Wayward Beginning (Wayward Saints MC Book 3) (13 page)

Chapter Twenty-Four

I never thought Henley would turn out to be just like Selena. I can’t fucking believe I didn’t see it before everything blew up in my face. I know I shouldn’t have left her at her office like that, but I couldn’t be around her one more minute.

Looking into her sad eyes made me want to do something stupid. She looked devastated, but I’m sure it was just because she got caught.

As soon as I pull up to the club house, I know it’s going to take a while for me to get over her cheating on me. Fuck her and that fucking prick Sutter.

Walking into the bar, I see Bentley walking towards me, a smirk on his face. As he gets closer, I see Anslie walking towards me, too. Bent slaps me on the shoulder, leading me to the bar.

“Why are you looking ten shades of pissed off?” he asks, motioning for a beer.

As much as I don’t want to talk to my kid about my love life, I know he’s not going to let up, just like his sister. When Anslie reaches us, I want to get up and make my way to my room. She pulls up a barstool and looks at me with her sad puppy dog eyes that used to always get me to do whatever she wanted.

“Hey, baby girl,” I state.

“Daddy, why are you mad? The last time I saw you this mad, you were about to kill Brantley because I was pregnant.” I can’t help but smirk at her. My little girl knows me well.

I take a drink of my beer, then turn my attention back to Bentley. “I just caught Henley with her boss in her office,” I growl.

I hear Anslie gasp, but I wave her off. I really don’t want to listen to her trying to defend Henley. They’ve become friends and I’m sure my daughter will try to argue her point until she’s blue in the face. I’m not interested. The only thing I want right now is to fuck a club whore and forget all about Henley.

I order a shot of whiskey and slam it. Bentley whistles, and I watch Anslie start to type something out on her phone. She’s probably trying to warn Henley I’m pissed off. Fuck her! She’s just like Selena and I hope she stays the fuck away from me. I motion for another shot, telling the prospect to leave the bottle. Once I’m about six shots in, Bentley decides it’s time to say something.

“Old man, what if you walked in on something that looked like something else? I’ve seen the pretty little lawyer with that Sutter prick and she always looks ready to claw his eyes out. What if you’re reading the situation wrong? What if she really needed your help and you left her with that prick? What if he does the same thing to Henley that Damien did to Anslie?”

I look over at Ans and I can see the fear written all over her face. I will fucking kill that bastard if he hurts her, but seeing them together was still too much for me to deal with right now. I have way too many people counting on me to be too caught up on a bitch.

“I highly doubt it. She looked shocked that I was there. I caught them up against the wall.”

“Dad, I know you think she’s like my mom, but she’s not. I know she loves you and would do anything for you. Why are you so quick to judge her? I’m sure there is a logical explanation for what happened. Trust me, I know how hard it is to accept that it’s not always as you see it. I wasted a lot of time with that. We want you to be happy and, for the first time ever, you are! Don’t let something you aren’t sure about ruin that.”

I can see my daughter believes that, but I’m not sure I do. I’ve been a sucker far too many times. I can’t just let this woman walk all over me like the last one.

“Do you love her, old man?” Bentley asks. He’s trying to figure me out, but I’m not sure how I feel about that.

I nod and look behind the bar. I can’t take their eyes burning into me. They want to say something, but they both hold their tongues, for which I’m grateful. I don’t want to tell them more than they really need to know.

Anslie puts her hands on my shoulder. “Dad, you need to talk to her, hear her side of things. Don’t let one misinterpretation ruin something great!” 

“I agree with Ans this time, Dad. If you really loved her, you wouldn’t compare her to Slutena, and you wouldn’t be questioning her.”

With that, Bent slaps me on the back and makes his way through the bar. I watch him walk up to a brunette with legs that last for days, but they aren’t Henley’s legs.

God, I’m starting to sound like a pussy
. I see Brantley walking over, my grandsons holding his hands, and I think about all they’ve been through. As much as I hate that kid sometimes, I know that if Anslie wouldn’t have listened to Brantley, they wouldn’t be here right now. Brant would probably be drunk as a skunk most nights, and Anslie would probably have ended up with a bigger asshole.

“Hey, Prez,” Brant says.

The boys both run the short distance to us and wrap their arms around my legs. “Gampa!” As I lift them both up to sit on my lap, Brant kisses Anslie.

“You ready to go?” he asks her.

Before they leave, Anslie pulls me into a hug. “Daddy, please talk to her. She’s probably just as hurt as you are, and I would hate for you to do something you will regret if you keep drinking. I know those stupid whores will be all over you before I even walk away. I know you love her, so stop being stupid.”

She kisses my cheek and, deep down, I know she’s right. I get up and make my way to my room before any of the whores try to stop me. I know I should probably talk to Henley tonight, but with the drinking, I’m sure I would say something I’d regret.

Chapter Twenty-Five

It’s been a week since the scene at my office. Cason and I haven’t spoken, and I know he probably isn’t going to be the one to say anything first. I’m still sick, so I know something is wrong with me. We had talked about it before and he said he would be there for me, but I can’t be sure now. What if he regrets everything we did? What if he wants nothing to do with me…with us?

Before work, I make an appointment to get confirmation for something I already know. The nauseous feeling in my stomach almost causes me to pull over, but I try and at least make it to the office.

