he’s sitting in a cell with Jase.

  When I pull into my driveway, I note how fucking quiet it is. Part of me misses the chaos of having Anslie and my sons at home. I don’t spend a lot of time here, but it’s always nice to get away from the club for a while.

  Once I make my way inside and turn on the lights, my phone rings. Looking down at the screen, I see Henley’s name. And here I thought she didn’t like talking to me.

  “Well, hello there, angel,” I rasp.

  “Hi, Cason,” she quietly states. I wait for her to go on. “Um, I need to meet with you to go over some info I received from the cops. Do you have time to do it tonight or tomorrow morning? That way, I can make sure I have all the information I need for the hearing.”

  I smirk. This could be good. I can finally get this girl under me and out of my head.

  “Angel, you can come over any time. I’m at my house.” I tell her the address and she says she’ll be on her way soon.

  We hang up and I sit on the couch, passing the time by remembering the last time this house had someone else in it.

  We just saved Anslie from Damien and I was waiting to hear the outcome of the doc’s examination on her. Sitting on the couch just waiting was the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever done. There were so many times I wanted to get up and walk into that room, but I couldn’t. She needed to be able to get through this on her own, but she knew I would always be there for her.

  Part of me hated that she has Brantley in the room with her. I know something is going on between them, but I’m not sure how fucking serious it is. I see the way they look at each other. Hell, maybe I made the wrong decision. Maybe I should have stayed out of it. I only wanted what was best for her. If I didn’t force her to go to college, she would have been protected.

  Watching Brantley walk out of the room, I knew it was bad. He looked like he had seen a ghost. When the doctor walked out behind him, I asked him what happened to her, ending up putting my fist through the wall.

  Fuck. I couldn’t believe that had happened to my little girl. I know the MC life is dangerous, but I always believed I would be able to protect my family. For the third time in my life, I almost lost someone close to me. My wife died because of this life, and both my son and daughter almost died, too.

  Part of me wonders if maybe it’s time to pass the reigns over to Dominic; the other part knows I need to seek revenge for what has been happening lately.

  The next week was the hardest. Anslie cried all the time and I wasn’t sure how I could help her. All she wanted was Brant, and none of us had heard from him since he left town. Not that I could blame him.

  The day she came to me and told me she was going back to Seattle was hard. In the current state she was in, I didn’t like her being so far away, but I couldn’t stop her. I know that being here just reminds her of what happened, so I let her go without a fight.

  The doorbell ringing interrupts my musings. Getting up, I make my way to the door and I see the lawyer standing there, looking unsure.

  Chapter Eight

  Pulling up to Cason’s house is a little nerve-racking, to say the least. His modest two-story house is definitely not what I was expecting the president of an MC to own. The landscaping is perfect and the paint looks new.

  This is a bad idea. Before I get to the door, I think about leaving and waiting until the hearing to talk to Cason, but this is important. I knock and wait for him to answer.

  When the door opens, my mind goes blank. His jeans fit him perfectly, and his messy hair is calling to me.

  “Hey, angel. Come in.” He motions me through the door. I’m still not sure why he calls me angel. Part of me likes it, but the other part is wary of it.

  “Thanks for meeting with me,” I say, looking around. His house is really nice. We walk into the kitchen and he offers me a seat at the table. He hasn’t said a word yet, which makes me nervous.

  “Anything you need to get the boys out? You thirsty?” he asks.

  I nod, and he grabs a bottle of wine off the counter. He doesn’t strike me as a man who drinks wine, so I think of all the women who have been in this house. I don’t even know why I care. I don’t need a man. I work way too many hours to even think about men, let alone an MC President who has arms as big as my thigh.

  He sets the wine glass in front of me and I thank him. Taking a sip, I moan a little. It is so good that I can’t help it. He sits next to me and stares at me for a minute.

  Clearing his throat, he asks, “So, what is so important that you needed to meet with me before the hearing?”

  I set my glass back down and grab my bag off the floor. Pulling my notebook and pen out, I flip to the page I need.

  “According to records, these men have been arrested before. The police are going to use their records, and their involvement with your club, against them.”

  His expression stays the same and I can’t get a read on him. “I know their records. Those boys haven’t done anything that any other teenager wouldn’t have done. They were kids last time they were arrested, and weren’t part of the club yet.”

  I watch him in fascination. He really thinks that will matter to a judge and jury? “Cason, they won’t care that they were underage during those arrests. They grew up in a motorcycle club. People frown on stuff like that.”

  “People only frown on it when they are judgmental pricks. Those boys are great men and would never hurt someone until given just cause. They were just protecting their family.”

