Wayward Angel (14 page)

Chapter Twenty Three

The moment I heard Gunner say Anslie was in trouble, my anger got the best of me. I pushed Kendall off me and ordered the club on standby. Fuck! I'm going to kill whoever is putting his hands on my girl.

Damnit, she's not mine anymore. I ruined that the day I walked away from her three years ago.

Thinking about what Casey said today makes me want to kill the sorry son of a bitch. I feel Kendall run her hands up and down my arms, but I wave her off. She starts to pout and goes to pull my boxer briefs down. I push her off again and grab my jeans. She whines when I walk out of the room, without a word to her.

With the phone still to my ear, I call out for Dom in the bar of the clubhouse. He appears to my left like a shadow.

"Dom, Ans is in trouble. We need to roll out."

We both walk out the doors and to our bikes. As I explain the situation to Dom, I shoot Gunner a text and crank my bike to life.

The ride to Seattle is way too fucking long, especially knowing that Anslie is in trouble. It’s making me antsy. We ride sixteen hours straight, only stopping for fuel and to piss.

It’s three A.M. when we pull into town. I lead us to the apartment that I took Anslie home to the night I took her virginity, and I can still feel her body against mine. Shit. I pull my phone out and dial Gunner. He starts to speak before I can even say anything.

"Hey brother, Casey's on her way home now." I hear him muttering that he's gonna beat the fuck out of someone as Casey pulls up, looking relieved to see us.

"B, let me talk to Casey for a sec."

I hand Casey my phone and watch her as she listens.

"Yeah, hold up. Are you sure? Okay, I'll call you later.”

I wonder what the fuck is going on between them. She hangs up and hands the phone back to me.

Dom wraps Casey in a hug and kisses her hair. "Hey guys," she says as I hug her next. "Where's my sister, Case. Who is this bastard?" Dom presses.

She looks down as she answers Dom's question. "It’s Charlie. He’s her husband.” She looks up at me before she continues, “You punched him at Black last time we seen you."

I shake my head in disbelief. "She's married?" I croak out. “To that creep?”

Casey nods. "Gunner said he's going home with some slut right now, so we should probably head over there before he gets back."

Fuck, this bastard is cheating on her
and
knocking her around. I want to put my fist through his face again. Both Dom and I just nod our heads.

Casey insists on driving her car, saying that we will need it when we get there. I don't argue, I just want to get to my girl. I need to know she's okay.

We drive into a rich-looking neighborhood. After a few turns, we pull up to a fancy house with a perfectly manicured lawn. Fuck, I didn't know that asshole had money.

We walk to the door and Casey pulls out her phone to call my girl. When Anslie finally answers, Casey tells her to come to the door. After a few minutes, the lights come on and she slowly opens the front door. I see her beautiful face appear and she still takes my breath away. She's stunning with her messy ponytail, tight tank top and short sleep shorts.

I instantly get hard thinking about her being in bed. Damn. Not now.

I watch her gasp as she realizes that we're here with Casey. Tears fill her eyes when she finally looks in my direction. I see love, hurt, confusion and regret flash in her eyes as we stare at each other.

Dom pulls her into a hug. 'Little girl," he whispers.

She looks over Dom's shoulder at me and asks, "What are you guys doing here?"

Casey speaks up first. "Anslie, you need to think about the future and get away from Charlie. He could kill you next time."

I see the tears start to fall. "Okay," she whispers as she leads us into the house.

"Grab everything you need, Ans,” Dom says as he looks around the room.

Holy shit, this place is nice. The living room is an open floor plan, with big, black, leather couches and a big, grey throw rug in the center of the room. The kitchen has dark granite counters and stainless steel appliances. I would never be able to afford something like this.

"Momma," a small voice whispers as a little boy walks out of the hallway, rubbing his eyes with his tiny fists.

I feel like the breath is knocked out of me when I see his chubby little face and slate grey eyes that are exactly like mine. He looks at me with a shocked expression.

I try to open my mouth to say something, but I can't get the words out.

This must have been why Anslie kept calling and texting me before. She was going to tell me about him.

I hear Dom say, "Fuck. This just keeps getting better."

The little boy with my eyes, dark hair and dimples is still staring at me. "Momma!" he yells out.

