Wayward Angel (4 page)

Chapter Five

I finally see Anslie walking down the street. Thank god. I was starting to worry that something had happened to her when I didn't see her closer to the house. I pull over and hand her my helmet. She smiles shyly and straps it on before getting on behind me. She wraps her arms around my waist and I wish she would never let go. I think about having her spread out in front of me. I want to lay her on my bike and fuck her hard. It’s selfish, I know, but I want this girl so bad I can’t help it.

“You should have called me. I would have came and picked you up,” I growl. I hate that she didn’t ask me for a ride. I want to spank her ass for not calling me.

“I know, I just didn't want to bother you.”

Her innocence is so fucking refreshing. What she doesn’t know is that I would drop anything to come get her. I feel this overpowering need to protect her and make sure she's always loved. Fuck. This can't be good.

I smirk. “Trust me doll, it would have been no bother. I would come gladly.”

Instead of responding, she just puts her face in my back. I love when she gets all shy on me. Maybe she's thinking the same dirty thoughts that I am.

We pull up to Prez’s house and she slowly gets off my bike. Cocking her head to the side, she stares at me for a second.

“Brantley, can I ask you a question?”

Shit, I hope it's something I can answer without getting my ass kicked by her bothers or dad.

“Yeah, doll.”

She looks around nervously before asking, “Is there another club in this town?”

Well, that's not what I was thinking she would ask me. “No, not in town, but our rival club is a few towns over. Why?”

She checks her surroundings and lets out a shaky breath before continuing. “When I was walking home, a bike came up behind me and slowed down. The rider stared at me the whole time. It creeped me out.”

Shit. This is worse than I thought.

I pull my phone out and call Prez. I get his voicemail, so I tell him to call me ASAP. I look over at Anslie and she looks scared. “I'm gonna stay here with you till someone else gets home.”

“Okay.”

I lead her inside and lock the door behind me. My gun is in the back of my jeans, plus I know there are at least six guns in the living room alone in Prez’s place. Not that I think we'll need them tonight, but it never hurts to be prepared.

She watches me check the house and I motion for her to sit on the couch.

“What are you looking for?” she asks sweetly.

I finish my sweep and look into her innocent eyes. “Just making sure no one got in while you guys were gone. Just a safety measure we all do. Don’t worry about it, doll.”

She smiles up at me and after a few moments of silence, asks, “You want to watch a movie?” Her smile lights up the room.

I can't believe that in a matter of days, this girl has turned me into a fucking pussy. I can't help but smile back at her. “Yeah, a movie is good.”

I sit on the couch while she turns on the movie. When the title comes on, she starts giggling. She presses play and
Pitch Perfect
starts. I have no idea what the fuck she's making me watch, but I don't really mind as long as I get to spend some time with her.  We watch the whole movie and then she puts something else on. I’m not even sure what it is, but it involves some vampire bullshit. I don't know what filmmakers are thinking anymore. What happened to classics like
Tombstone
and
Rocky
? That's what's wrong with kids these days. They watch movies with vampires and sing-along's.

Anslie starts to nod off, so she's curled up on the couch with her head on my lap when her brothers come in the door. Of
course
this is how her brothers find us. Dom looks between me and his sister with a warning look, before opening his mouth to speak. “Hey, B. What's the emergency? Prez said to check in with you when we got here.”

I gently move Anslie's head off my lap and put a pillow under her, where I was. We move to the kitchen before I speak.

“Anslie was walking home from school and someone from another club slowed down and watched her while they drove by slowly. She was freaked out.”

“Fuck, I forgot I was supposed to pick her up today. I should have had you get her, B.” Robbie looks over at Anslie on the couch with concern in his eyes.

“He didn't do anything to her? Didn't say anything?” He looks a little shaken after he asks the question.

“No, not that I know of. She just said he stared at her.”

I watch Dom pace back and forth in the kitchen. “One of us must be with her at all times. I don't want that asshole coming back and getting near her again.”

Damn, he’s starting to sound like her dad. “If someone can't be with her, we'll get a prospect on her. She can't be alone, since we don't know who’s watching her.” He states with authority.

Robbie, Raef, Bentley and I all nod agreement.

