Wayward Trouble (Wayward Saints MC Book 5) (24 page)

As soon as the door is closed, Carsyn comes running towards me. I pick her up and she wraps her arms around me.
 

“You ready to go home?” I ask Wynter when I grab her hand. She gives me a devious smirk and then asks, “Yes, as long as we all get to go together.” I pull her to me and kiss her lips.
 

“Well we will be squished together in my apartment until we can find a house, but we will be together.”
 

She gets a big grin on her face.
 

“Perfect. Take us home.”

Epilogue

Three Years Later

Walking through the house I bought two and a half years ago, I can’t help but think back to sitting in a prison cell with Dom telling him that I would never settle down. Yeah, that apparently was a load of shit because look at me now.
 

I own a house, I have an ole’ lady and we adopted Carsyn. Yeah we still aren’t married, but the courts overlooked that because we are a stable couple with jobs and a home. We got the adoption papers in the mail last week, so the girls took all the kids to some carnival thing to celebrate. The guys and I are supposed to be meeting up with them in a few.
 

A knock at the door alerts me that they must be here, so I grab my wallet out of the bathroom, and see a white stick lying on the counter.
 

I walk over to it and see the pink lines. She hasn’t mentioned anything to me and now I want to know what the fucking lines mean. Leaving everything where it is, I make my way to the door and open it. The first person I see is Brant, so I ask him what pink lines mean.
 

He just starts to laugh and slaps me on the back. “Sounds like you might be joining us in the father club asshole.”
 

I’m gonna kill Wynter when I see her. How the fuck could she not tell me that she was taking that test or hell that she even thought she might be pregnant?

“Let’s go,” I rush out. I need to see her now.

I see the rest of the guys pull up, but I don’t give them a chance to get off their bikes. I rev my engine and take off towards the carnival. Once we all park, Brant jogs over where I’m standing. “I can’t tell if your happy or not about this.”
 

“I just need to talk to her first,” I mumble out. My head is fucking spinning, and I can’t believe she didn’t tell me.
 

We all make our way to the front gate and pay to get in. We walk around for a few minutes, until we finally find them all in a group eating ice cream. Almost like they can all feel our presence, all the women look up and watch us walking towards them.
 

Wynter looks a little nervous, but doesn’t move from her seat.
 

Leaning down, I kiss her lips and lean into whisper in her ear, “You forget to tell me something?”
 

I hear her breathing hitch and her eyes meet mine when I pull back a little. “You found the pregnancy stick. Anslie and Coley were rushing me and I didn’t even get a chance to look at it before we left,” her voice is quiet, so no one else can hear her.
 

“Uncle Jase!” Carsyn squeals and runs over to us. She collides into me, but I’m still too focused on the woman in front of me.
 

“What was the verdict?” her lip twitches into a ghost of a smile.
 

“Two pink lines,” I murmur.
 

Her eyes light up, and she throws her arms around my neck and crashes her mouth to mine.
 

I barely keep us both upright.
 

“Eww,” Carsyn whines next to us.
 

Brant puts Carsyn on his shoulders, and runs around with her to give us a minute.
 

“We’re having a baby?” I ask against her lips. She nods her head, and squeals causing everyone else to look at us.
 

“You finally knock her up Jase?” Anslie snickers from a few seats over. I flip her the bird, and Wynter looks over her shoulder at Anslie and sticks her tongue out at her.
 

“Good, you can babysit Braxton for me and get some good experience,” she grins.
 

“Oooh! If you’re offering to babysit, you can babysit Harley and Axle for us!” Coley adds with a hint of laughter. Henley doesn’t say anything, but I can see that she is trying so hard to keep from saying we can babysit for her too.

“Hell no, I’ve watched all your damn kids more than once. I think we will be perfectly fine.”
 

The girls all say boo, and the guys just laugh. I kiss her once more, and Brant brings Carsyn back to us.
 

“Aunt Wynter? Are you and Uncle Jase gonna have a baby?” She twists her upper body back and forth as she waits for an answer. Wynter nods her head, and Carsyn screams, “Yay! I always wanted a wittle brother or sister!”
 

The End

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Wayward Temptation

Book Six

Wayward Saints MC
 

Prologue

Sailor

Three Months Ago

Running. That’s all I’ve really known my whole adult life. Butch and I didn’t grow up in the perfect family, but we were loved. Our mom did the best she could and when times got hard, we had to help out. Not that I’m complaining because I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
 

Ever since Butch joined the Wayward Saints, things got a little easier for us and mom was finally able to stop working three jobs to make ends meet and she was able to focus more on herself.
 

