Wayward Trouble (Wayward Saints MC Book 5) (16 page)

“Yeah sis she’s fine. I should go check on her.” I kiss Anslie’s forehead, and slap my brother on the back before making my way back to Wynter.
 

Before I can get to the room, Prez stops me. “I need info now. I won’t let this motherfucker get away with shooting up my fucking club.”
 

“I will,” I grit out. He walks away, and I take a few deep breaths before putting my hand on the doorknob.
 

When I push the door open, I see Wynter curled in a little naked ball, in the middle of my bed.

Chapter Nineteen

As soon as Jase ran out of the room, I knew it had something to do with Saxton. He isn’t going to stop until he has me back under his thumb, or worse – dead.
 

Curling into a ball, I close my eyes and wish that he would just leave me alone. These people don’t deserve to deal with him and his craziness. I am starting to get close to the girls here, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I belong to a family.
 

I hear Jase open the door, and I’m afraid he’s going to hate me or worse. I am the reason that Saxton is bringing this crap to their club. I should have never let him get involved. If only I could have resisted the look in his eyes the day we first met.
 

The bed dips, and I feel his body heat against my back. His strong arms wrap around me, and he pulls me to his chest. He doesn’t touch my breasts or my pussy, instead he just holds me. He comforts me without even saying one word, like he knows I’m blaming myself for whatever happened outside.
 

“Sugar, everything is fine. No one is hurt,” he whispers in my ear. I feel my whole body shudder, as I release the breath that I’ve been holding in since he walked back into the room.
 

He squeezes my hip, and kisses my neck. “Don’t even think that I’m mad at you. Yes I’m fucking pissed, but at him, not you. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
 

Turning in his arms, the tears fall down my face. “He ruined the party, and I can’t watch him hurt you or your family.”
 

He moves his hand up to cup my cheeks, and wipe the tears off my face. “We won’t let him ruin anything for us. Next time he shows up, we will be ready to take the fucker down. But, I’m gonna need your help.”
 

I nod my head and look up into his eyes. “Whatever you need from me,” I whisper. I want to make sure he can never hurt another person I care about.
 

“I need to know where he hangs out and who he knows. He’s been asking questions about me, and has threatened my whole family. Any information could be useful Sugar. Just tell me everything.”
 

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Before I open my eyes, I try and think of the most important things that I know about Saxton.

Opening my eyes, the light grey eyes that fill my dreams, are focused on me.
 

“I met Saxton before my sister ever did. At first him and I flirted, but it never became more than that. When he met my sister, it was like love at first sight or something. They got together really fast, and it was like a whirlwind romance you only read about. A couple years in, my sister got pregnant, and they had my niece. When they first met, they didn’t have two pennies to rub together. They were always asking to borrow money until one day they didn’t.” Rubbing my eyes, I think about when I asked my sister why they had money all of a sudden.
 

“I remember my sister being angry when I asked where the money was coming from. Heck thinking back on it, maybe she’s known the whole time, and that’s why she’s never left with me. Maybe she’s just as bad as he is.”
 

Tears roll down the side of my face as this realization hits me hard. Is that why she never believed me? She knew and didn’t want me to figure it out? My stomach starts to turn and I feel sick. Jase’s hands grip me tighter, and I remember that I’m supposed to be telling him everything.

“Every time I asked where they got the money, Kyleigh would get super defensive, and tell me to mind my own business. After a few times, I just let it go and didn’t worry about it. If I didn’t ask, then I got along fine with Saxton. I think my sister would tell him, and that caused a strain between them. At Carsyn’s first birthday party, I noticed a few men that I’d never seen before. They were dressed all in black and to the nines, at a one year old’s birthday. They looked out of place and thinking back, they could have been members of the mob, but I have no idea. The day I met Shawn, I thought that maybe I would stop worrying about Kyleigh and Carsyn so much, but I think it got worse. We would do stuff together all the time, and I could tell that Saxton was being secretive. Whenever he got a phone call, he would go outside and take it, or I would walk into a room and hear him whispering about stuff. I never really got any information from any of the conversations I heard, but when I walked in on a conversation about hiring a hit man to kill someone who had crossed them, I knew there was something wrong.”

