Wayward Beginning (Wayward Saints MC Book 3) (7 page)

Chapter Thirteen

As soon as Trace tells me he has the info, we leave Henley’s office. I want to get the bastard who is threatening her. I don't do well when my people are threatened. Henley will always be under our protection.

We make our way out of the building and to our bikes.

"Prez?” Trace says before he puts his sunglasses on.

"Yeah, Trace?" I ask. I don't have the patience for the question I know is on the tip of his tongue.

"Is she gonna be able to get Jace and Dom off? Shocked, I look over at him and he smirks. "Well, I was gonna ask the other question, but you have a pissed off expression on your face, so I didn't." We both laugh. "But did you see the way Sutter was watching her? It's almost like he wanted to go after you for even going near her." He shakes his head and lights a cigarette.

"Sutter wants Henley?' I ask. He just nods his head, but doesn't say anything else. Mulling that over, I signal for us to ride.

When we get back to the club house, I go in search of Brant. I need him to oversee the case and Henley. The more I'm around her, the more I want to own her. That’s not something I want to get involved in.

I finally see him over by the bar, one of the whores trying to get his attention. If that bastard ever cheats on my little girl, he won't have to ever worry about getting another girl pregnant.

I watch him for a second as the blonde with barely there clothing is trying to sit on his lap. He keeps pushing the bitch away, which makes me glad my daughter chose him. I didn't want this life for her, but there was nothing I could do to change her mind once she laid eyes on him.

Walking over to Brant, I slap my hand on his shoulder and he flinches. I turn to her. "Hey, slut, get the fuck off my son-in-law, and get the fuck out of my bar." I watch her expression change from one of lust to one of terror. It’s good to know that I still scare some of these fuckers.

"What's up, Prez?" he says with a smirk. He knows I was watching him. It’s still crazy to see him change so much since Anslie, Remington, and Severye got here. Seeing the expression on my face, he says, "You think I would really cheat on your daughter?" He spins around in his chair to face me.

"Naw, Brant. I know you love her and wouldn't hurt her like that." He nods. "Anyway, I need you to deal with the lawyer for Dom and Jase's case."

He looks at me before slowly replying, "Sure, Prez. Whatever you need."

Distance. I just need distance from her to get my feelings to disappear.

"I'll text you her number. Do whatever you need to get them off,” I state, then turn to walk out the door.

He mumbles something as I am walking away, but I can’t make it out. It’s probably something smart ass as always.

"Oh, yeah. Keep someone on her. She's being threatened and I don't want anything to happen to her." I don't even wait to hear his reply. I know he will get things done without complaining.

I make my way to my bike and head home.

A few hours after I get home, there is a knock at my front door. It's four in the afternoon and I'm pretty sure no one knows I'm here. Looking through the blinds, I see my three favorite people standing there. I open it with a smile on my face.

"Gampa!" Sev and Remy both yell out as they tackle my legs. Who knew two toddlers could almost take me down. When I look up at my daughter, I see the happiness written all over her face. It's been a long time since I've seen her
this
happy.

"Hi, Daddy,” she states, a smile on her face. She's up to something. I need to figure it out before it costs me something.

The boys hanging onto my legs, I walk into the house, Anslie closing the door behind us. I sit my grandsons on the couch and grab a book from the counter. Bringing it back to them, their eyes light up and they try and grab it from my hands. I hand it to them without much of a fight and they sit happily, trying to read it. It sounds more like they are just making things up, but it's funny to hear.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of my three favorite people visiting me?" I ask, an eyebrow raised. She looks over at the boys and rubs her belly. I still can't believe that asshole got my little girl pregnant
again
.

"Why are you making Brantley take over dealing with the pretty lawyer?"

I should have known. Since the shit went down with Gunner, he tells her pretty much everything. As much as I want to punch that kid, I know she would have annoyed him until he told her.

"Sweetheart, don't worry about it,” I state, walking into the kitchen to get a couple of juice boxes for the boys.

When I come back with them, I stick the straws in and hand them each one. “Tank you, Gampa,” they say, going back to reading their book.