When I finally make it to work, I can feel the tension. Since the incident, I have been working from home, so I am finally going to face the music.

As soon as I walk into the reception area, I can feel Sutter’s eyes on me. I hurry past him and walk into my office. Before I have a chance to settle in, I hear my door close.

Turning around, I come face to face with a very beat up Sutter. Most of the swelling has gone down, but the bruises are very noticeable, and I can tell he’s pissed.

“Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. I’ve been waiting for you to come back to work. I sure as hell didn’t get what I wanted from you last time, so you’re going to have to pay up a lot more this time. Too bad your little boyfriend thinks you’re just a cheating whore,” he says, a smirk on his face. He starts to corner me between my desk and the wall when the door suddenly opens.

Both of our heads snap to the door and I see Anslie standing there, looking as pissed as her dad did a week ago.

“Please tell me it’s not true Henley,” she states with a deadly stare.

I shake my head and mouth,
Help me
. She looks from Sutter to me and I can see her getting even more pissed. Just as she’s about to pounce, I see Raef come into the office. He grabs her around the waist, just under her small baby bump, and pulls her behind him.

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size, Sutter?” he asks with a deadly glare.

I watch Sutter smirk. “Well, it’s not like your old man wants this bitch anymore, so what’s the harm in me taking a piece of the pie?” I start to step around him, but he doesn’t let me. He digs his fingers into my arm, stopping me.

“Ans, call Dad,” Raef grinds out, but she continues to stare at us and doesn’t move. “Now!”

I watch her grab her phone out of her bag and punch in a number. “Dad, can you come to Henley’s work? We need your help with something.” She listens, then hangs up. She looks over at her brother and it’s like they are communicating with just their eyes.

Sutter tries to pull me out of my office, but Raef blocks the doorway. He’s a scary-looking dude and twice his size, so I’m sure it will be easy to keep Sutter right where he wants him.

A few minutes later, I hear the stomping of boots coming towards my office. I take a deep breath because I know I’m about to be a few feet from the man I love and there is nothing I can do about it. He made his decision and I am going to respect it. I can’t force him to believe me.

“What the fuck is going on?” he roars.

“Dad, I followed Henley because I was worried,” Anslie states in a panic. Cason just rolls his eyes and looks over to Raef, who shrugs and points to his sister.

“Henley, are you okay?” he asks, finally turning in my direction.

I shake my head, but don’t try to move. I can feel Sutter’s fingers digging so far into my skin, I’m sure he’s leaving wounds.

“Why don’t you get out of my office, Cason? You have no reason to be here, and I know you two are no longer together. So, if you’ll excuse us, we have a little project we need to work on.”

I start to panic, swinging my eyes to Cason. He can’t leave me here with this monster. I don’t think I can take whatever he is planning on doing to me. When my eyes meet Raef’s, I silently plead that he does something, anything.

“When we walked in, he had a pretty tight grip on Henley, kinda like he does now. You know what that tells me, old man?” he casually states.

Cason nods and motions for me to come to him. I try to walk over to him, but Sutter pulls me back. I whimper when he breaks the skin on my arm with his nails. I look up at Cason and I see a very pissed off biker standing there. He looks ready to kill and I don’t want to be in the crosshairs when it happens.

He walks closer to us and I can feel Sutter tense up. His grip hurts, but I try to not make a sound.

“Let her go and I won’t kill you,” Cason states.

“You want this stupid little bitch? Fucking take her. She’s probably no good anyway,” he spits out. He pushes me into Cason’s arms and tries to run past us. He runs into Anslie, who falls against the wall and slides to the ground. She cries out, and I see Raef grab Sutter before he can get away.

Cason makes sure I’m okay before he rushes to Anslie’s side. She’s sitting on the floor and I can see the pain flash across her face. “Daddy, it hurts,” she whispers.
Oh god. The baby
.

I see her white shorts starting to turn red, so I grab my office phone and call an ambulance. The dispatcher tells me to keep her calm, so I try my best to do so. I have never been scared like this before. If Brantley and Anslie lose their baby because of me, I’ll never be able to forgive myself.

The cops and paramedic rush in. Once Anslie is loaded into the ambulance, Raef with her, it takes off. Cason sticks around with me to give a statement to the police. He tells the cops that he won’t press charges.

I almost have a stroke when those words come out of his mouth. I can’t believe he’s going to let this asshole get away with hurting his daughter. I understand why he wouldn’t care about him hurting me, but that is his
daughter
who just left in an ambulance.

Once the cops leave, he walks me out to my car. I have to jog to keep up with him. When we finally reach my car, I’m out of breath and confused.

“I don’t want you going back to work for him,” he says through gritted teeth.

I know I shouldn’t, but I have clients who are counting on me. I can’t just give up on them. I start to shake my head, but he traps me against my car.

“Henley, promise me you will stay away from him. I’m going to take him down, and I don’t want you anywhere near him when I do. I’m trying to protect you.”

I can feel the tears well up in my eyes as I look into his. His blue eyes make me wonder about what color our child’s eyes will be. Will we have a little girl who has my spirit, or will we have a little boy who is fearless like his father?

With all this running through my head, I nod and blink away the tears. I need to tell him, but when I start to, his phone rings.