Wayward Trouble (Wayward Saints MC Book 5) (4 page)

Pushing Brant away, I shake my head. Turning to address the whole room that is just watching us with amused expressions, I state my fucking point.
 

“I fucking think we should help anyone that needs our fucking help. I sure as hell ain’t letting her fend for herself with a shit head like him out there after her. You all fucking seen that motherfucker. He has a fucking screw loose. But if it makes it fucking easier, I’ll claim her as my ole’ lady just to keep her protected. You’re so fucking concerned about rules and shit, there you go.” I walk away from Brant because I know if I don’t then I’m going to punch him. I’m still fucking pissed at him, and this is just making it worse.

I hear a few of the men scoff at my statement, but I’m not backing down. I will protect her with or without their help.
 

“You serious about this?” Dom asks watching all of my movements like a fucking hawk.
 

“Yeah,” I state, not backing down.
 

“You claim her, she’s your responsibility. Make sure she learns the rules, and we will deal with this Saxton fucker,” Dom states without showing any signs of humor.
 

I don’t even bother responding to his statement.
 

“I think this might have something to do with the Sacramento shit. Let me talk to my old man, and we will come up with a plan. For now, you might want to bring her to the clubhouse for protection. Church tomorrow morning, first thing. Don’t be late.” Dom walks out the door and I follow behind him.
 

“Dom,” I say as I get into the living room. He stops next to Wynter, watching, and studying her.
 

“Hey sweetheart, I hope you know what you’re about to get into with him,” he smirks.

She just stares at him, probably thinking he’s crazy. I’ll have to explain this shit to her before we head to the clubhouse. Dom turns to me, “Don’t make me regret this.”
 

Nodding, I let him pass me, and he walks to the door.
 

“You may want to dye her hair or something to get her out of here without him knowing it’s her,” he murmurs right before he opens the door and leaves.
 

Her eyes meet mine, and I just shrug my shoulders. The rest of the guys make their way to the door, slapping me on the back as they go. When Brant is next to me, I try to keep a level head.
 

He pulls me into a hug, and whispers in my ear, “Brother you know I love you and I would do anything for you.” I nod my head because I do know that. “Don’t disrespect my ole’ lady again.”
 

Raising my hand around him, I put my hand to his face, and smack him.
 

He jerks back, and looks at me. “Don’t try and act like family is the only important thing. That girl matters too,” I whisper back. He grabs the back of my neck giving it a squeeze, he then backs away, and walks out the front door.
 

Looking over at Wynter, I see her watching me intently. Walking over to her, I sit down next to her and take in her appearance. She looks upset and I can only guess that it’s because of that shit head that’s after her.

Pulling out my phone, I dial my friend Sabrina. I need someone to grab some shit for Wynter, and she’s the only person I know that will drop everything to do what I ask. She’ll be pissed when she finds out why, but right now I don’t give a fuck. I just need this shit taken care of quickly.

“Hello Jase,” she purrs. I guess I forgot to mention that we are also fuck buddies.
 

“Hey Sabrina, I need a favor.” I reply still watching Wynter. She gives me a questioning look, but doesn’t say anything.
 

“Sure baby, anything you need,” her voice drops into a sexy whisper that typically gets me hard as a rock. This morning it’s not doing shit for me.
 

“Can you run by the store and grab some hair dye? Any color but blonde,” I say quickly. I hear her laughing on the other end of the line.
 

“Baby, please tell me that you are not dying your hair,” she giggles.
 

“Nah, just need it for a friend. Hurry up.” I reply hitting the END CALL button on the phone, and tossing it on the coffee table.
 

Now hopefully she doesn’t take her sweet ass time like normal.

Chapter Four

After listening to all those scary men shouting at each other, I wanted nothing more than to run away and never come back. To my surprise, Jase has been amazing since finding me in his apartment this morning. Hell, most people would have called the cops first, or shot me.
 

The way the men watched me as they left, was a new experience too. They all looked angry. I was sure that one of them was going to say something, but they all kept their mouth shut as they left.

I wonder what they meant by old lady…
 

I’ve heard that term before, and it kind of freaks me out. Hopefully it’s nothing bad because I’m definitely not old. Hopefully Jase explains whatever they were talking about because I’m not sure I want to be part of whatever they do either. They look just as dangerous as Saxton’s friends.

Listening to Jase talk to Sabrina was awkward. I wonder if that’s his girlfriend. God, I shouldn’t be wondering anything about him. Sure, he is a tall and very handsome man, but he doesn’t belong to me, and I will probably never be a blip on his radar.
 

I’m plain and average. While he is as hot as they come, with a side of badassness oozing from his pores. I’m pretty sure he is the very definition of sexy badass that everyone is always talking about in books.
 

When he’s done with his phone call, he tosses the phone on the coffee table, and then turns his attention towards me. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I wait for him to speak.

“I had to claim you as my ole’ lady in order to get you under the protection of the club.” I can feel my eyes bulge out of my head. He claimed me? What in the hell does that even mean? I go to say something, but I can’t get the words out. Please, oh please don’t tell me that I have to be his whore or whatever.
 