"Daddy, I know you have something going with her. So why don't you just go for it? She's really pretty, and I can tell you like her.”

“Sweetheart, you know I love you, but don’t worry about my love life. I can handle it on my own.”

She looks at me with sad eyes. “Is it because Mom hurt you? Is that why you won't give that pretty lawyer a chance? She was looking at you like I look at Brant. Don’t let my bitch of a mom ruin you for someone who deserves to see the great man you are. I love you, Dad, and I just want you to be happy.”

What can I say to that? Through the years, I tried not to let her know how much pain her mother caused me, but I think she always knew.

“Baby girl, I wish I never met your mother, but then I wouldn't have you and those little boys right now. She gave me the most precious gift in the world. I just wish I would have done something sooner. I hate knowing what the bitch put you through. She never deserved you.”

I can see the tears start to well up in her eyes, but she smiles and wipes them away. “Sorry, these damn pregnancy hormones are throwing me for a loop.”

Deciding to drop the subject of my love life, we spend the next few hours hanging out with the boys and talking about the baby. I can’t believe my little girl is all grown up. Time sure flies. It seems like just yesterday that she was a little girl with missing front teeth, asking me to play Barbies with her.

I hear a knock and Anslie looks over at me. I shrug. I’m not expecting anyone.

Before I can get to the door, it opens, Brant and Henley standing there. “Sorry to drop by, Prez, but she had a note on her car when she got off work. I didn’t want to take any chances.”

I nod and take in her appearance. Her eyes are wide and she’s shaking. I hear the boys yelling at their dad, and Anslie comes over to usher Henley into the house. The twins come running over and Brant picks them both up.

“What did it say?”

He passes me the picture.

Fuck. How the fuck did they get a picture of me and Henley in my room? I pull out my phone and call my VP. “Nick, I need a prospect and the bug sweeper at my house. Now.”

I hear him hollering at someone, then he gets back on the phone. “Sending one your way.”

Hanging up, I turn back to Brant. “When he gets here, find it,” I grit out through clenched teeth. Someone is fucking with the wrong person.

I look over at Henley, who is sitting with Anslie on the couch. She looks ready to cry, but she doesn't let a tear fall. Her strength amazes me. Anslie is trying to get her to talk, but she stays silent.

After about fifteen minutes, the prospect arrives and Brant takes him to my room to check for bugs. Not even ten minutes later, Brant comes back, holding a camera.

How the fuck did someone plant a camera in my room? I guess it doesn't help that I am hardly ever in this house. When Henley sees the camera, she looks like she’s going to be sick.

Fuck me
.

She gets up and rushes to the bathroom. Anslie trails behind her, but stays outside the door. I can hear them talking through the door and feel a little bit better. If anyone can help her through this, it’s Anslie.

“Brant, update my security. Have Trace find out who planted this, too. I want answers!” I roar.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the twins flinch, which makes me feel terrible. I know I just scared the crap out of them, but I’m so fucking pissed. Brant sends the prospect back to the club house with the camera and he walks to the boys.

“Prez, I’m gonna get them home, then I’ll work on the rest.”

I nod and watch him gather up the toys the boys brought with them, then drags Anslie away from the bathroom door. She kisses me on the cheek before trailing her family out the door.

Once the front door is shut, I walk over to the bathroom. I can hear Henley’s whimpers through the door, and it tears at my heart. Slowly opening the door, I see Henley sitting on the toilet seat, tears running down her beautiful face. Her makeup is smudged and she looks broken. When she finally looks up at me, my heart breaks for her.

"Cason…,” she whispers hoarsely.

I go to her and sink down to my knees next to her. Wrapping my arms around her, she sobs into my chest. No matter how hard I try to keep her at arm's length, I want to be the one who takes away the pain. I kiss her hair and soothe her the best I can.

"Hen, I won't let anyone hurt you." I whisper.

I feel her suck in a breath and her breathing starts to settle. Standing up, I pull her up and into my arms. Walking out of the bathroom, I make my way down the hall and into my room. Setting her down on my bed, I kiss her lips and start to walk away. I have a phone call I need to make and I don't want to do it in front of her.