  I don’t agree with his logic, but I continue to listen.

  “My wife was gunned down the same way those bastards tried to gun us down. Those boys were just paying those assholes back. We don’t let anyone shoot
at us and get away with it.”

  I can’t help the gasp that slips out of my mouth. “I’m so sorry about your wife,” I whisper.

  My mind is reeling and I’m starting to understand why they went after those guys.

  “Angel, don’t. It was twenty years ago.”

  A sad look covers his face and I want to take away his pain. I reach my hand across the table and place it on his. He looks up at me, then pulls me to him. I am now standing in front of him, my butt against the kitchen table. His hands start creeping up my thighs, and my body gets the chills.

  He puts a hand on my hip and stands up. Lifting me up, he sets me on the table and runs his fingers along my jaw. His fingers tangle in my curly, shoulder-length hair as he pulls my head closer. Watching his eyes, I know he’s going to kiss me and I’m powerless to stop it. I want it more than I want my next breath.

  His breath smells like tobacco and whiskey. I look into his blue eyes and feel my panties get wet.

  I know that whatever happens right now won’t mean a thing in the morning, but I still can’t get myself to turn away from him.

  I don’t want anything serious right now, so what the hell? I lean towards him and bring my mouth within an inch of his. He licks his lips, and I feel his tongue brush against my lips with the movement.

  Slowly, his mouth descends on mine and I kiss him back with fervor. His hand cups my breast, and I want him to take it into his mouth. He runs his other hand up my thigh and under my skirt. Just as he inches it up, the front door opens and, gasping, we pull apart.

  “Dad, you here? Nick said you were…” He trails off when he spots us. “Shit. Sorry, old man. Didn’t know you had company,” he smirks. I can see the resemblance in their faces.

  After researching Cason Davoli and the Wayward Saints MC, I found out he has four sons and a daughter. He looks way too young to have five adult kids.

  “Bent, what the fuck are you doing here?” Cason growls out. I stand up and smooth my hands down my skirt.

  “I need to talk to you about something, but I’ll come back later,” he states, looking between us.

  “About?”

  Bentley motions to me and raises his eyebrows.

  “She’s the lawyer working on your brother’s case. Tell me what you want.” I can tell he’s starting to get irritated, but I’m a little unsure why he’s letting me stay to listen.

  “You sure she’s cool?” he asks, eyebrows raised. He nods again. “Okay. We went back to where the guys got arrested and found something that might help with the case.”

  I watch in utter fascination, waiting.

  “Here is the video surveillance tape from the area. I also have some pictures that prove the cops were just trying to arrest our men. Everyone knows those fuckers have been trying to get a few of ours behind bars for a while.”

  “Can I see the video?” I ask.

  They both snap their heads in my direction. Cason nods and tells me to follow him down the hall to his office. Once inside, he plugs the flash drive into his computer and pulls the video up.

  I am shocked at what I see. The Wayward Saints are walking towards the men gathered around the van, and they seem to be arguing about something. The other group pulls their guns and one fires a round into the shoulder of one of Cason’s men.

  I wince, but I can’t take my eyes off the screen. When the police show up, they shake hands with the other group!

  Crooked cops? I will make sure to take all of them down. This isn’t right. No matter how dangerous the Wayward Saints are, they don’t deserve to be set up.

  Chapter Nine

  I slam my hands on the desk. Those fucking bastards shot my son! I will make sure to put a bullet in each and every person involved. “Angel, what can you do with this video? Can you get my men released?”

  “Yes, I can. I think we should make a copy of the video first, though. Do you have another flash drive?”

  I shake my head. I’ve never needed a flash drive. Hell, I have no idea what I would do with one. “No. Why the fuck would I have one of those just laying around?” I probably sound clueless, but I don’t care.

  She looks at me with a smile. “Don’t worry. I have one at my apartment. I can make a copy for you and I’ll bring it to the hearing.” She looks at Bentley. “You said something about pictures, too. Can I see those, as well?” Bentley nods and hands her a stack of pictures. “Great! I’ll make copies of these, as well.” She smiles and grabs her stuff.

  Great. I was so fucking close to getting this girl under me when my kid decides to cock block me.

  Fucking kids.

  “I’ll see you at the hearing. I’ll call if I need anything else,” she says, making her way to the door, walking out without a second glance.

  Snarling, I look at Bentley, who has a smirk on his face. “Hope you’re happy, kid. I was trying to fuck the pretty little lawyer, but you and your sister seem to have other ideas.”

