Wayward Beginning (Wayward Saints MC Book 3) (18 page)

Chapter Thirty-Four

The last time I was this fucking scared was when Anslie had been kidnapped, and Brantley had been shot. All I know is I never want to watch someone I care about get hurt again.

No matter the outcome, Nikki was going to die. If Bentley didn’t pull the trigger, I would have. No one will ever come after my family and walk away from it.

“Henley, are you okay?” I ask, looking her over. I see a cut on the side of her face but, other than that, she looks fine.

She doesn’t answer me, but she does cling tighter. I wish I could have kept her from having to witness that. She’s too pure for the violence in the MC world, but I can’t give her up. I know I should protect her better, but how do I protect her from someone who was supposed to be her friend?

Part of me thinks there is more there than meets the eye, but I have no proof. I barely remember that girl from when the boys were younger, but I sure as hell never would have said “I love you” to any of their little fuck buddies. Sutter must have known she was crazy and set her up…or maybe it was Selena.

When Bentley walks over to us, Henley looks up at him with tears in her eyes. She releases me and throws her arms around him. He looks at me in shock, then relaxes when I nod at him. I hear her sobs as she thanks him for saving her life. He tries to shrug it off, but she just says thank you over and over again.

He looks over at me.
Dad, help
. I grab her arm and pull her back over to me.

“Cason, I’m so sorry. I tried to call, but she broke my phone, then hit me with something when I tried to use the office phone.”

I brush the hair out of her face. “Babe, it’s fine. I had a feeling something was wrong, so I got here as soon as I could.”

I lead her towards a chair and walk to get her some water, telling Bent to call the cops.

When I return with water, I sit on the desk next to her. I can’t help but worry that she’s not really okay.

“I’m proud of you. You did amazing. You know I just said what I did to get her to give me the gun, right?” I ask.

She nods, but doesn’t look at me. I can tell she’s upset and I want nothing more than to be able to comfort her. Gently grabbing her face, I force her to look into my eyes.

“Henley, I love you more than any other woman I’ve ever been with. I’m sorry, but you’re stuck with me now.”

I kiss her lips, and I can feel the ghost of a smile appear on her face.

“I love you, too, Cason. More than you’ll ever know,” she says with a shaky breath.

Waiting for the cops to show up is about as eventful as a dog taking a shit. I try to keep Henley from looking over at Nikki, but I can see her glance over every once in a while. Every time she does, the tears start to fall again. My girl is strong, but seeing a dead body is definitely not easy.

When the cops show up, they ask all sorts of questions. They try to get us to confess to murdering Nikki in cold blood, but Henley sets them straight. When they finally decide we aren’t lying about what happened, they let us go home. We write up statements and tell them to call if they need any other information.

A little after ten, I finally get Henley home. She is exhausted and I can tell she is still upset. I start the shower and slowly undress her. Her eyes are puffy, and she still has a few stray tears falling down her cheeks. I’m not sure if all the tears are because of what happened or from the pregnancy hormones, but I’m not about to ask. Instead, I decided to take care of her and, hopefully, help get her to relax.

Stripping out of my own clothes, I lead her to the shower and pull her under the hot water with me.

I take my time washing Henley’s body and hair before quickly washing myself. Once I’m done, I shut off the water and grab a towel to wrap around her. When I start to grab another towel, she stops me.

“Cason, did you ever have a relationship with Nikki?” Her voice is quiet and I’m not sure I heard her correctly. I understand why she’s asking, but I thought she knew me better than that.

“No, baby. I don’t even really know her. She used to come by the house and mess around with Robbie when they were in high school, but that’s all the contact we’ve ever had. I caught her sneaking out of his room one night and I told her to go home. That’s it. She made all that other stuff up in her head.” I wrap her in my arms and kiss her lips. “You’re my girl and that will never change. She was just jealous. We have it all, babe. We have a love most people search their whole lives for, and we have a baby on the way. Plus, we have a family who would die and kill for us. Who wouldn’t be jealous?”

For the first time in about two hours, I hear her giggle. I never knew I would miss that sound as much as I did.

“Just so you know, you freaked out my boy. He isn’t much for the hugging, so he wasn’t sure what to do.”

