Wayward Son (Wayward Saints MC Book 4) (9 page)

Brant turns my way and has a weird expression on his face. It's a cross between disbelief and laughter. I hear Coley's intake of breath and I look over to where she's looking.
 

"Dominic who the hell is this whore and why is she here demanding to talk to you?" My sister's voice keeps getting louder. Looking over at the girl, I rack my brain trying to figure out who she is.
 

Coley is trying to get her hand out of mine, but I won't let her go.
 

Leaning into Coley, I whisper in her ear. "Don't go anywhere," I growl in her ear. Her eyes snap up to mine and I know she's about to tell me to go fuck myself. I give her a look and she closes her mouth.
 

Looking over to the girl again I try to place her, but I can't. She's holding an infant and staring at me like I fucking killed her dog. "Who the hell are you?" I ask looking between her and my sister. Anslie looks ready to pounce, but I have no idea why.

 
"Well Dom let me introduce you to our son, Axle," her voice, it sounds familiar, but I can’t place it. This kid can't be mine. I know for sure that I’ve never fucked this bitch. "How the fuck do you know that kid is mine?" I ask. I don't even know what to think.
 

Coley breaks free from my grip and walks off with Anslie following her. "Deal with this Dom," my sister hisses as she walks by. I hear Brant chuckle and I want to put my fist into his face.
 

"Let me guess you don't even remember the night we were together? I should have known better. But I couldn't pass up on a night in bed with you, so I went against everything I am, and slept with you," she shakes her head.
 

She sighs. "If you don't believe me, let's get a test done."
 

"Fine. Give me your number and I'll call you with the time and place," I say through gritted teeth. Great, just one more fucking thing to add to my list of things to do.
 

She gives me a piece of paper with her name and number on it and then walks away with the baby. I can't take my eyes off of the baby. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I know its Brant.
 

"Fuck man. He looks just like you."
 

Shit that's not what I wanted to hear.

Turning to Brant I just shake my head. "Fuck. How the hell did you handle this with my sister?" I ask.
 

He smirks, "I fucked her after I found out."
 

Shaking my head, I look back to where she walked away. "You and I both know I'm not gonna fuck her. I don't want to ruin things with Coley."

"You really like her yeah?" he asks looking over his shoulder at Anslie and Coley.
 

Looking over at them, I get a smile on my face. "Yeah I do. There's something about her that draws me in. Almost like I'm addicted already."
 

Slapping me on the back he chuckles. "Welcome to my world asshole. Find out if you're the father, even though it's pretty obvious, keep fighting for Coley. Don't make the same mistakes I did."
 

Brant walks over to Anslie and leads her away from Coley.

Now is as good of a time as any to talk to Coley about this shit.
 

Making my way over to Coley, I watch her eyes roam my body. This could be a good sign. Let's just hope she doesn't freak out at the possibility of me being a father.

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The minute I saw the bleach blonde with the car seat, I knew what she was going to say to Dom. I could see the hate in her eyes as she looked at me.
 

I didn't want to be part of that situation, but Dom wouldn't let go of my hand. As much as I want to stick around with Dom, I'm not sure I can deal with a baby momma and all the drama that it entails.
 

When I finally get my hand free from his grasp, I make my way far away for the situation. What I don't count on is Anslie coming after me.
 

"Coley please wait," she says as she gets closer to me. Stopping at the bar, I ask one of the guys to get me a shot of anything. He nods his head and Anslie sits next to me. She orders a water and stares at me. "Please tell me you’re not gonna run just because he may have a son."
 

Looking up at her, I know I'm probably making a mistake, but I believe that he will do the right thing and try to make things work with her. He's a good guy, even if he's a biker.

"I don't know Anslie. Men like your brother want women like her. She's everything I'm not. She just screams biker and I don't." Sighing, I down my shot and ask for another.
 

"Dom and I will never make it."

She spins her chair towards me and leans in to whisper to me. "Sweetheart, Brant and I have been there and done that, so I don't want to hear it. I was married when Brant and Dom brought me back here. So if it feels right, like I think it does, then you have to grab life and take a chance. What if you never meet someone like him? Brant and I have had our problems just like any other couple, but I get a feeling around him. It's like my body and soul know we belong together."

