Wayward Angel (6 page)

Dom:
hey little girl you called?

About time. I've been waiting two hours for him to respond.

Me:
can I go to a party with Casey? please!! we promise to be good and stay indoors.

I cross my fingers and pray that he says yes. I want to live like a normal teenager for once. I hate being locked up all the time.

Dom:
little girl it's not a good idea for you to go out

Me:
Dom please. I've been trapped for months with you guys. I just want one night out with Casey. Please!

Dom:
fine. but keep your phone on you at all times and check in regularly.

Me:
OMG thank you!!

Dom:
don't make me regret this.

Me:
I won't. love you big brother!

Dom:
love you too. be careful

I jump up and down with excitement, then I jump in the shower and wash my hair really quickly. When I get out, I shoot Casey a text telling her I can go out with her tonight.

Casey:
I'm so excited! I'll see you in an hour whore!

Me:
me too. see you then bitch!

By the time we get to the party, most of the girls are already drunk. Casey and I both grab a cup and start drinking. I don't want to get drunk, so I plan on only having one beer.

We start talking to a couple of guys from the football team and they bring us more drinks. After a few sips of my new drink, I start feeling drunk. Not thinking anything of it, I keep taking small sips.

I notice Casey starting to stumble around. Blake, the varsity quarterback, is holding her up and trying to get her to go upstairs with him.

“Don't go,” I say, grabbing her arm. “I don't want to be left here alone.”

“You'll be fine,” she mumbles as Blake pulls her away.

I have this feeling in my gut that something bad is going to happen, so I pull out my phone and text Brantley.

Me:
I think I need help.

I get a response immediately, which I wasn't expecting since he said he had a run tonight.             

Brantley:
what's wrong doll?

Me:
Dom let me go to the party, I've had aa beer and a half and I feel super drunk and dizzy.

Brantley:
where are you?

Me:
ver by teh hih shool

The keys of my phone are blurry and I’m not even sure if I'm making sense. Hopefully he can figure it out. The room is starting to spin and I don't think I can stand up any more. They must have put something in our drinks - I've never felt like this after a beer and a half.

Brantley:
did someone hand you a drink?

Me:
yhsa. y

I start giggling for no reason and I notice Casey sitting on the couch with Blake. His hand is sliding up her thigh but her head is tilting away from him. She almost looks like she is going to throw up. I want to walk over there and pull her away from him, but my whole body feels heavy and I can't get my legs to cooperate with my head. I try to walk to her anyway, but I stumble into the arms of a football player.

Casey looks like she's about to pass out. No one is stopping Blake from putting his hand up her skirt. I try to say something, but my mouth is dry and I can't get the words out. I slur and stumble.

Brantley:
I'm on my way. stay out in the open

Me:
k

My mind goes blank and I can feel myself falling. Arms grab me and hold me up. I try to loosen the grip, but it's no use. It seems like forever before I hear the voice that tortures my dreams. He's here. He came to save me and Casey.

Chapter Eight

Fuck. I knew her going to that party would be a bad idea. I was a high school kid before and I remember exactly what we would do to get laid. Plus, I know what I want to do to her and I’m a grown man. Anslie and Casey are both fucking hot as hell, so I can only imagine what those assholes would do to get in their panties.

I dial my youngest brother Eli and tell him to meet me at the high school, then make the twenty minute drive in twelve.

“Yo brother, what are we doing here?” Eli asks when he pulls up.

“I need help getting Anslie and her friend Casey out of a party. I think someone slipped them something.”

“Fuck man. I thought Anslie was on lock down,” he snaps.

“Yeah, she is, but I guess Dom let her go to this party."

He shakes his head, but remains silent.

Me:
where by the high school are you

Anslie:
behind it I think.

Me:
be there in a few.

“Follow me,” I growl.

I drive my bike towards the back of the high school, where the richer neighborhood is. Three blocks in, I see a shitload of cars, and we park our bikes by a driveway across the street from most of them. Walking up to the front door, I see a bunch of half-naked girls dancing on a table.

Fuck. I sure hope Anslie's not dressed like that. I will kill any motherfucker who so much as lays a hand on her. She doesn't know it yet, but she is mine and I won't let any little prick put his hands on her.

A couple of the guys eye us and our cuts as we walk in.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Bikers aren't welcome here, assholes,” some scrawny kid says as I walk by him.

Another wannabe tough guy walks up to me and says, “You're not welcome in my house, asshole.”

Too fucking bad, pretty boy. “I don't give a fuck. You have something here that belongs to me, so I suggest you get the fuck out of my way.” Eli steps up right beside me and the little prick shifts away from us, like most people do when my brother and I are out together. He may be the youngest of four boys, but he's just as big as Jase and me.

I spot Anslie out of the corner of my eye. She's slightly swaying and some asshole has his hands on her. I'm walking over to her when Mr. Football decides to take us on, putting his hand out to try to stop me.

Wrong move - I don't like people touching me. I grab his wrist and twist until I hear it pop, and he starts screaming like the little bitch he is. The screaming makes Anslie turn around. Our eyes meet and I can finally breathe again.

She starts walking towards me, but the douche who had his hands on her grabs her by the waist, and I see red. The bastard needs to get his hands off my girl.

Eli steps in front of me and punches Mr. Football, who's still screaming about his wrist. I leave him to it and make my way to the guy who has Anslie. When I reach them, I grab her arm and pull her to me. The prick goes to swing at me, but hits Anslie instead when she stumbles in front of me. I hear her cry out in pain.