I see her smile appear again and it makes me smile, too. “I could tell. He was stiff when I hugged him.”

I laugh. “Baby, that sounds bad,” I say with a smirk.

She smacks me in the stomach. “That’s gross! Now I won’t be able to look him in the eye.”

Smirking, I grab a towel and dry myself. Throwing it over the shower door, I take Henley’s towel and dry her. Tossing her towel next to mine, I lead her to our bed, then walk over to turn off the lights. Getting into bed, pulling her body close, I take in her scent and memorize every inch of her before closing my eyes.

Epilogue

Four Months Later

I never thought I would get a second chance at happiness. Staring down at my beautiful baby, I know I have been blessed.

Over the last few months, I never left Henley’s side, which was driving her crazy. She begged me to go on a run with my guys, but I refused. I didn’t want to miss one thing when it came to this baby. I wanted to be there for every second of the delivery.

When she finally convinced me to go, by giving me the best blow job of my life, I knew I would regret it.

When Henley went into labor tonight, I was still on the run, but Anslie was there for her through the whole thing. I barely made it in time to witness the birth.

At 6:42pm, Gina Paige came into this world screaming. She was six pounds, seven ounces, and nineteen inches long. From the minute I laid eyes on her, I knew I would be wrapped around her little finger, just like I am with her mother and big sister.

I kiss Henley’s head. I can’t believe how much she has changed my life in such a short amount of time.

“I’m so proud of you, angel. She’s perfect.” I carefully place our daughter into her arms and kiss both their heads.

“She is,” she states with a big grin. “I love you so much, Cason.”

We spend the next hour just watching her sleep. I forgot what it was like to be the father to a newborn, but we got some time with our grandson, Braxton, before our little angel was born.

An hour later, I hear a knock at the door. Quietly, I make my way to it and see Anslie standing there with Brant and Bent.

“Dad, can we see her now?” she asks, a huge smile on her face. Ever since she gave birth a few months ago to a healthy baby boy, Anslie has been dying for Hen to give birth.

She gives me her puppy dog eyes, and the guys both start to laugh. I shoot them both dirty looks, then lead the way into the room. The rest of the boys are still on the run, but they will stop by on their way back.

Anslie pushes me out of the way so she can get to Henley and Gina. I watch my girls, a smile on my face. Things with the club are going good, and I have the best family anyone could ask for.

“She’s beautiful, Prez,” Brant says, slapping me on the back.

“Yeah, pops. It’s a good thing she looks like Henley,” Bent says with a smirk.

“Yes, she does. When she gets older, I’m gonna need you boys to put the fear of God into those little boys who think they can date her,” I say with a smile. If she’s anything like her momma or sister, I am going to be in for a whole mess of trouble, and I’ll need all the help I can get.

The End

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A Sneak Peek of

Wayward Son

Wayward Saints MC Series

By K. Rene
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Prologue

Collette

Tonight is going to be a great night. Danny and I are celebrating our two-year anniversary. I can't believe it's been two years already. Time has flown by and I'm deliriously happy.

Due to our conflicting schedules, I haven't seen Danny in the last two days. He’s a lawyer and has been working crazy hours on a new case. Hell, I've been busy with school and work, too. However, tonight is all about us.

I pull up to Danny's apartment and let myself in with the key he gave me last year. I'm going to surprise him with a little striptease.

When I walk in, I hear music playing, but don't see Danny in the living room.

I walk into the bedroom and see clothing tossed on the floor. I bend down to pick them up and find a tiny red G-string…and they aren't mine.

When I hear noises coming from the balcony, I make my way towards it.

"Harder, baby. Fuck me harder,” a woman moans.

I stop. I hear grunts, then Danny says, "Baby, you take my dick way better than Coley does."

I feel like I'm going to be sick.

I can't stop myself from moving closer to the sounds. When I come to the door, I see Danny thrusting into a short, blonde girl from behind.

I put my hand over my mouth to keep from crying out, then turn and run out of Danny’s apartment. I don't even worry about the door.

I recognized that tattoo.
I can't believe she would do this to me
.

I can't stay here, so I go home and pack. After loading up my car, I pull it back out of my apartment complex and drive. I'm not sure where I'm going, but I will know it when I get there.