Wayward Temptation (Wayward Saints MC Book 6) (12 page)

He pulls them down a little, before he studies it. “Even with broken wings she will fly.” His voice is no more than a whisper, and I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Looking towards the door, I try to strain to hear something.
 

“What?” he asks, running his fingers along my cheek.
 

“I don’t know, but I have a bad feeling.” Sitting up, I look around the room. Raef grabs his gun, goes over to the door, and presses his ear against it.
 

“What--” he shushes me before I can even get my question out.
 

He goes back to listening outside, and grabs his phone. I watch him push some buttons before he pockets his phone.
 

“Raef,” I whisper. He looks up at me and puts his fingers to his lips. He slowly opens the door and slips out into the night.
 

Grabbing the first sharp object I can find, I prepare myself for whatever is about to happen. I have no idea if someone is here for me or not, but I don’t want to take any chances. I won’t let them take me without a fight, if it’s Marco and his goons.
 

Waiting beside the door, I wait for someone to open it. Gunshots rip through the quiet air, and I press my body back against the wall. Trying to calm my breathing, I pray that Raef and the others are okay.
 

Knowing that one of them can be hurt right now, hurts my heart. I wish I knew if anyone was hurt. This is all my fault. I would do anything to rewind time, and make better decisions, but I can’t.
 

Instead, I get to sit here waiting to hear anything from Raef or Butch.

When no one comes to the door after a good hour, I start to pace the room. I just wish someone would give me some information. Hell, I’d take a smoke signal right about now. It doesn’t help that Raef took my phone, and never gave it back.
 

Maybe when he comes back, I can ask him to give it back to me, so I can still be in contact with everyone.

When the door finally opens, I see Raef standing in the doorway, covered in blood. Running over to him, I check him over for cuts or wounds, but I don’t find any.

“Raef what happened?” I ask, on the edge of freaking out. He has a gloomy look on his face, and I know that whatever it is, it isn’t good.

Chapter Fifteen

Walking outside, I check my surroundings, and I hear someone coming towards me. Cocking my gun, I quietly close the door behind me, and I start to make my way towards the noise. Turning towards the clubhouse, I see someone run by, and when I get there, I see Striker talking to Sailor’s old man.
 

“She’s in there. He might be in there with her still, but you wanted her, so have at it.” I see the older man give Striker some money, and he turns to start walking towards me. When he gets close enough, I put him in a chokehold, and close off his oxygen until he passes out, and falls to the ground. Releasing him, I grab his gun, and put it in the back of my jeans.

Leaving him there for a minute, I go after Striker. He and I are going to be having a little chat. He just sold out the girl he claims he loves, and that shit ain’t fucking cool. “Striker,” I yell. I see him walking around the corner, and when he hears me, he comes walking back towards me.
 

“What? You come to rub it in that you’re fucking my girl?” he growls.
 

I smirk because I know what he did. He doesn’t know it yet, but I’m about to make his fucking life miserable.
 

“No, I fucking didn’t. I am curious about something though,” I pause for a second, and I can see him start to get worried about something.

“What?” he bites out, after he’s had enough of my silence.

“Why you’re taking money from the fucker who put the gash in the back of my head?” He pales, and I just grin. He didn’t know I knew, and now I’m going to make him pay for it.

“I would never do anything to hurt her,” he turns to walk away. I grab his arm, and he turns taking a swing at me. He goes for my gun, and I punch him in the face. He continues to go for it, and we struggle for it, before it goes off.
 

The blast echoes, and people come running towards us. We both drop to the ground, and when I look down, I am covered in blood. Looking at Striker, I see the blood pouring out of his chest. I fall on my ass, and take a deep breath.
 

“What the fuck?” Mac roars. Looking up at him, I can see the questioning look on his face. Getting up, I run over to where I left Sailor’s father. When I get there, he’s still unconscious.
 

“Raef, what the fuck happened out here?” Mac asks.
 

“I watched Striker take money from him, and he told this asshole where Sailor was. He sold her location to her father.”
 

“No fucking way,” Mac states.
 

“Check his pockets. If he has cash on him, then you know I’m fucking telling you the truth,” I grit out. I don’t give a fuck if they don’t believe me. The facts are plain as fucking day, and there will be hell to pay.
 