Knowing this bastard hurt her, I push her behind me and hit the guy so hard in the jaw that I feel his bones crunch under my fist. Then I push him out of the way and grab Casey off the couch. The prick who was sitting with her stands up and Eli clocks him one in the temple. He falls to the floor and I hand Casey off to Eli, then grab Anslie's hand. We make our way towards the door.

Anslie's having a hard time standing, so I carry her the rest of the way.

“Get the fuck out of my house!” The preppy bastard yells out.

“Gladly!” Eli replies, putting his middle finger up in the air behind him. As we walk through the party, we're given a wide berth. Apparently no one else wants to mess with us tonight.

We get the girls out to our bikes and I realize that they're both really torn up. Casey can barely stand and Anslie's cheek is starting to swell. That little bastard is lucky I don't kill him for putting his hands on her. I don't care that he was trying to hit me - you never lay a hand on a woman. Ever.

Especially not mine.

“Casey, can you hold on to Eli?”

I see her shake her head yes. I sure hope she can hold on.

“Doll, you good to ride?”

“Yeah,” she slurs.

Eli gets on his bike and Casey follows suit, but she's having a hard time holding on. This could get bad.

“Bro, maybe ride with her in front of you.”

Eli just grunts in response. He hates drunk girls.

I get on my bike and Anslie slowly gets on behind me. Once I know she's ready, we take off towards Prez’s house.

Luckily it's not a long drive. The girls look like they're ready to fall off the bikes as soon as we leave. We pull up just as another bike is doing a drive-by. As soon as the guy sees us, he takes off. It's too dark to see his face.

Eli looks over at me with a questioning expression. I pull my phone out and call Dom.

“Yeah?”  he grunts. I can hear loud music in the back ground and soft whispers next to the phone and I can only imagine what Dom is right in the middle of.

“We have a problem,” I bark into the phone.

“Fuck. What's up?”

“Just seen someone do a drive by on Prez’s house. Eli and I have the girls with us and they're trashed.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Goddammit. I knew letting her go would be a bad idea.”

I knew he'd be pissed. “Where do you want us to take them?”

He sighs. “Bring them to the club house. Fuck, Prez is gonna be pissed.”

“Yeah. Just want to warn you, Ans has a swollen check.”

“Are you fucking kidding me!” he roars.

I hang up before he can yell any more. “Dom wants us to bring them to the club house. He doesn't want them here if someone is doing drive-by’s.” 

Eli just nods his head and we're off again.

There's a party going on when we pull up to the clubhouse, where the doors are standing open. Half naked girls are everywhere. Typical Friday night. 

I spot Sidney by the bar. As soon as I catch her eye, she starts making her way towards me.

Anslie slowly gets off my bike and Sidney stops dead in her tracks. I've never had a girl on the back of my bike before, and Sidney is looking at me like I've grown another head. I get off my Harley and grab Anslie's hand.

Eli is right behind me with a completely passed-out Casey in his arms. I drag Anslie with me and we go through the front doors, where we run into Raef.

“What the fuck happened to my sister's face?” he screams at me.

"Fuck off, Raef, I didn't do shit to her. You know I would never lay a hand on your sister." Of course they come after me - I was the one who picked her up. Maybe she wouldn't have to rely on me so much if those assholes answered their phones every once in awhile.

“Grab your brothers and meet me in my room. I only want to explain this once,” I growl.

Raef takes off and I lead Anslie to my room. Eli drops Casey in the middle of my bed, not caring how hard he drops her, while Anslie takes a shaky seat at the end of it.

Ten minutes later Dom, Robbie, Raef and Bentley all stomp through my door with pissed-off expressions. I knew they would come in here wanting to kill every kid at that party, and I don't blame them. I want that too.

Dom grinds out, “Fucking explain now!”

I look at Eli and he just shrugs. Asshole.

“I got a text from Anslie saying that she felt drunk and dizzy off a beer and a half. I'm pretty sure both the girls were drugged. We got there and the little preppy bastards were trying to keep us out. I told them we only came to get ours, and I broke one of their hands. Eli knocked some guy out and I broke the jaw of the bastard who hit Anslie.”

“Fuck!” Robbie growls.

"I want to put every one of those bastards in the ground,” Raef adds.

“Get in line, man,” I grumble. I want to do more than put those bastards in the ground. I want to torture the motherfucker who put his hands on Anslie.

Those little pricks pretty much just dug their own graves. The guys won’t back down from someone hurts their sister – they'll want revenge. So do I.

Dom finally breaks his silence. “We’ll deal with the girls in the morning. Let them sleep it off. Guys, meet me in church in ten. We still need to talk about the drive-by.”

One by one the guys check on Anslie, kiss her head and then walk out. I get the girls some t-shirts and sweats so they can change.

When I'm the last one in the room with Anslie (except for a still-unconscious Casey), she breaks down and starts to cry. Fuck, I hate when chicks cry. What the fuck are you suppose to do with a crying bitch?

“I'm so sorry, Brant, I didn't mean for any of this to happen.” She sniffles.

I pull her against me. “Doll, I would do anything for you. You need help, you call me. Some little boy breaks your heart, call me. You need a ride home, call me. I’ll drop everything for you. Only you.”

She puts her head against my chest, her body shuddering against me. “Thank you, Brantley.”

“No need to thank me, doll, but I need to go see your brothers. I'll come check on you in awhile.”

She sighs. “You don't have to - I know the girls are probably gonna want some time with you tonight.”

She's jealous and it makes me hot as hell. “Doll, I have the only girl I want in my bed already tonight.” I kiss her forehead, shoot her a wink and walk out the door.