Anslie runs to him. "Yeah, baby?" she asks, looking between Dom and me.

"Who dey?" He asks, never takes his eyes off me.

She points over to Dom and says, "This is your uncle Dominic. He's my oldest brother." He looks at Dom and studies him for a minute before he asks, "Wike my budder?"

Brother? He has a brother? Son of a bitch. Anslie not only had my kid, but she has a kid with that asshole, too. I feel the rage growing inside me, and all I can think about is that motherfucker put his kid inside her. It makes me want to beat him to death with my bare hands.

"He wooks wike the pisure,"  the kid says, still watching me. "Is him daddy?" he asks Anslie.

She nods her head yes. He knows about me?

His eyes light up at her confirmation, he runs to me and wraps his chubby little arms around my legs.

I hear him squeal, "I haff ta tell Budder Daddy's hers!" With that, he runs back down the hallway yelling, "Budder, Budder, wakey! Daddy's herewa!"

“Anslie, we need to talk now," I grate out.

She nods and leads me to what I assume is her and Charlie's room.

Once the door is closed, I grab her by her elbow and spin her to face me.

"Doll, he's mine?" I choke out. I stare into her beautiful eyes, searching for an answer. “Yes, they both are," she mumbles.

"Both?"

She looks at the floor and fidgets with her hands. "Remington and Severye. They are identical twins."

"Fuck! Why didn't you fucking tell me about them?" I yell at her. I'm so furious - how could she not tell me that we have two little boys together?

She looks up at me with tears running down her face. "I tried, Brantley. For months, I tried to get you to call me back. But you wouldn't answer any of my calls or text messages. This isn't my fault!" She sneers at me.

Watching her get fired up is making my dick twitch. After calming down a bit, I have to ask, "Were you ever going to tell me, doll?"

"I don't know," she whispers, starting to cry. "I never wanted you to find out this way."

I bring her face up and trail my finger gently along the bruise on her jaw. Her eyes darken with desire, and I pull her against my body and wrap my arm around her waist. "Doll," I breathe. I'm fucking mad as hell at her, but my body craves this girl.

She bites her lip and it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I seal my mouth to hers and run my tongue along her bottom lip, coaxing her to open her pretty little mouth for me. When she finally grants me access, I plunge into it and kiss her harder. Our tongues tangle and dance together as she moans into my mouth and I swallow the sound.

I flip her around and lean her over the bed, my hand snaking up her shirt. Kissing down her neck, I run my fingers up from her flat stomach to her perky tits, pinch her nipple and twist it lightly. She grinds her ass into my rock hard cock. I reach down inside her small shorts and palm her slick pussy, discovering she’s got no panties on. Fuck. This makes me almost come instantly.

Damn, my girl is wet for me. She moves against my hand, trying to get the friction she needs. I rub my hand along her slit and sink one finger into her hot, wet core. She whimpers at the roughness of my assault as I pull her shorts down, then shove my jeans and boxer briefs down to my knees. I stroke my cock a few times before slamming into her, covering her mouth with my hand as she screams out in pleasure. My girl likes it rough. "God, you feel so fucking good, doll," I grunt out.

"Harder," she whimpers as I continue to pound into her from behind. I reach down and rub her pussy until she is panting.

"Brant," she moans loudly. I feel her walls clenching around my cock as I pinch her nipple and smack her ass. She groans and leans her head back into my chest as she shouts my name and I feel her come flooding around my cock. She mews as she comes down from her orgasm. I’m so fucking turned on I can't take it anymore, so I pump into her two more times, before I grunt out my release and fill her pussy with my come.

"Fuck baby, that felt just like coming home." She turns her head to look up at me. "So good." That is the first real smile that I’ve seen on her face since we got here.

A banging at the door startles Anslie. "Hurry the fuck up, B. Stop fucking my sister. Anslie, get your shit packed and get the boys's shit packed. I don't want them to be here if the bastard comes back."

She giggles at her brother catching us. I kiss her hard on the lips and smack her ass. She yelps as I pull my jeans up and button them, before helping her pull her small shorts up.

I walk out and walk straight into the boys. They're both rubbing their eyes, but when they look up at me they smile wide. Casey is busy packing up some of their things.

I notice Dom walking out the front door with a smirk on his face. Cock sucker. 

