Deviant Bahavior (The Wild Ones Book 1)

by K. Renee

  My phone rings and when I see Enver’s name on the screen, I hit a button on it and put it to my ear.

  “What the fuck is going on?” he asks sounding more worried than I expect.

  He told me time and time again that Jericho would be trouble during the tour and even though I knew he was right, I couldn’t stop thinking about her the whole damn time.

  Every damn song I wrote was about her. Every night when I fell asleep drunk as fuck, it was her haunting my dreams. I wanted her back so badly that I couldn’t fucking see straight. I even flew to Vegas right before she showed up in Cape Cod, only to find her apartment empty and no clue as to where she went.

  The guys were sick of me by the end of the first month of tour and I didn’t blame them. I was a fucking wreck.

  “She was just taken back. I don’t know what’s happening. They won’t let me go back there with her.”

  I lean back against the wall and squeeze my eyes closed. I can’t lose her. There is no fucking way, not when we are going to have a baby. I can’t go on tour with a baby.

  “I’m on my way. Seth said to call him when you know what’s going on. Their boss is freaking out.” I don’t answer him because the only thing I can think about is behind that emergency door. I hear the line go dead so I put my phone in my pocket and sink to the floor against the wall. This is where Enver and Graham find me. Neither of them say a word as they both sink down to the floor on either side of me.

  “What if they don’t make it?” I ask, my voice breaking at the thought of that being true. If she’s only seven months pregnant, there is a chance that the baby might not make it.

  “She is feisty as shit. Everything will be fine,” Enver says, wrapping his arm around my neck.

  I put my head in my hand and just sit there in silence until someone finally opens that fucking door.

  A doctor in bloody scrubs comes out and looks around the room before looking down at the three of us.

  “Wren?” he asks, looking between the three of us. I nod my head and push up to my feet.

  “How are they?” It’s the only question I want the answer to. “How are Jericho and the baby?”

  “Jericho is recovering. She lost a lot of blood and your son is perfect for being born prematurely. He needs to spend some time in the NICU, but should be able to go home in about a week unless things progress quicker.”

  I blow out the breath that I was holding and bow my head. The doctor puts his hand on my shoulder and says, “Congratulations, Dad.” I nod my head unable to say anything.

  “Can we see them?” Graham asks. The doctor nods his head and walks us down a few hallways until we come to the NICU wing. We move to the glass and look into the room of tiny babies. He points to a little baby in a blue hat, wrapped in a blanket tightly.

  “That right there is your son.” He has a few tubes coming from his nose and I touch my fingers to the glass.

  “What are the things in his nose for?” Enver asks.

  “To make sure he’s getting enough oxygen. The wires connected to him are just monitoring him. No need to worry. All standard things for a baby born prematurely. He is actually a bit bigger than most babies born at twenty-nine weeks.” I can’t help but grin at that.

  “Thank you, Doc. Can I see Jericho?” He nods and shows me to her room.

  The guys stay behind to watch my son as I go to see the woman I can’t get out of my head. As I walk through the door, I see that she’s hooked up to monitors too and I hate seeing her like this.

  Taking the seat next to the bed, I grab her hand in mine and press my lips to her colder pale skin. Watching her for a minute, I can’t help but think about how fucking thankful I am that she is okay. Both her and our son is going to be okay.

  “Wren?” Her voice is hoarse. I look up and look into her eyes.

  “I’m right here,” I answer, pressing my lips to her hand again. “Fuck, you scared the shit out of me when you passed out. The paramedic said you were losing too much blood and that’s why you did.” I reach forward and brush the hair out of her face and she gives me a sad smile.

  “Is the baby…?”

  She can’t finish the question, so I give her an answer.

  “Yeah, he is okay. They have him in NICU since he is premature.” Visibly she relaxes and blows out a breath. She whines in discomfort before settling back in the bed.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispers.

  Running my thumb along the back of her hand, I ask her, “For what?”

  She laughs slightly and then winces. “So many things, I guess. But mainly for scaring you and not telling you about the baby.”

  “I’m pissed as hell that I didn’t know about him, but it doesn’t matter now. He’s here and there is no way I’m letting him go.”

  A tear trickles down her cheek and I reach forward to wipe it off. The small gestures I’m unable to turn off even if she pissed me off so much by not reaching out. I want to know why she did what she did, but I don’t want to grill her while she’s in here. I have more respect for her than to bully answers from her after what happened tonight.

  “I’m giving you time to heal before I want to know why you kept this from me.”

  She nods her head but doesn’t say a word. I don’t know if it’s because she doesn’t know what to say or if she thinks I’ll flip out on her.

  The door to the room opens and a nurse pokes her head inside.

  “Hi, Wren?” I look at her and she gives me an embarrassed look. “Your friends were wondering if you could talk to them for a second?” I nod my head and get up from the chair, releasing her hand.

  Following the nurse out into the hall, I see the guys, including Deklin standing there looking at each other with worried expressions.

  “What’s going on?” I ask looking at each of them.

  “Can we talk in Jericho’s room?” Dek asks.

