Wayward Son (Wayward Saints MC Book 4) (26 page)

“I ran from a past of being told what to do and who to be with. You opened my eyes to a new and better love than I ever knew. I would do anything for you and Axle. Loving you comes easy to me, and even when you’re the biggest pain in the ass I know, I still know you’d do anything for me.” I hear Brant snort and I can’t help but smile. “I can’t wait to see what our life together brings, and I am so ready for this ride with you.”
 

The smile on his face is all the confirmation I need, to know that I’m making the right choice. The minister has us exchange rings, and then pronounces us man and wife. “You may kiss your bride,” he says as Dom dips me, and lays a kiss full of tongue on my mouth.
 

Anslie and Brant whoop and holler causing Axle to cry. Dom finally pulls me up, and Axle is reaching for me. Grabbing him, I see the tears running down his little face. I wipe his tears, and kiss his cheeks. He starts to smile and Dom kisses his head too, pulling us into his arms.
 

“Congratulations you guys!” Anslie says wrapping her arms around us. Brant joins in too, causing the minster to look at us funny. Once they release us, we make our way out of the wedding area. The girl from before comes and has us sign the marriage certificate that I didn’t know we had. Anslie and Brant both sign it before handing the paper back to the lady. She tells us she’ll take care of the rest, so we make our way back into the casino.
 

Anslie hugs Dom and kisses his cheek, “Love you big brother.”
 

Brant pulls me and Axle into a hug, “Welcome to the family.”
 

They switch positions and both hug us. “I’m so glad you’re my sister now! I’ve always wanted one,” she says with a huge smile.
 

“Thank you. I’m so glad to be part of your family.” She kisses my cheek before walking over to Brant, and wrapping her arms around his waist. Her little belly is cute on her, and I can only wish I look as good as her if I got pregnant.
 

“We’re heading home so I can fuck your sister the rest of the night, since my mom has the boys. I’ll call you tomorrow Dom,” Brant says leading Anslie away.
 

Dom just shakes his head and pulls me closer to him. We make our way out of the casino and to the valet.
 

They pull the truck around, and I can’t wait to go home and celebrate our marriage, just the two of us. The last couple months have been crazy, but I wouldn’t change anything for this moment.

Epilogue

Five Years Later

The last few years have been crazy for the Wayward Saints and I am just glad that shit is finally starting to calm the fuck down. Tonight my father came to the house out of the blue and surprised the fuck out of me.
 

Ever since my little sister was born, I knew he was thinking about stepping away from being the president, but Henley wouldn’t let him. I knew I liked her. She kept my old man on his toes.
 

When he walked into my house, I knew something was up.
 

“Hey kid. Where are my grandkids at?” he asks looking around the quiet house. Coley had taken the kids to the movies with Anslie, so they’d be gone for another hour. Hell, I’m pretty sure Henley went with them so he has to know.
 

“What’s up Pops? It’s not like you to come over unannounced,” I state watching him. He runs his hands down his face and leaves his arms on his legs.
 

“We need to talk about the club,” he pauses and looks me in the eyes. “Kid I’m damn tired and I want to be there to watch Gina grow up. I made a lot of mistakes with you boys and Anslie and I don’t want to do it again with her.”
 

Nodding my head, I get it. Hell, my old man is gonna turn sixty, and running this club isn’t always easy. Shit we’ve had more problems lately than we’ve ever had in the history of the club.
 

“What are you saying?” I ask. I want him to tell me what he wants me to do.

“Dom, I think it’s time for me to step down and let you run the show. I know you’re gonna make a fucking great leader for us. I have all the faith in the world that you will keep this club running just like I have.”
 

Fuck.
 

“Are you leaving permanently?” I ask.

“Naw kid, just stepping down from President. I have a little girl who needs me and a mess of grandkids between you kids. I want to be able to spend some time with them.” I can tell how much this is killing him inside. This club has been his life since before I was born.
 

“You sure?” I ask looking him in the eye.

He nods his head.
 

“I heard Nick was wanting to step back too. Is that what brought this on?” I’m curious because they’ve always run this club together.
 