"Dadda?" one of them asks. I'm not sure which one is which, but hearing them call me daddy has got to be the best feeling in the world. The boys both yawn, so I pick them up and walk them over to the couch. I set them down, but they pull on my hands until I sit with them. They sit on either side of me and cuddle up. I still can't believe I'm their father.

Chapter Twenty Four

I walk out of the room with my bags and find Brantley sitting on the couch with the boys cuddled up. My heart flutters with love at seeing them together. Brant is running his hands up and down their backs, while their heads are resting on his thighs. He is going to make an amazing dad.

When he notices me walking into the room, he looks up and smiles.

"Hey, doll," he whispers.

Tears start to run down my face as Casey walks out of the boys' room with their bags. "I think I got all the important things, Ans.”

I wipe my eyes and swallow the lump in my throat. "Thanks, Case. I’ll grab the car seats and we should be good to go."

Dom walks in, takes the bags out of my hands and goes back outside. I go to the garage and grab the car seats from my car. As I'm walking back inside, someone grabs me from behind. I drop the car seats on the hallway tile as I feel myself get pulled back into the garage.

As soon as the door closes, I hear the voice I never wanted to hear again. ”Where you going, Anslie?" Steve's voice instantly puts me in panic mode as he tightens his grip on my arm, causing me to whimper. "You and I both know that Charlie won't take it too well if you sneak off in the middle of the night, especially with that biker trash you call your family." He wraps my hair around his fist and pushes me to my knees. Just as he unbuckles his belt, Brantley comes barging into the garage.

"Get your fucking hands off her!" he roars. I try to back away, but Steve has my hair in a tight grip.

"Oh, you must be the little bastards' real father." He laughs and yanks my head back. I cry out in pain and he starts talking again. "I've always told your mother that they weren't Charlie's. They look nothing like either of you. I should have known that you'd turn into a biker whore the day your precious daddy came to get you. You'll always be a biker whore, just like your worthless mother."

I watch Brantley clench his jaw and ball up his fists like he's going to attack any second. Steve looks down at me and asks, "Does your daddy know his baby girl is just a biker whore like her mom?" He has an evil grin on his face as he spits out, "You acted too good for me then, but not anymore, huh?"

Everything happens in a flash. Steve releases my hair when Brantley lands a punch to the nose, then hits Steve over and over again. I've never seen Brant so furious before.

"Brant," I whisper, brokenly.

He looks up at me and rushes to my side, leaving Steve wheezing and bleeding all over the floor. He checks me over and pulls me into his arms. "Who the fuck is that?"

I start to cry and he pulls me tighter to his rock-hard body. I cry for a few more minutes before he asks again. "Doll, who is he?"

I hiccup and take a deep breath. "My stepdad."

I hear Steve's labored breathing and a few moans, but he still hasn't moved. Brant walks over and takes his head between both of his hands. I know what comes next, and I turn my head just as Brantley snaps his neck.

When it's done, he walks back over to me and demands that we get the boys out of here. I nod my head and lean into his body, so I can inhale his scent. I can't help the little moan that escapes from my throat. I feel his muscles ripple under my fingers as he lifts me off the floor and carries me inside. He sets me down and we both grab a car seat and head to the living room.

When we walk in, the first thing I notice is the boys huddled together on the couch, which they always do when they're scared. They both have tears on their faces, while Casey is trying to calm them down. They must have heard what was going on in the garage.

Dom walks in and sees the boys, too. "What happened?" he asks.

He looks at me and I slowly say the one name that I know will set my brother off like nothing else. "Steve attacked me in the garage."

"What?" he yells, and the boys flinch.

"Calm down. Dom. You're scaring my boys," Brant says from behind me.

The boys jump off the couch and run over to us. Remy hugs himself around Brant and Sev clings to my legs. Brant bends down, picks Remy up, grabs a car seat and takes it outside. I pick up Sev and Casey grabs the other car seat, bringing it out to the car. Dom tries to stop me, but I wave him off. "Let's get them out of here first and I’ll explain when I know they're safe."

He nods his head and follows me out the door.

Remy is resting his head on Brant's shoulder when I walk out. He looks like he's about to fall asleep as Casey straps both seats in.