  I nod my head and open the door, leading them all inside. Jericho’s eyes widen when we all shuffle into the room.

  “Is something wrong?” she questions.

  Just looking at her, I can see how exhausted she is. She lost a lot of blood and the doctor said she would be tired for a few days.

  “We have a big problem. That fucking dick just outed you.”

  I close my eyes and drop my chin to my chest. Running one of my hands over my head, I tug on my hair before asking Dek how bad it is.

  “There are news crews outside. We need to all leave separate if we want to keep the rest of our identities a secret. Right now, they only know about Trigger and we can keep it that way. The rest of us can continue living under the radar for now,” he says on a sigh.

  “Fuck,” I grunt out in frustration. I’m going to kill that bastard.

  “They know about Jericho and the baby too.” This time it’s Jericho’s gasp that reminds me that we are in the damn hospital. “It’s all over the internet that your fling has resulted in a baby.”

  I shake my head, trying to wrap my mind around what the fuck is going on here. How the fuck did he know that she was pregnant?

  “Did you tell Elias that you were pregnant?” I ask Jericho.

  Her eyes widen, but she shakes her head no. “I haven’t spoken to him since that night at the club. I haven’t spoken to anyone there either.” I look to the guys and they have the same questioning expressions on their faces.

  “Could he have been following her? You said he was pissed about you porking her, Trigger,” Graham says, looking over at her.

  She doesn’t say anything, but I doubt she would have known if he was.

  “You think he’s doing this because he’s jealous?” I ask.

  It makes no fucking sense for him to out me for this shit. He left it all alone for the last seven months and now he wants to start shit by telling everyone who I am.

  Grabbing my phone from my pocket, I dial his number and wait for him to answer.

  “Wren,” Jericho starts, but I hold a finger up and she shuts her mouth.

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sp; “What the fuck is your angle?”

  His laughter fills my ear and I wish like fuck I could reach through this damn phone and choke the shit out of him.

  “Just wait. You’ll find out.”

  The line goes dead and I look at Jericho and she looks terrified. I don’t know what he means by ‘just wait.’

  I open up my news app and see my face plastered to it with the headline, Infamous Rocker, Wren ‘Trigger’ Scott, lead guitarist of Arduous Murder, expecting baby.

  I scan down the article and two sentences catch my attention.

  Trigger had a weekend of fun with a club manager who wound up pregnant. Sources close to the rocker claim that the baby isn’t his, but it is, in fact, a childhood friend of his.

  Pinching the bridge of my nose, I try like hell not to throw my damn phone across the fucking room.

  Chapter 19

  Jericho

  It takes two days before I am able to get out of bed on my own. I’ve gotten to see our son twice since the emergency C-section and I just wish that I could spend so much more time with him, but since he’s still in NICU I don’t get to. This morning Wren spent most of his morning in there with him and part of me is jealous. I want to be able to hold him all morning just like he does, but I still don’t have any energy. I can sit up for maybe two hours before I get so damn tired.

  The doctor said it’s normal as I continue to heal from the blood loss.

  I notice the door open slightly and some woman comes into the room all stealth like.

  “Can I help you?” I ask when she closes the door behind her.

  She jumps, putting her hand to her heart before laughing slightly. I’ve never seen her before, so I grab my bedside phone and hit the call button to get the nurse in here.

  “I’m Taylor and I wanted to talk to you.” She smiles at me like it might make me feel better about her sneaking into my room.

  “Please leave,” I state with authority.

  Now that the media knows about Wren, I don’t want to take any chances. She could be anyone and I rather be safe than sorry.

  She pulls something out of her pocket and points it at me. I see the camera in my face through my fingers as the flash goes off and I cover it just in time so she doesn’t get the photo she’s hoping for. A nurse comes in just as I start screaming and she tries to force the woman out of the room with her. Someone else comes up behind her and all but drags the woman out of the room.

  My hands are shaking as the door shuts and I hear them talking to her out in the hall. Biting my cheek, I try to not cry. Ever since I found out I was pregnant, everything stressful or sad makes me cry and I hate it. Before, I could at least get through everything without tears, but now there is no way.

  Another nurse comes into the room and she gives me a warm smile.

  “Are you okay? Did she try to hurt you?” I shake my head no and wipe the tears under my eyes. “Do you want me to go get your husband?” I nod my head yes and she walks out quickly.

  I hear the sound of running footsteps down the hall and the door flies open. Wren is standing there with a frown on his face.

  “What happened?”

  He comes into the room, letting the door shut behind him. Taking a seat in the chair next to the bed, he reaches forward to cup my cheek and I can’t help but melt into his touch.

  Before I can answer, a uniformed guard comes into the room and Wren’s head turns to look at him.

  “Hi ma’am, I need to get a statement on what happened in your room with that woman.”

  Wren’s head turns to me and he gives me a look before I nod my head to the guard.

  “I don’t know who she was. She snuck into my room and I immediately hit the call button. I asked her what she wanted and she said she wanted to talk to me. I asked her to leave and then she pulled out a camera and started snapping photos.”