“Butch, grab me some zip ties,” Mac hollers. I watch Butch take off towards the clubhouse, and he comes back with the ties. He comes over to us, where he zip ties his own father. “Take him into the clubhouse. We need to have a talk with this bastard,” he demands.

“Let’s go check his pockets,” Mac declares. I follow him to where we left Striker on the ground, and now everyone is gathered around his body. When they look up and see us, I can see the hate and anger in their eyes. I know they are going to be pissed that I just took out one of their brothers, but it was him or me. I would do the same thing over and over again, if I had to make a choice. Hell, I would even choose Sailor over one of them.

“Check his pockets,” Mac’s tone leaves no room for confusion, and I watch Screech search Striker’s pockets. He pulls out a wad of cash, and I wait for Mac to say something.
 

Mac turns and looks at me. He motions for me to head inside, and for once I do as I’m told. “Clean this shit up. He was a fucking traitor, and he is lucky we didn’t find out about it before hand.”

“We will be interrogating Butch’s old man, and I will be getting fucking answers. I’m done with this shit,” he growls, and follows me inside.

“Raef, church now,” he grits out. Making my way into church, I take a seat, and he closes the door behind us. He takes his seat, and doesn’t say a word. He stares me down, and I wipe my hands on my jeans.
 

“We just going to stare at each other, or you going to tell me why the fuck I’m in here with you?”
 
I calmly ask him.

“What the fuck were you thinking? Why is he fucking dead? My club should have dealt with him, not you.”
 

“I had no fucking choice! I did what I had to do to keep myself alive. When he realized that I knew about what he did, he came after my gun. We struggled over it, and it went off,” I growl.

“You could have fucking brought it to me. I would have fucking dealt with him the way we do. You know better, and don’t you dare pull that he was going to kill me shit. I don’t give a fuck. You screwed up. You need to get your job done, and get the fuck out of here. I won’t have you continuing this fucking shit. I have to protect my men.”
 

Pushing out of my chair, I don’t even bother trying to make that bastard understand shit. I, for one, won’t let one of these bastards even get close to her; I don’t give a fuck who they are. Leaving the church and clubhouse, I make my way out back, and take a seat on the kid’s swing set to calm myself down. I don’t want to scare Sailor, and I’m sure she is already freaked out. I didn’t give her much to go on, when I left the room.
 

After about an hour, I decide on cleaning the blood off me. She’s going to fucking flip when I tell her what happened, but I won’t lie to her, like the rest of these fuckers. I care enough about her, to give it to her straight. If that puts a damper on this shit between us, then so be it.
 

Opening the door, I see her face. When her eyes meet mine, they look horrified. She runs over to me and checks me over, as I close the door behind me. She doesn’t find any wounds, and I know what her question is going to be, before she even asks it.

“What happened?” her voice is strained, and she sounds worried.
 

“Darlin’ I’m fine.” I can feel the frown on my face, but I don’t give her the bad news, yet.
 

“Please tell me what happened. Whose blood is this?” her voice breaks, and I can see the tears threaten to spill from her eyes.
 

“Striker’s.” Her hands go to her mouth. I reach out to grab her, but she knees me in the balls, and I hunch over falling to the ground gasping for breath.
 

“Sailor,” I huff out. Tears are now pouring down her face, and it takes me a good twenty minutes before I can even get up. But by then, she’s long gone. Not that I really blame her. Part of her loves him, even if it’s not the part he wanted.
 

When I can finally get up off the ground, I walk into the bathroom, and strip down to get in the shower. I need to wash his fucking blood off of me. I hear the door open and close, but I don’t even bother to check to see who’s here. If it’s someone after her, they can put a bullet in me. Not that any of these fuckers would care. I’m sure they would do it themselves, if they could get away with it. No one comes into the bathroom, so I assume that it’s Sailor coming back in the room. But I won’t know until I finish showering, and make my way back into the other room.
 

Once I rinse myself clean, and wash my hair and body, I grab a towel. I make my way into the other room, to see Sailor sitting on the bed with tears streaming down her face.
 

She looks up at me. I can see the hurt and heartbreak, written all over her face. Someone told her what happened out there. She must know the truth.

Chapter Sixteen

I never thought that I would hear the words that came out of Butch’s mouth. I wanted Raef to be the bad guy, that way I wouldn’t be so hurt. Maybe then when he left, I wouldn’t be heartbroken, but of course, that isn’t the case.