Wayward Beginning (Wayward Saints MC Book 3) (5 page)

Chapter Nine

I slam my hands on the desk. Those fucking bastards shot my son! I will make sure to put a bullet in each and every person involved. “Angel, what can you do with this video? Can you get my men released?”

“Yes, I can. I think we should make a copy of the video first, though. Do you have another flash drive?”

I shake my head. I’ve never needed a flash drive. Hell, I have no idea what I would do with one. “No. Why the fuck would I have one of those just laying around?” I probably sound clueless, but I don’t care.

She looks at me with a smile. “Don’t worry. I have one at my apartment. I can make a copy for you and I’ll bring it to the hearing.” She looks at Bentley. “You said something about pictures, too. Can I see those, as well?” Bentley nods and hands her a stack of pictures. “Great! I’ll make copies of these, as well.” She smiles and grabs her stuff.

Great. I was so fucking close to getting this girl under me when my kid decides to cock block me.

Fucking kids.

“I’ll see you at the hearing. I’ll call if I need anything else,” she says, making her way to the door, walking out without a second glance.

Snarling, I look at Bentley, who has a smirk on his face. “Hope you’re happy, kid. I was trying to fuck the pretty little lawyer, but you and your sister seem to have other ideas.”

He starts to laugh. Fucking little prick. I can’t wait for the day I can return the favor. He won’t be laughing then.

“Damn, Dad. You that hard up for some pussy that you're going after the lawyer? Go fuck a whore if you need to get your dick wet. That bitch is too prissy for the likes of us.”

I agree with that last statement, but there is still something about her. I’m tired of fucking club whores. I miss having a woman to come home to at night. My boys don’t know what it’s like, but I miss the fuck out of it.

I spend some time with Bent, then he heads back to the club house for the night. I lock the doors and make my way to bed…alone.

As I lie there, I imagine the curvy little lawyer taking my cock in her mouth. I stoke my rock hard dick until I get close, then squeeze my shaft to postpone the inevitable. The images floating through my mind are enough to make a whore blush. I imagine her lips around me and I come all over my hand. Fuck… I need to fuck her already.

Two Days Later

I get up and get ready for the hearing. When I finally make it to the courthouse, I see Henley walking towards me.

“Cason,” she says, a little breathless. She hands me a flash drive and tells me to keep it somewhere safe. I just nod.

“Um, about what happened…,” she starts.
This should be good
. “We shouldn’t let our relationship become anything but professional. I just want to do my job and that’s it.”

I put my finger to her lips. “Henley, we
will
be fucking. Trust me, angel. You’re gonna be begging for more once I’m done with you.” I hear her sharp intake of breath. She wants this as much as I do. I can see the lust written all over her face. “Now, let's go get the boys released.” I watch her swallow. I want nothing more than to kiss along her neck, but I refrain.

I grab Henley’s hand and lead her inside. Looking around the room, I see a short blonde girl giving Henley a dirty look. She’s standing next to Sutter, so I can only assume she works for him, as well.

Henley and I make our way over to where they are standing and I greet my old “friend”. I don’t trust the man as far as I can throw him, but you know the old saying. “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.” That saying was made for him.

“Sutter, it’s good to see you, brother.” We clap each other on the back and he motions to the blonde.

“Cason, this is Sarah. Sarah, this is Cason Davoli. He is one of our clients.” Sarah looks me up and down, then licks her lips. You would think this bitch wants to eat me for lunch by the way she is eyeing me right now. She looks like she
could
stand to gain a few pounds.

I look at Henley, who is trying not to make eye contact with either one of them. Something is weird there, but I can’t put my finger on it. Sarah places herself between Henley and me, and I’m tempted to push the bitch out of the way. Sutter makes small talk, but I’m watching Henley and her reaction to him. I’m going to have to ask her about that later.