“Chill sugar. It’s nothing bad. In my world it means the same thing as wife,” he breathes.

“Your wife?” I screech.
 

He nods his head and shrugs his shoulders. “It was that, or let you fend for yourself with that bastard,” he states like he’s doing me a favor. Men, I swear!
 

“One of those men said something about rules…” I say trailing off. I’m not even sure what kind of rules there are in whatever little club they are in.

He chuckles before grabbing the remote off the coffee table. Well I’m glad I can amuse him. I for one, don’t think any of this is amusing. It’s turning into a weird nightmare. I’m tempted to say that I’ll be fine since I’ve been on the run for a while now and he still hasn’t gotten me, but then I think about the close calls already. I don’t know how many more lucky breaks I’ll get when he catches up to me.

“Yeah there are rules. Don’t ask questions about club business. Don’t disrespect my brothers. Never talk in public about any of us, and don’t make me look bad.” He says like it’s the most logical thing I’ve ever heard before. Club business? Brothers? How many could one man have? Don’t talk about them? Making him look bad? Seriously?

This man is crazy! I’m not even sure I want to know him, let alone talk about him to people I don’t know.

Before I can say anything in response to his list of rules, the door swings open, and a beautiful brunette comes walking in the door. Her tight leather pants mold to her perfect legs, and her cut off shirt shows her flat stomach. She closes the door behind her, and tosses a bag on the coffee table. Her eyes land on me, and I can see her trying to figure out who I am.
 

Instead of sticking around for whatever is going to go down between them, I grab the bag off the coffee table, and make a beeline for the bathroom in Jase’s bedroom.

“Who the hell is she?” The woman asks, when Jase doesn’t say anything to her.

“My ole’ lady,” he replies, like its old news or something.
 

“You have an ole’ lady?” she shrieks. I close the bathroom door, and try to block out their conversation. I don’t want to have any part in whatever they have going on.
 

Grabbing the box out of the bag, I read the instructions, and start to mix the two bottles together. Shit. I’ve never done this before and I’m not even sure I’m putting the right stuff in the container.
 

Looking at the box, I take in the sight of the girl’s hair color. It’s like a red color that is going to probably make me look funny. I’ve always had really white blonde hair, and this color is a huge change.
 

I can still hear the girl going on and on about how she deserves to be his ole’ lady, and not some little girl that he found in the street.

Breaking the end off of the bottle, I pull the gloves on. I start to spread the red dye stuff all over my scalp, and through my long hair. After a few minutes, I don’t hear very much yelling, so maybe they finally made up.
 

Looking in the mirror, it looks like I was stabbed in the head with a sharp object, and my head is bleeding profusely. Walking into the bedroom, I check the time, and start a count down. Twenty minutes with this stuff is going to seem like a lifetime.
 

Walking back into the bathroom, I take a seat on the toilet, and wait for the time to go by slowly. Ten minutes in, I hear a door slam, and Jase muttering.
 

“Holy fuck that bitch is crazy sometimes,” he mutters when he comes into the bathroom. He stops and looks at me before shaking his head. “That’s a fucking bright color,” he says staring at my head.

“Yeah, I should thank your girlfriend for that one,” I state pissed off. Couldn’t she of picked a natural looking color?
 

“She’s not my girlfriend. I don’t do girlfriends. Just fuck buddies.” He eyes burn into me and I’m not sure how to respond. He is everything that Shawn wasn’t. Shawn was sweet and loving, while Jase is brooding and dangerous.
 

I watch him walk back out of the bathroom and throw himself on the bed. Walking to the doorway, I ask him all the questions that have been floating around in my head since he said he claimed me.

“What is your club?” I ask eyeing him.
 

He laughs out loud, and then turns his head to look at me. “Sugar, we are a motorcycle club.”
 

“Like the
Sons of Anarchy
?” I say before I can stop myself. He gets a shit-eating grin on his face, and he shakes his head in amusement.
 

“Yeah sugar, just like that.” I can’t tell if he is serious or not. He watches me for a minute before he looks over towards the bedroom door.
 

“What do you mean by brothers?” I ask meekly.
 

His head turns towards me, and he responds without hesitation. “My brothers by blood and by the club. Every patched member is considered a brother, but I also have three blood brothers, and my father in the club too.” Oh my god. I can’t believe their father would let them join something like this.
 

“Your mom doesn’t mind that you are all in this club together?” I can tell he’s getting annoyed with my questions, but I need to know what I have gotten myself into.
 

“Nah, she loves the club just as much as my old man does. It’s in our blood.”
 

Instead of asking him any more questions, I go into the bathroom to rinse out my hair. I grab a dark towel off the rack so I don’t stain a light one with the dye, and make my way over to the tub.
 

Once I get the water to a warm temperature, I stick my head under the stream, and watch the water turn a bright red color. After running water through my hair until there is no more color coming from my head, I apply some conditioner stuff from the box, and rinse it once more.
 

Once I’m done, I turn the water off, and wrap the towel around my head. Drying my hair the best I can with the towel, I go and grab the brush out of my bag. Walking past the bed, I see Jase lying there with his eyes closed. I wonder what he’s thinking.