Bentley carefully picks Anslie up off the couch and takes her upstairs. I wish it was me holding her right now.

I need a drink. “Alright, I'm gonna head back to the club house, holler if you need anything.”

I hear a round of grunts from my brothers before I take off.

Chapter Six

It's been a week since I've seen that creepy biker. My brothers and Brantley don’t allow me to go anywhere without one of them. The only good thing is that we haven’t seen anyone suspicious.

Sitting in my room after school, I get a text message from Marcus, who plays on the football team and is super cute in a jock sort of way. He's got dark brown hair that he spikes in a faux hawk. He is six inches taller than me, with a trim, athletic body. Never in a million years did I think he would talk to me - yet here he is texting me.

Marcus:
hey Anslie

Me:
hey

Marcus:
what are you up to? You still with that biker?

Me:
just sitting at home

I wonder why he cares about Brantley. It’s not like I’m dating him.

Marcus:
isn't that biker a little too old for you?

Me:
why do you care?

Everyone assumes that I’m sleeping with all of the bikers because they bring me to school. Ugh. That’s gross.

Marcus:
because I like you. You should be dating a guy your own age.

Me:
I'm not dating him.

Marcus:
so does that mean if I ask you out, you'll go out with me?

Me:
maybe.

That’s weird. I wasn’t even sure he knew who I was.

A few minutes later, my phone starts to ring and I see Marcus’ name pop up.

“Hello?” I answer cautiously.

“Hey, Anslie. I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me tonight?” he asks

I wonder why one of the most popular guys at our school is so shy about talking to me. Every guy wants to be him and every girl wants to date him.

“Sure, I just have to make sure it's okay with my dad first.” I want to be excited about him asking me out, but part of me isn’t at all. Part of me wishes that it was Brantley, but I know that will never happen. It’s against club rules. I wonder if he feels the same sparks that I feel whenever we're in the same room. “I’ll text you to let you know what my dad says.”

“Okay, cool. I’ll see you later - hopefully. Bye, Anslie.”

“Bye, Marcus.”

I hang up and call Casey to tell her about my conversation with Marcus. She squeals in my ear and makes me promise to tell her
everything
after our date. She is so excited for me - I wish I was that happy about the date.

After a few hours of homework, I hear the front door open and close. “Hey baby girl, you here?” I hear my dad’s voice yell from downstairs. I push my books off me and run down to the kitchen.

“Hi daddy!” I squeal, jumping into his arms.

He chuckles before asking, “What do you want?”

I nervously smile and ask the question I’m not sure I want the answer to. “Daddy, Marcus from school asked me out today. Can I go out with him?” I give him my pleading eyes and look up at him under my lashes.

“I don’t know baby, is he just trying to get in your pants?”

I scoff. “Are you kidding me?!” I shriek. “Dad, no! That’s gross!”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Baby, boys his age are only thinking about one thing - and that is getting laid. Many times.”

I huff out, “How do you know?” I cock my hip to the side and put my hands on my hips and give my dad a dirty look.

The door opens and closes before he can answer my question, and in come Dom and Brantley. My breath catches in my throat when I see the dark blue jeans hugging Brantley’s body perfectly and the tight black shirt showing off all his muscles. I see him smirk at me and I quickly shake my head to rid myself of the dirty thoughts running through it.

“Because baby, I was that boy’s age once, and hell, I raised your four brothers and they all went through that same phase. Fuck, they are still
in
that phase.”

“What phase, old man?” Dom questions, while looking between dad and me.

“Ans thinks the boy who asked her out
isn’t
just thinking about getting her naked.”

I gasp. I didn’t want Brantley to hear this conversation. I look over and see him clench his jaw.

Dom laughs. “Oh, little girl, at your age that was the only thing I thought about. What about you, Brant? You're younger than me. What was it, five years ago for you?”

Brantley grunts out a yes and looks me up and down before saying, “Doll, if I was sixteen again, I would have had you under me even before the first date.”

My dad and brother start laughing because they know it's true. I'm pretty sure my jaw just dropped and I can’t find any words. Finally, I manage to snap out of it and ask my dad if I can go on the date.

“Yeah, baby girl, just call if you need us. You get me?”