  Wren forces my chin to move to look at him and he searches my expression for something, but I don’t know what.

  “I don’t know who she is, I swear,” I plead with him.

  Maybe he doesn’t believe a word I say anymore, but I’m not lying to him. I seriously have no idea who that woman was.

  Times like these, I wish like hell I could read his mind, but it’s no use. He doesn’t say a word; he just gets up from his seat and asks the security guard to take him to where the woman is being held. I watch them both walk out without so much as another word between them and I don’t know what the hell is going on.

  Staring at the four white walls of my hospital room, I feel like the room is caving in on me, so I get out of bed and pull the little finger thingy off before making my way to the door. As soon as I open it, I see the back of Wren’s head as he talks to the woman in the hall with the guard right behind her.

  When she reaches up to run her fingers along his jaw, I feel my stomach sink. Is that his girlfriend? My hand goes to my stomach that is still swollen and I have to fight back the tears for the second time in the last few minutes. Why is my life like an episode of a damn telenovella? Nothing I seem to do is right.

  I hobble down the hallway toward the NICU instead of watching them any longer. The nurse helps me into the chair and I just stare at the little boy in the plastic crib. He’s beautiful and looks so much like Wren that it’s scary.

  I sanitize my hands before running my fingers along his sweet little face. I can’t wait to be able to go home with him.

  “Have you picked a name for this little one yet?” the nurse asks from behind me.

  “No, not yet. I had a few names picked out, but nothing seems to fit him now that he’s here.”

  His little fingers wrap around mine and I fall in love all over again. The first time I got to hold him, I cried like a baby. I never knew how powerful it would feel to give another little human life and his is one that I never want to live without.

  I hold my precious little boy until I can barely keep my eyes open. When the nurse helps me back to my room, I don’t even bother looking for Wren. I am so done with him and whatever it is we had together. He can spend as much time as he wants with his son, but that’s it.

  Part of me never wants to see him again, but now that he knows about our son, there isn’t anything I can do to keep him away. He already said as much the day he was born.

  Closing my heavy eyes, I let sleep take me before I start worrying about things like how I’m going to pay these medical bills and get a car seat before we are discharged. The nurse said that I would more than likely be discharged tomorrow while the little man has a few more days still. Looks like I will be using my small savings to buy everything he needs now instead of in the next few months like I had planned.

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  Waking up the next morning, I roll over to my side and see Wren sitting in the chair next to the bed with his fingers steepled in front of his face. His elbows are on his thighs and I can only imagine what he’s thinking about right now.

  I’ve made a mess of his life and I know that there is nothing that I can do or say to make anything better. His friends are right, I should have stayed away from him in Las Vegas. Hell, I still don’t even know what they are doing here. I moved to the place that I thought no one would find me, but clearly I was wrong. So fucking wrong.

  I stare at him for a good minute before he says anything.

  “I know you’re awake.”

  His voice is hoarse like he’s been drinking all night long and when he turns those green eyes on me, I melt. Just like every other time.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask when he doesn’t say anything else.

  “The nurse mentioned that he doesn’t have a name yet.”

  I shrug, not really wanting to talk to him about it. Originally I was going to name him something using Wren’s first name as his middle name, but I didn’t know his last name.

  “I had a name picked out, but then I realized that I didn’t even know your last name. I slept with you and didn’t even know more than your first name.” I bite the ins
ide of my lip before continuing. “I don’t even know what state you live in,” I huff out in frustration.

  A stupid grin appears on his face and I hate that he is even smiling right now when all I want to do is cry.

  “If you looked up our band, you would have figured out where we are from.”

  I narrow my eyes at him when he doesn’t just say it.

  He grabs his phone, pulling up the web browser before typing in their band name and handing it over to me. I scan over the information quickly and see where it says they are from.

  “No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “You live here in Cape Cod?”

  He nods his head and that damn grin never leaves his face.

  “What where you going to name him?” he finally asks after that damn grin on his face leaves.

  “Either Mason Wren or Oshea Sebastian.” I start to mess with my hands and he reaches out to put his hands on mine, stopping me from nervously picking at my nails.

  “Jericho, why are you so nervous around me now? I’ve done things to your body that would cause a nun to blush or even faint and now, every time you look at me it’s like you can’t get away from me fast enough.”

  I close my eyes because in a way it’s true. I don’t know what to even think or do around him. I’ve ruined his perfectly hidden life.

  “You’ve lost a lot because of me and I don’t want you to have to lose more. Just give me your input and we can name him.”

  He sighs, not giving me an answer right away.

  “Mason,” he finally answers before getting up and walking toward the door. As he opens it, he turns to me and says, “Mason Sebastian Scott.”

  He shuts the door softly behind him and I curl my body up as much as I can handle as I start to cry.

  I don’t even know why I’m crying other than the fact that his name is perfect, just like that little boy.

  Grabbing my phone from the table beside the bed, I go to the gossip site and type in his band name. Hundreds of articles pop up and one by one, I start to read them to find out just how badly I’ve messed up his life in the short amount of time that I’ve known him.