  He starts to laugh. Fucking little prick. I can’t wait for the day I can return the favor. He won’t be laughing then.

  “Damn, Dad. You that hard up for some pussy that you're going after the lawyer? Go fuck a whore if you need to get your dick wet. That bitch is too prissy for the likes of us.”

  I agree with that last statement, but there is still something about her. I’m tired of fucking club whores. I miss having a woman to come home to at night. My boys don’t know what it’s like, but I miss the fuck out of it.

  I spend some time with Bent, then he heads back to the club house for the night. I lock the doors and make my way to bed…alone.

  As I lie there, I imagine the curvy little lawyer taking my cock in her mouth. I stoke my rock hard dick until I get close, then squeeze my shaft to postpone the inevitable. The images floating through my mind are enough to make a whore blush. I imagine her lips around me and I come all over my hand. Fuck… I need to fuck her already.

  Two Days Later

  I get up and get ready for the hearing. When I finally make it to the courthouse, I see Henley walking towards me.

  “Cason,” she says, a little breathless. She hands me a flash drive and tells me to keep it somewhere safe. I just nod.

  “Um, about what happened…,” she starts. This should be good. “We shouldn’t let our relationship become anything but professional. I just want to do my job and that’s it.”

  I put my finger to her lips. “Henley, we will be fucking. Trust me, angel. You’re gonna be begging for more once I’m done with you.” I hear her sharp intake of breath. She wants this as much as I do. I can see the lust written all over her face. “Now, let's go get the boys released.” I watch her swallow. I want nothing more than to kiss along her neck, but I refrain.

  I grab Henley’s hand and lead her inside. Looking around the room, I see a short blonde girl giving Henley a dirty look. She’s standing next to Sutter, so I can only assume she works for him, as well.

  Henley and I make our way over to where they are standing and I greet my old “friend”. I don’t trust the man as far as I can throw him, but you know the old saying. “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.” That saying was made for him.

  “Sutter, it’s good to see you, brother.” We clap each other on the back and he motions to the blonde.

  “Cason, this is Sarah. Sarah, this is Cason Davoli. He is one of our clients.” Sarah looks me up and down, then licks her lips. You would think this bitch wants to eat me for lunch by the way she is eyeing me right now. She looks like she could stand to gain a few pounds.

  I look at Henley, who is trying not to make eye contact with either one of them. Something is weird there, but I can’t put my finger on it. Sarah places herself between Henley and me, and I’m tempted to push the bitch out of the way. Sutter makes small talk, but I’m watching Henley and her reaction to him. I’m going to have to ask her about that later.

  Once the courtroom doors open, we make our way inside. Every chance she gets, Sarah continues to try and put her
hands on me. I stop before we walk in and ask Henley to wait with me. Sarah tries to stay behind, but I dismiss her just as fast.

  I see her pout, which makes her even uglier. I don’t get why bitches make that face because it doesn’t do anything for them. As soon as everyone has made their way inside, I pull Henley out of sight and trap her against the wall.

  “Angel, what happened between you and Sutter?”

  She looks up at me in shock. “Nothing,” she says quickly, shaking her head.

  “Henley, I can see it written all over your face. What happened?” She tries to break away from my grip, but I don’t let her go.

  “I’ll figure it out one way or another. Why don’t you just do me a favor and tell me.” I lower my lips to hers and I feel her body tense up. “Henley, please.”

  She looks down at the floor. “He hit on me and I told him no. Ever since then, he gives me shitty assignments, makes me uncomfortable, and tries to make me look like I can’t do my job.”

  Fuck. I knew Sutter was shady, but I didn’t know he was that bad.

  “I’ll deal with Sutter. You just focus on my men. I’ll take care of everything else.”

  She looks at me with huge, violet eyes. “Okay,” she whispers.

  I touch my lips to hers and a jolt runs through my body. I’ve never felt that before, not even with Avie.

  We make our way inside and I see a few of my club brothers sitting a few rows behind the defense table. I take a seat right behind Henley and the boys. Dom and Jase both turn around and look at me.

  “We will get you both out. Everything okay on the inside?” I ask, smirking.

  Jase rolls his eyes and Dom answers, “Yeah, we’re fine, but I’d like to get the fuck out of here sooner rather than later. There are a few of the Black Hills’ guys in here trying to start shit, but nothing we can’t handle.”

  Figures. Ever since that shit went down in Seattle, those boys have been at us. It must have been retaliation when they came after us yesterday. They are nowhere near as big as us, but they have some ruthless men that wouldn’t mind prison or even death.