“Yeah he mentioned it. Kid we are just tired. We’re not leaving, just letting our boys pave the way for the younger guys. I see the way the men react to you. They are loyal to you and Brant. I know you’ll both do fine.”
 

I watch him stand up and I know this is it. He grabs a knife from his jeans and cuts the patch off of his cut. I stand up and watch him. He pulls me in for a hug and pats me on the back.
 

“Make me proud kid,” he says handing the patch to me, before he walks out my front door.
 

Later that night

Before going to bed, I walk into Axle’s room to make sure he turned off his light, and then make my way to Harley’s room. Standing in the door way, I can’t help but smile at my princess.
 

The day Coley told me she was pregnant, I knew things were gonna get better. She is the spitting image of her mother, and I couldn't be happier. I walk in and tuck her in, before kissing her forehead. At two years old, she is hell on wheels, and will be probably tougher than Axle and Brant’s sons.
 

Making my way to bed, I strip down, and climb in next to my wife. Curling my body around hers, I breathe in her scent, and relax.
 

Her hand grips my wrist and I tuck her into my body more. “Mmm. Hi baby,” she whispers.
 

“Hey sweetness,” I sigh.
 

“What’s wrong?” she asks turning her head so she can look at me.
 

Shaking my head, I sigh and bury my neck in her neck. “My old man stopped by earlier while you guys were gone,” I say.
 

She looks at me for a minute before urging me to continue. “He turned the club over to me.” Her eyes widen and a smile appears on her face.
 

“Congrats babe. I know how much it means to you. You’ll be an amazing president,” she says kissing me. “I have one hundred percent faith in you. I love you so much.”
 

Kissing her deeply, I pull back and say, “I love you more. Thank you baby for everything and being the best wife and mother I could ever want for Axle and Harley.”
 

The End

(Well for now…)

An Unedited Sneak Peek of

Wayward Trouble

Wayward Saints MC Series

Book Five

By K. Renee
 

Prologue

Three Weeks Ago

Wynter

I’ve been running for the last six months and I have no clue if or when he is going to find me. All I know is that I can’t make any mistakes. What he doesn’t know is that I’ve been hiding in plain sight for months and that might be my only advantage right now.
 

With no other family to turn to, I have been just getting by – barely.
 

I stay in different places every night and pray that no one finds me and turns me in for trespassing.

Breaking into someone’s apartment was never part of my plan. I had been sitting in the parking lot, watching the people come and go for a few days and I never seen anyone come and go from this particular apartment. Maybe no one actually lives there? When it got dark, I made my way through the bushes and picked the lock.
 

Walking in the room, I see that someone does in fact live here and seems to be very messy. Who am I to complain, I’m pretty much homeless. At last they have a place to call their own. Beer bottles litter the counter and there are dirty clothes everywhere.
 

Checking the fridge, I don’t see any actual food, so I doubt that whoever rents this place will be here very often.
 

I drop my bag on the floor and start to pick up some of the mess. I guess it’s the least I can do if I’m going to be squatting in their apartment while they are gone.
 

Walking into the bathroom, I’m pretty sure I’m going to gag. The smell is awful and I have no idea how this person hasn’t gagged on the stench alone.

What is it about men that make them not know how to use the toilet without peeing on the seat or on the floor? So freaking gross.

Searching the cabinets, I look for any cleaner I can find and get to work on cleaning up a bit to make this place somewhat not disgusting. Maybe that’s why this person is never here. Looking through the drawers and cabinets, I notice that there is not one thing that belongs to a woman. He must be a bachelor, a very messy one at that.

That’s too bad. If he had a woman, then maybe he wouldn’t have such a dirty apartment. I just hope I can use this to my advantage. Maybe this means I’ll be able to come and go as I please. That would be a huge plus for me.

Once I clean a majority of the apartment, I take out two trash bags of beer bottles and garbage and toss them into the big dumpster a few buildings over.
 

I wonder if he will even notice that I cleaned the place for him when he finally comes home.
 

I keep a few of the empty bottles to stack next to the door just in case he comes back and I’m here. I want to make sure I have a heads up that he’s coming into the apartment. Not that it would do much for me, I’m still breaking and entering and I have no idea who this person is or what he will do to me when he finds me in here. I guess it’s better than the alternative though.