Once the courtroom doors open, we make our way inside. Every chance she gets, Sarah continues to try and put her hands on me. I stop before we walk in and ask Henley to wait with me. Sarah tries to stay behind, but I dismiss her just as fast.

I see her pout, which makes her even uglier. I don’t get why bitches make that face because it doesn’t do anything for them. As soon as everyone has made their way inside, I pull Henley out of sight and trap her against the wall.

“Angel, what happened between you and Sutter?”

She looks up at me in shock. “Nothing,” she says quickly, shaking her head.

“Henley, I can see it written all over your face. What happened?” She tries to break away from my grip, but I don’t let her go.

“I’ll figure it out one way or another. Why don’t you just do me a favor and tell me.” I lower my lips to hers and I feel her body tense up. “Henley, please.”

She looks down at the floor. “He hit on me and I told him no. Ever since then, he gives me shitty assignments, makes me uncomfortable, and tries to make me look like I can’t do my job.”

Fuck. I knew Sutter was shady, but I didn’t know he was
that
bad.

“I’ll deal with Sutter. You just focus on my men. I’ll take care of everything else.”

She looks at me with huge, violet eyes. “Okay,” she whispers.

I touch my lips to hers and a jolt runs through my body. I’ve never felt that before, not even with Avie.

We make our way inside and I see a few of my club brothers sitting a few rows behind the defense table. I take a seat right behind Henley and the boys. Dom and Jase both turn around and look at me.

“We will get you both out. Everything okay on the inside?” I ask, smirking.

Jase rolls his eyes and Dom answers, “Yeah, we’re fine, but I’d like to get the fuck out of here sooner rather than later. There are a few of the Black Hills’ guys in here trying to start shit, but nothing we can’t handle.”

Figures. Ever since that shit went down in Seattle, those boys have been at us. It must have been retaliation when they came after us yesterday. They are nowhere near as big as us, but they have some ruthless men that wouldn’t mind prison or even death.

“If you boys need anything, call me. I have a guard friend who can get you a call day or night, and I’ll get you what you need.”

The bailiff calls for order and we all rise. Once I see who the judge is, I know the boys are in for one hell of a trial. The bastard judge on this case is determined to put each and every one of the Wayward Saints in jail. He tried to put
me
away a few years ago, but couldn’t get the charges to stick.

Dom looks back at me and all I can do is nod. He knows exactly what I’m thinking. Sutter was barely able to get me off for the murder of that bastard Damien. They couldn’t prove that I killed him and they still can’t find his body, so they had to drop the charges. Not that I was the one who actually pulled the trigger, but if they had some proof and tried me again, I would take the fall. I wouldn't want my daughter to have to lose the father of her children because he did everything he could to save her life.

I wait for the judge to look at me and I can’t help but smirk back. As he stares at me, he realizes who he has in his court. I see a small smile cross his face as he stares at my kids all sitting next to me. Anslie has her arm linked in mine, Brant is next to her, followed by Robbie, Raef, and Bentley.

“Daddy, why is the judge staring at us?” Anslie whispers in my ear.

I turn my head and whisper back, “He tried to put me away for the murder of Damien.” I feel her grip on me tighten, so I pat her hand to reassure her.

Henley looks at the judge, then back at me, a confused look on her face. I shake my head at her and mouth,
Later
. She nods and turns back to the judge. Looking over at Nick, he gives me a look and I just smile. I hope this bastard comes after us again.

Chapter Ten

The way the judge is staring at the Davoli family is a little strange. I’ve never seen him look at someone in the gallery the way he is looking at Cason. They must have a history. I look at Cason, then turn my attention back to the judge.

“In the matter of Dominic Davoli and Jason Insico versus the state of Nevada, how do the defendants plead?” the judge asks.

At the same time, Dominic and Jason say, “Not guilty.”

I watch Judge York stare at Cason more intensely than I’ve ever seen before. I ask for bail for both my clients, but the judge ignores me.

