Wayward Soul (2 page)

Chapter Two

College has been one of the greatest experiences of my life. I have classes four days a week and get to party every night. Sometimes it's hard to get any schoolwork done, but I manage. I have made so many friends. Part of me is afraid that if I get sucked up into this life, I will lose myself. I want to break free from the mold of my past, but I don't want to get a bad reputation just to do it.

I never knew my high school years would mold me into the person I'm becoming. I hate that being made fun of all my life has finally taken its toll on me. I drink too much and have sex with too many guys. I do have some standards, but they aren't very high. I know I shouldn't be using my body to get over the past, but I can't help it. Alcohol and sex help numb it. Part of me wishes I could become a better person, but I'm not sure how to do that.

I can tell Anslie is worried about me. She knows me better than I know myself. She may not say it, but the look in her eyes when I tell her I'm going out speaks volumes. Anslie isn
’
t much for going out, so I
’
ve made a few friends around campus that like to go out as much as I do. Typically, if I come home at all, I stumble in around four in the morning. I am finally able to figure out who I am and I
’
m having fun doing it. I may be on the wrong path but, for once, it
’
s my choice.

We try to have at least one night a week where it's just me and her. We typically rent movies and eat junk food on the couch until we pass out.

I just wish Anslie would go out with me and enjoy the college experience. I know she doesn't want to be that type of girl, but I still miss time with my best friend. Part of me feels like she is missing out because she is still so hung up on Brantley. I want to be there for her, but I don't know how.

It's Monday and I just have English today, so I spend my morning at Starbucks and then make my way to class.

As I am walking by a new club being renovated, I see a guy in leather watching me. He has messy dirty blonde hair and striking green eyes. He is tall and lean with huge shoulders. I look him up and down, happy with what I
’
m seeing. When my eyes travel back up his body and lock with his, I see a smirk on his face. He totally just caught me checking him out.

His eyes roam my body and I can feel my breath hitch. My core is flooded with desire. Shit. I need to get out of here. I rush past him and continue my trek towards the school. I hear his laughter ring out in the air. Asshole.

I spend the next two hours in class, learning about the proper way to write a business letter. Halfway through, my phone vibrates with a text.

Anslie:
Hey, bitch! I just want you to know I love you!

I giggle, catching attention from others. I duck my head and act like I
’
m paying attention. I type out a response and put my phone back in my bag.

Me:
Love you, too, whore!

After class, I walk home and find Anslie on the couch. Her class isn't until tonight, so she spends most of the day here.

"Hey, lover!" I say, dropping my bag on the kitchen table. She waves at me over the back of the couch. "What are you watching?" I question. It looks kind of violent.

"I'm not really sure. It
’
s kinda crazy, though,
”
she says, totally engrossed in the show.

I go to the kitchen to make myself something to eat. "You hungry?" I ask.

She shakes her head and I pull out everything I need to make a sandwich. "Hey, Anslie?" I ask quietly.

She looks over at me. "Yeah?
”

I don
’
t know how to mention the guy without making her think about Brantley, so I just blurt it out, "Do you know if there is a biker club locally?"

She looks stunned that I asked. Covering up her surprise, she starts to smirk. "Yeah, there is. The Wayward Saints have a charter up here. You didn't honestly think my dad would let me go somewhere that didn't have one, did you?" She shrugs and goes back to watching the show.

"Do you know any of the guys here?" I
’
m being nosey, but I want to know who that sexy biker is.

"I met them a couple years ago, but I don't remember any of their names. Why?" she says, raising an eyebrow.

"I saw one on my way to class, so I was just curious." I sit at the table to eat my sandwich.

My mind continues to wander to the sexy biker. Is love at first sight a real thing? Without thinking, I ask the question out loud. Anslie looks over at me with a surprised expression. "Love at first sight? Case, are you okay? I know you don't believe in that stuff..." She trails off. Anslie
does
believe in that sort of stuff. She thinks that she and Brantley are meant to be, but I don't. If they were meant to be, they would be together.

I don't even bother responding to her. I don't want her to get any ideas in her head about me being in love.