“Yeah dad, I get you. Thank you. Love you.”

He walks over to me and kisses me on the head. “Love you more kid.”

Over the next few weeks, Marcus and I start dating. I never imagined myself with a football player, but he’s sweet and thoughtful, nothing like my dad and brothers said he would be like.

One day, we go to the diner by the clubhouse. I'm sipping on my diet coke and looking through the menu when Dom and Brantley came strolling in. They see me and come strutting up like they own the place, and I watch Marcus fidgeting nervously with his straw. Dom sits next to Marcus and Brant sits beside me.

"Hey guys," Dom says with a smile. He knows he's getting to Marcus - I can tell by the look in his eyes.

Marcus starts to stutter as he responds to my brother.  "Hey, Dominic. Brantley."

I can see the smirk on Brant's face. He's enjoying this too.

I'm getting fed up with my brothers trying to intimidate Marcus. "What do you guys want?" I snap. I hate that they're being like this. I feel Brant's hand on my thigh, trying to calm me down without saying anything. He's been doing this more and more over the last few months.

"Doll." My nickname just rolls off of his tongue.

I shake his hand off of me. "Don't doll me. You guys need to stop. You can't run my life! I'll be seventeen soon and I deserve to do what I want." I clench my fists and stare at my brother.

Both Dom and Brantley look at me in shock. I've never told them off before. It feels kind of good, actually.

Dom shakes his head while Brant leans in and whispers in my ear. "Doll, I want to paddle your ass so fucking bad right now."

I squirm in my seat and he continues with a smirk, "You getting all fired up makes me hard as a fucking rock. As much as I want to fuck you, I can't. I hate that you're off limits." He pulls away, gets out of the booth, motions to my brother and they both leave the diner without looking back. Holy hell.

Marcus and I order food and eat in silence. We don't even make eye contact. After he pays the bill, we head out to his truck. He drops me off at home without so much as a glance in my direction. I wonder if all guys are such pussies when it comes to my brothers? I want someone who will stand up to them. I get ready for bed and dream about what Brantley said.

It's Saturday and I'm home alone because my brothers went on a run last night. Marcus sent me a text a few hours ago and invited me to go to a party with him. Luckily, Casey is supposed to be at the party, too.

I get ready and wait for Marcus to pick me up. I'm wearing a pair of dark blue, Empyre skinny jeans, a blood red tank top and black Chucks. My hair is down and straight and i put on lip gloss. Making my way downstairs, I see that Bentley walking out of the kitchen.

“You really dating that asshat football player, sis?” he snarls. I’m tired of Bentley’s shit. He doesn’t even know Marcus, but he's always saying something stupid.

“Why do you care, Ben? Since when does it matter who I date? It’s not your life. Stay out of it!” I scream at him. I run up the stairs and slam my bedroom door.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rings. I hear someone answer it, followed by booted feet that stop at my door.  Then I hear his voice. “Doll, that preppy little bastard is here for you.”

Opening the door, I come face-to-face with Brantley. I take a deep breath before looking up into his eyes. I hate that he affects me so much. “Thanks, Brant,” I whisper before walking around him.

His hand reaches out and catches my wrist. He pulls me to his body and I tense. “Doll, if he steps out of line, call me.”

I shiver. Why does he think something's going to happen? Hell, I can take care of myself.

I feel his breath on my face as he holds me close to him. His lips skim over my skin as he angles his head towards me and lowers his lips to my ear. “I hate to think of his hands on you. You deserve to be worshipped, not played with and left unsatisfied by a little boy.”

My skin breaks out in goose bumps and he nibbles on my earlobe. I turn my face just enough to get his lips on mine, feeling a jolt of pleasure shoot through my body. I moan into his mouth as he deepens our kiss. My body is on fire and he's the only one who can extinguish it. He pulls away just enough and groans. “Your date, doll.”

I reluctantly back away from Brantley, grab my bag and walk out my door, leaving him standing in my bedroom. I can’t believe I just kissed him. My mind is reeling. I touch my lips as I make my way downstairs, where I find Marcus looking worried. I drag him outside and we make our way to his truck.

“Hey baby,” he finally says, when we get into the safety of his truck.