Down the road, I’ve made some mistakes that I regret and I wish I would have listened when Butch told me that Marco was bad news, but of course I didn’t. Instead, I learned the hard way.
 

By the time I finally left, Marco Cabrera wasn’t the man I first fell for. Over the last few months, he got involved in the mob and when I tried to get out, it was already too late. He thought he owned me and in turn thought he could do whatever he pleased to me.

Little did he know that I was about to take a stand and fight for my freedom. I wouldn’t just let them do as they pleased and I sure as hell wasn’t going to lie down while they sold me to some man because he had some money.
 

Walking into the clubhouse, I never thought that I would be bringing trouble to my brother’s front step. Part of me has nowhere else to run. Looking around the room, I see a bunch of the brothers that I’ve only met a handful of times and once their attention is on me, I feel like I’m suffocating.
 

Getting ready to run the other way, I feel a hand on my arm. When I turn around I see his face and part of me sags in relief. He will protect me, I know he will. He always promised that if I ever needed anything, he would take care of it.
 

“Sailor, what are you doing here?” Butch asks. I look around the room once more and I see that everyone is quiet and staring right at me. I would do anything to get out of their sight, but I know that it’s not safe outside of these walls.
 

Taking a deep breath, I decide on telling my brother the truth. If anyone can get me out of this mess he can. He may hate me for it, but I never meant to get involved with these people. I left Marco because he was getting into some shady stuff and I wanted nothing to do with it.
 

“Marco sold me.” The words stumble out of my mouth and hearing the words for the first time shocks me just as much as they do him.

“What the fuck do you mean Marco sold you?” He questions. The grip he has on my arm tightens and he drags me down a hallway that I can only assume that leads to his room. When we make it through the door, he sits me down on the bed and forces me to tell him the whole story.
 

“For weeks I’ve been trying to get away from Marco. He started to hang with some shady people and I broke up with him. For the last few months he’s been still coming around my apartment and telling me that we are not over. He isn’t taking no for an answer. Last night he came by again and told me that I needed to grab my clothes and he said that someone would be by in the morning to meet us. He spent the night and I might have dosed his whiskey with some sleeping pills. Instead of doing what he said, I threw some clothes in a bag and came here before he could wake up.” I blow out a breath and he runs his hands over his face.
 

“Please Butch, you have to help me. I found the messages on his phone and they were agreeing on a price for me. He sold me to some asshole for ten thousand dollars. I don’t know what to do and I can’t go home now.” I can feel myself start to tear up and I know that if he doesn’t help me, I won’t survive this.

“Do you know who he sold you to?” I shake my head no and he takes a seat next to me on the bed. “He wraps his arm around me and I can feel my body start to go off of alert. For hours all I have been doing is looking over my shoulder. I want so bad to just curl up in a ball and cry until I wake up from this bad dream, but it’s not going away.
 

There’s a knock at the door and when Butch goes to answer it, I don’t expect the man who’s standing there. I’ve known Striker for as long as I can remember. He’s been Butch’s best friend for years and he’s like the second brother that I never wanted.
 

When I see him, I run to him and he wraps his arms around me. “You okay?” He whispers against my neck. I nod my head and bury my face into his neck. Striker and I had a small thing a few years back, but it never amounted into more than just friends.
 

“I’ll be okay, I think.” I whisper.
 

I hear my brother mutter on his breath and Striker pulls away from me and asks what his problem is.
 

“That dickhead she was dating sold her. Shit’s not okay.” He grounds out.
 

When Striker’s eyes meet mine, I can’t help but look to the ground. I can see the disappointment in his eyes and when he forces me to look at him; I see the hurt in them as well.
 

The tears start to fall from my eyes and down my cheeks. “I’m sorry.” I choke out. “I never thought that he would do something like this to me. Striker please, I need you guys to help me. I don’t know what to do.” As I start to sob, he pulls me into his arms and for the first time in months, I feel like someone cares enough about me to make sure nothing happens to me.
 

“Who is he?” Striker demands.
 

“Marco Cabrera.” I say quietly.
 

“You’re fucking joking right?” He asks, holding me far enough away that he can look at my face. I shake my head no and I hear a knock at the door. Butch walks around us and opens the door and at first I can’t see him, but his voice is rough and I can only imagine what he looks like. When Striker turns to look at the guy too, he releases me.

Looking over Butch’s shoulder, I see a new face, one that pretty much takes the breath right from me with his dark stare and intense persona. Everything about him screams to run away, but sometimes jumping head into something like that makes the trouble worth it all.
 

He was my biggest temptation and as hard as we tried to stay away from each other, there was nothing we could do to stop the pull that brought us together.

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