Tonight, I
’
m going out with a girl from my math class to a trendy little club a couple blocks away from her apartment. Beacon is a great place to meet single men. After eating, I shower, shave, and exfoliate. Then I dry off and lather my body with lotion. I pick out some sexy underwear and matching bra, and a tight, dark grey dress. I blow dry my hair straight, add some smoky eye makeup, and then blush, then get dressed. Grabbing my clutch, I check for my ID and money. Shooting Melinda a text, I tell her I'm heading out the door.

Walking into the living room, I see Anslie on the phone. She sounds mad, but I don't want to make it seem like I
’
m eavesdropping. When she finally looks up, she looks me over, giving me a thumbs up and a small smile. I wave to her and walk out the door.

It takes me five minutes to get to Melinda's. As soon as I pull up, she comes running out the door wearing this bright red dress that hugs her curvy form perfectly. She has her hair up in a high ponytail, and very little makeup. She gets in and we drive the short distance to Beacon.

When we get there, the line is around the block. We strut our way to the bouncers, showing them a little something extra to get in the door ahead of everybody else. We hear all the whines and moans from the line as we walk through the door.

Walking in, I take in the scene. The dance floor is filled with couples bumping and grinding to the beat. The first thing we do is head to the bar and get drinks. I order a jack and coke, and Melinda gets some
“
girly
”
drink. When I start to hand the bartender money, he shakes his head and points down the bar. I see a handsome guy standing there, his glass raised. I raise mine and mouth,
Thank you
. Free drinks are always a plus.

After downing our drinks, we make our way to the dance floor. Melinda and I start swaying our bodies to the beat. We dance with each other until a pair of hands grip my waist, pulling me back into a solid body. I spin around and come face-to-face with the man who bought us the drinks.

We dance for a few songs, hips grinding and hands roaming. Suddenly, his hand grips the back of my neck and he leans in to whisper in my ear,
“
Let
’
s go, sweetheart.
”

I nod, looking into his eyes. He grabs my hand and drags me to the entrance. The night is beautiful and the stars are shining bright. When is the last time I looked at the stars? He hails a cab, then helps me inside.

The whole ride to his place is silent as we sit on opposite sides of the car. My mind keeps drifting back to that sexy biker from Monday. I don
’
t know why I can
’
t get him out of my head.

The cab stops and he pays the driver, then leads me into his first floor apartment. Once the door is closed, he tugs me down the hallway to what I assume is his bedroom. Suddenly, his mouth captures mine, his tongue probing. He reaches for my zipper, slowly pulling it down. Pulling it off my shoulders, I let it fall to the floor. He breaks our kiss, as his eyes roam over my body. I'm thin and have very little curves, so I get a little self-conscious at his perusal.

He smiles before running his hands down my body. His mouth drags across my skin, kissing my chest. I reach down and grip the buckle of his belt, then unbutton his slacks. Pushing them and his underwear over his hips, I rip open his shirt, buttons flying across the floor. As he lifts me off the ground, I wrap my legs around him and we move to the bed. Lying me down, his hand goes straight for my core. He glides a finger into my wetness and thrusts in and out a few times before grabbing a condom and rolling it on his hard length. Lining his dick up with my pussy lips, he trusts forward, hard, causing my whole body to jerk back. He continues to ram into me, grunting and moaning in my ear about how good it feels. For him, maybe. He
’
s not even trying to make it good for me. He just wanted a warm pussy to stick his dick into. Two more thrusts is all it takes for him before I feel his body shudder.

He pulls out and walks into the bathroom, as I roll over and look at the wall. He walks back in the room and slides under the covers, pulling my naked body to his. After a few minutes of silence, his breathing evens out and he falls asleep. I fall asleep a little while later.

Waking at five a.m., I sneak out of his place and hail a cab. Sitting there, as the driver heads back to the club to get my car, I ask myself how I got to this point. This isn't what I wanted my life to be like. I don't want to be the girl who sleeps with any guy who flirts with me.

Maybe I
do
want to fall in love.