I set Severye in his seat and Brant brings Remy to the other. After the boys are buckled in, Brant and Dom get on their bikes and start them. The boys squeal excitedly at the bikes and the noise from their place in the back seat.

We follow them to the Seattle Wayward Saints charter clubhouse. When we get there, the boys are out cold. Casey and I get out of the car and are met by the members of this charter. They look us up and down while licking their lips.

This place makes me nervous. I met a few of these guys at a BBQ a while back, but I can’t remember any of their names, but they welcome Dom and Brantley like they're royalty. Gunner comes up and gives me a kiss on the cheek, then he grabs Casey's ass, pulling her to his body.

I'm so fucking glad to be out of that dick's house and back on home turf. The girls look a little shy at the clubhouse, probably because the brothers are eyeing them up, like they haven't eaten in days. The first thing Gunner does is show his claim over Casey, and I hear her screech as he picks her up.

I walk over to Anslie and pull her to me. I don't want any of these fuckers to even think about touching her. She takes a sharp breath as I nip at her earlobe. "Doll, you're mine. The boys are mine. I'm not sharing you or them with anyone." I feel goose bumps start to form on her body.

"The boys," she whispers. "We need to put them in bed." I lick and kiss my way up her neck.

"Oh, trust me baby, we will. And then you're mine. I'm going to make up for all the time I should have been making your body mine."

She leans into my body and I support her weight. A little moan comes out of her mouth and I instantly get hard. I have to adjust myself before I walk away from her, which makes her giggle. She knows what she does to me.

Dom yells for me to keep my hands off his sister and walks to the car to grab one of the boys. I kiss her one more time before releasing her, then I go grab my other boy. I walk to the car seat and unstrap my mini-me. His hair is messy and his head is leaning in the most uncomfortable way. I have no idea how he can sleep like that.

Anslie leans into my back and whispers, "This one is Remy."

A big smile breaks out on my face. "How do you tell them apart?"

She smiles the most beautiful smile I've ever seen on her face. "Remy is a little taller and has the same dimples and eye color as you. Sev has light grey eyes and a little freckle on his right cheek."

I can see how much she loves these boys. I can't wait to be able to tell them apart and know everything about them just like she does.

I carry Remy over to where Gunner and Casey are standing. Gunner looks at Remy and his eyes go wide. As Dom walks up to us, Gunner looks like he's about to pass out. "Gun, these are my boys, Remington and Severye."

He looks over to Anslie and then to the boys again. "What? I thought you had Charlie's kids?"

Anslie just shakes her head.

“Gun, I need some clean up at Charlie’s. Get someone there before he gets back.” I watch him nod and motion to a few guys.

Dax walks over to us. "Hey boys, nice of you to join us. I hear you have a situation." He looks Anslie up and down before continuing. "How long you boys staying?"

"Just the night," I answer. "Just want the girls and kids to rest before we head back to Vegas. You know how long that drive is."

I watch the way he's looking at Anslie. "These boys yours, sweet thing?"

She nods her head.

"Aren't you a little young to have boys this age?" He smiles down at her, and I pull her into my side, where she clings to me.

I've never really liked this guy and I would knock him out if I didn't have Remy sleeping on my shoulder. President of the club or not, he has to respect me and Dom. We are from the mother charter, so we rank higher than this asshole.

Dom handles the jerk for me. "I suggest you stop eye-fucking my little sister, Dax. President or not, I will lay your ass out if you touch her."

Dax looks over at Dom with shock written all over his face. “You're Cason's daughter?” he questions.

“Yeah, she is,” I sneer. “Stay the fuck away from her and my boys.”

I feel Anslie try and bury herself into my body. “Please don't leave me here alone,” she whispers against my side.

I squeeze her shoulder. “Wouldn't dream of it, doll.” I feel some of the tension release from her body.

“We can go if this is gonna be a problem, Dax, but I'm sure my old man won't take kindly to that.” Dom smirks.

Dax looks over at Anslie again and smiles. “Sure, Dom. Anslie, I must say, it's a waste to see a body like that not getting any use.”

Dom hands Sev to me, then charges after Dax. He hits him once and Dax hits the ground. The boys hold Dom back, while Dax goes to stand back up. “I'll give you that one, Dom. You hit me again and I won’t take to kindly to that. I don't care if you're next in line for national President.”