I shiver at the memories. The look on his face when he seen me, scared the crap out of me. I had nightmares for weeks about it, and when I came home to Shawn lying in a pool of his own blood, I knew I had to get away from Saxton.
 

“Sugar, you can stop there for tonight. We can finish this in the morning if you want.” His voice is different. He sounds like he’s pissed and upset.
 

“Okay,” I whisper. I watch him pull his jeans and boots back off, and I can’t help but stare at this beautiful man standing in front of me.

His fingers grip the back of my head, and he pulls me in for a kiss that rocks me all the way to my bones.
 

I moan into his mouth, and he moves us so that his hips are in between my thighs. Feeling his naked skin against mine, I can’t help but grind against him. The spark between us never fails to shock me when we touch.
 

His hand slides around my body, and lands on my breast. He pinches my nipple and rolls it between his fingers, before he kisses a trail down my body. He stops at my belly button, and then leans over to the nightstand and grabs a condom out of the drawer.
 

The sound of him tearing the wrapper makes me squirm, as I lay in anticipation of him slowly sinking into me.
 

I watch him roll the condom down his shaft, and then he looks up at me with a smile. Not his cocky one that he typically gives me, but a genuine one that makes me melt.
 

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to me, so I can seal my lips with his. The kiss is forceful and hot as hell. Before I can even pull away, he sinks into me, causing me to moan in his mouth. I tear my mouth away from his and groan, “Fuck.”

Instead of the urgent pace he set earlier today, this time it’s slow and deliberate. It’s like he’s planned every move, and he is only trying to get me off. “Oh god,” I moan when he pulls all the way out, and slowly thrusts inside of me.
 

I grind down on his erection, and he grits his teeth. “Fuck Wyn, you keep doing that and I’m gonna fucking come right now,” he hisses.
 

When I keep it up, he brings a hand to my pussy, and rubs my clit until I break apart around him. I yell out his name, and he bites my shoulder as his body shudders.
 

Panting, he rests his forehead on my shoulder where I’m sure he left teeth marks, and he doesn’t bother to move off of me. I welcome his weight on top of me. For some reason it makes me feel like I’m safe here in his arms, and that no one can hurt me.
 

I know it’s not true, but I like believing it while we are in the moment.
 

After a few minutes, he groans, and slowly pulls out of me. I whimper at the loss of him, and I watch as he pads across the room and into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
 

When he comes back, I see a smile tugging at his lips. It looks like he’s deep in thought.
 

He turns off the light on the nightstand, and slips under the covers with me. I turn over so I’m facing him, and I cuddle in closer to his body. He smirks, wrapping his arms around me.
 

“Sleep Sugar. We have a lot to do in the next few days,” he murmurs against my temple.
 

I bury my face into his chest and close my eyes, just hoping that the bad dreams stay away tonight.
 

Chapter Twenty

Three Weeks Later

It’s been three damn weeks, and I still can’t find that stupid son of a bitch. I’ve fucking called all of my favors in, and no one has anything. Everyone thinks he’s underground. I want to believe that, but fuck, who knows. My brothers are all fucking antsy to take this fucker down, and not being able to find a trace of him is grating on my last nerve.
 

Hearing my phone ring, I gently pull my arm out from under Wyn, and roll over to grab it. “Yeah,” I whisper. I don’t want to wake her up since I kept her up most of the night last night. Every fucking time we have sex, it gets better and better.
 

“I found his wife and kid. They aren’t underground with him. We need to bring them in A.S.A.P. or we’ll miss our chance.” Getting up, I pull on a pair of jeans and some socks. “I’ll meet you outside in ten,” I say as I hang up on Sebastian. Grabbing the first shirt I find, I pull it over my head, and then look over at the bed to see Wynter watching me.
 

“Morning Sugar,” I say as I walk over to the bed, and lean down to kiss her.
 

“Morning,” she yawns. “Where are you going?”
 

“My brother found your sister and niece and we are gonna bring them here.”
 

Her eyes light up, and she gets a huge smile on her face. “You are?” she squeals.

“Yeah baby, I’ll call you when we’re on our way back. Stay inside until I get back. I don’t know when he’s gonna show his face again, and I’ll be damned if he hurts you.”
 

“Thank you,” she whispers against my lips. I pull her closer to me, and kiss her deeply before releasing her, and walking out the door.