Chapter Three

I
’
ve been let down my whole life. My old man used to beat my mom until she couldn't get back up, so I spent most of my childhood picking her up off the floor. She wasn't a fighter, but she was definitely a survivor. The night he put her in the hospital with a concussion was the worst thing I've ever experienced. I was ten and I couldn't do anything to help her. The only thing I knew to do was call my uncle.

I heard the phone ring and almost hung up before a gruff voice came over the line. "Yeah?"

I didn't know what to say, so I said the first thing that came to mind, "My momma is hurt. She told me to call this number if it was an emergency." I took a deep breath and waited for him to say something, anything.

He grunted.
“
Who
’
s your momma, boy?"

"Christina,
”
I answered quietly.

I heard him talking to someone else before getting on the phone again. "What's your name, son?"

I hesitated. Didn
’
t he know my mom? "Alec," I whispered. The beeping of the machines around me was loud and scary, and I wanted to get out of here.

"Where are you and your momma?" I could hear the anger in his voice. It was the same tone my daddy used when he was about to hurt my momma.

"At the hospital." I had a shaky tone to my voice. I was scared he might hurt her, too. I couldn
’
t let her get hurt anymore.

"Do you know where you live?" he questioned. He must not know my momma after all.

"No,
”
I whimpered.

"Hey, little man. It
’
s okay. I'll find you. I'll be there as soon as I can. Who did this to your momma?"

He voice was calm now. "Daddy."

The nurse walked into the room and gave me a sad smile. I didn
’
t want them to feel sorry for me. I just wanted my momma to be okay.

"Hey, little man. Can you do me a favor?"

I looked around the room before answering, "Yeah." I could feel tears coming.

"If your daddy comes to the hospital, call me. Okay?
”

"Okay," I responded, watching my momma in the hospital bed.

"We will be there soon."

A few hours passed. I was terrified my daddy would come back and hurt my momma even more. Suddenly, the door opened and in walked a big man wearing leather. I looked up at him, but wasn
’
t scared. He must be my uncle.

He was mean looking, but didn
’
t look mad like Daddy usually did. He looked at me, at the bed, then back at me before kneeling in front of me. "Hey, little man. I'm your uncle Nick. Your aunt Emily is my wife. Do you remember your aunt Emily?" I nodded and he pulled my small body to his. He whispered against my hair that everything would be all right.

After a week in the hospital, my mom was well enough to travel, so Uncle Nick had her moved to a hospital in Las Vegas, closer to them and their family.

After a week in the hospital in Vegas, mom was finally released. I spent most of my time with my cousins and my uncle, while my mom spent time with my aunt.

My cousins and I became more like brothers. We did everything together. Their dad became a dad to me, too. They took me in and treated me like I was one of them. I never knew what it was like to have siblings until then.

The day my uncle came to save my mom and me from my old man was the happiest day of my life. I no longer had to worry about finding my mom on the floor, unconscious. I was finally able to be a kid again.

We lived in a small house a couple of blocks from the compound, and Uncle Nick and Aunt Emily. I grew up loving the compound and the club, which is why I decided to join. My cousins, Brantley and Jase, prospected with me when we turned eighteen.

When I turned eighteen, I began prospecting for the Wayward Saints MC. My uncle taught me a lot. He was always there when I needed him, and I got to hang out with my cousins every day.

I've been a member for the last five years. I never have to worry about finding a girl to fuck, and I don't settle down. I have the life for which most men would kill. I ride, I drink, and I fuck with no strings.

All of the brothers made our lives hell, but I wouldn't change it for anything. This is the life I love, and I got to share it with my family.

Without my aunt and uncle, I'm pretty sure my dad would have killed my mom, then turned on me
–
or, worse, I would have become the same man he was.

When a new charter opened in Seattle a couple years ago, I moved away from my family, jumping at the opportunity to make my own way. I got here at the perfect time, getting a house and an almost renovated nightclub for cheap.

My plan is to finish the renovation and manage it through the club. Who knows? If it gets big, we can brand it and start a chain of nightclubs around each charter. Brant bought in with me, so I have more cash to complete the renovation. Having a few of the brothers help with the renovations saved some money, but there is still a lot to do.