I stare at her with my mouth wide open. Could she really mean that? I mean I feel this weird connection to Dom, but that doesn't mean we are meant to be.
 

"How can you be so sure someone is meant for the other person?" I question. We haven't known each other long enough to know if we were meant to be together.
 

"Okay, no one other than the club knows this, but I'm going to tell you." I watch her take a drink of her water, and then a deep breath before she starts her story.
 

"So I moved here when I was sixteen. I lived with my mom before I came out here to live with my dad and brothers. My dad is the president of the Wayward Saints MC. All my brothers are part of the club. I met Brantley at the club house during a family barbecue. Immediately I felt this weird connection to him. It was almost like I was drawn to him. Over the next year we got to know each other, and then he was sent away. Our dads didn't like the fact that we had gotten so close. I went to college in Seattle and he went to the charter in Oregon. When I was eighteen, we ran into each other again. We were away from the club and finally alone. We couldn't deny the attraction anymore, so we gave in."
 

She smiles and then looks away for a second. I don't know what is going to come of this story, but I listen anyway.
 

"One of my brothers got shot and I had to come home. When I did, I was kidnapped by some asshole who wanted revenge against Brant and the club. After they rescued me, Brant took off. A couple months later, I found out I was pregnant." I can see the tears forming in her eyes.
 

"I tried to tell him, but he wouldn't respond to my calls or text messages. I ended up marrying a guy who told me he would take care of me and the babies. I was stupid and thought that it was the right choice, but I was so wrong. My ex-husband hurt me and when he almost hit one of the boys, I knew I needed to get away. My best friend Casey is actually the one who called Brant and told him what happened. When they first arrived, I was terrified of what he would think about me. I knew he would hate me for not telling him about the boys."

Anslie sniffled and wiped her nose on her hand. "You don't have to tell me anymore, Anslie," I whisper.
 

She takes a deep breath before continuing. "He was mad at first, but the sparks were still there. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. When we got back to Vegas, I found out he had an old lady. Let's just say things didn't go well. We fought, but we ended up back together. I know in my heart that we are truly meant for each other. He's taken a bullet for me and would do anything for our boys. I still feel the spark that we have always had. I don't know what I would do without him. The way Brant looks at me is the same way my brother was looking at you before the skank came in the door."
 

I am at a loss for words. How do I argue that? Do Dom and I have the same love that Anslie and Brantley do?
 
My head starts to spin. I need to get out of here.
 

Before I can make my escape, Brant comes walking over to us and pulls Anslie off her bar stool and wipes her eyes. He leads her away and I can feel Dom staring at me. The hair on my neck stands up, and before I can move, his chest is against my back.

"Coley please stay," he says quietly.

Turning towards him, I stare into his eyes. "Why?" I can't think of anything else. I know it's a stupid question, but I want him to tell me why I should stay.
 

He gets so close to me that I can feel his body heat through our clothes.
 

"I want you to stay because you are the only woman I've met that makes me feel. Really feel something." I look into his eyes and I know I shouldn't say it, but I can't help it.

"What about Tiffany? Didn't she make you feel too?"
 
My voice is low and almost unrecognizable. I see him flinch and I know I shouldn't have said anything about her.
 

He shakes his head and then looks at the bar. "Not like you do. Give us a chance. I'll probably piss you off way more than anything else, but I want to try." I set my hand on top of his and bump into him with my hip.
 

"Okay," I whisper. He looks over at me with a wide smile. Before any other words can be exchanged, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
 

I yelp and he just slaps my ass. He takes me back down the hall and into his room. People try to stop and talk to him, but he's having none of it. Once we get to his room, he tosses me on the bed and locks the door.
 

Instead of his usual demand for me to get naked, he slowly strips my clothes off of me, and then strips himself bare. He cuddles in behind me and pulls the blanket to cover us both.
 

"Thank you Coley," he whispers against my hair. I cuddle into him more and his hand squeezes my hip.

Closing my eyes, I pray that everything works out for us, because overnight I think I’ve fallen for him.
 

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