“The defendants will be held without bail.” He slams the gavel down and gets up to walk out of court. He doesn’t even follow proper protocol. He didn’t even give me a chance to state
why
they deserve bail.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Nick Insico says from next to Cason. I’ve never met him, but I’ve seen him around on more than one occasion.

“That bastard is still mad he couldn’t put me away years ago and now he’s taking it out on the boys,” Cason says, watching Dom and Jace getting cuffed.

“We will work on getting you guys out,” he states as the guard leads them away.

“Cason?” I ask.

I need to know the history between him and the judge. “Angel, I’ll tell you when we get out of here. We have some things to discuss.”

That’s not the answer I wanted but, apparently, that’s the end of the conversation. I grab my pen and notebook, shoving them in my bag. I grab my stuff and make my way for the exit. A hand lands on my arm and I turn.

“Excuse me?” Anslie says quietly.

“Yes?”

“Are you going to be able to get my brother and brother-in-law out of jail?”

Brother-in-law
? “I will do my best to get them both out of jail. I promise.” I smile at her and she lets go of my arm.

“Are you and my dad sleeping together?”

Holy fuck. Why do his kids think I am getting involved with their dad? We almost went too far once and that was it. It’s not going to happen again. I shake my head. “He is a client and I don’t mix business with pleasure.”

She smiles at me and I blush. “If you say so. Bentley told me what he walked in on. You’re the first woman to catch his eye in a long time. I just want him to be happy.” She smiles and walks back over to the guy from the other night.

I watch him wrap his arms around her and his hand goes straight to her belly. Part of me wishes that was me and the man of my dreams, but I know it’s a dream that will never happen. I sigh and make my way through the building. Just before I can make my way outside, I feel someone grab my arm.

“Angel, come by tonight and we can go over the details of what’s between the judge and myself.” I don’t even bother to reply. We both know that I will show up, if for no other reason than curiosity.

I make my way out of the courthouse and to my car. Once I close the door, I am startled by a man knocking on my window. I lock my doors and roll my window down a crack.

“Can I help you?” I ask, watching him.

“You need to lose the case of the Wayward Saints.”

I look at him strangely. “Why would I lose the case for my clients?” I ask. He has
got
to be kidding me. I don’t lose on purpose.

“All you need to know is that those two need to go down. If you don’t help us, you may have some trouble coming your way.” He turns and walks away without another word. I watch him get on his bike and take off right before Cason and his people walk out the building.

Pushing all thoughts of that man out of my head, I take off and make my way back to the office, pulling into the parking lot and walking inside. I need to get my notes ready for the trial. After saying hello to Kim at reception, I make my way to my office. Sitting down at my desk, I go through my notes on the video and the photos.

After spending a few hours going over the case, I hear a knock on my door. “Come in!” I see Nikki standing in the door way.

“Hey, Henley. How was court this morning?” she asks.

I don’t get how she is so freaking happy all the time. I would hate that.

“It was terrible. Judge York didn’t even let me have the option of bail. I think he has a past with one of my client’s fathers.” Her eyes light up as she urges me to continue. “My clients are Dominic Davoli and Jason Insico.”

Her mouth drops open and she stares at me with wide eyes. “Have you
seen
Cason Davoli? My god, he is probably the hottest man in town!” she squeals.

“He’s not that great,” I mutter.

She starts to go on and on about Cason. I guess I can see what she sees in him, but I don’t know how why she thinks he’s so perfect. Listening to her, I find out more information about him than I want to know. As she’s talking, my phone starts to ring and Cason’s name pops up. Nikki glances at my phone.

“Speak of the devil,” she gasps and answers it, putting it on speaker.

“Angel, you still coming over tonight?” he asks in his raspy voice before I can even say hello. It’s got a line straight to my vagina and my mind gets flooded with dirty images.
Great
.

I watch Nikki’s eyes widen. “Yeah, Cason. Once I’m done here. Is that okay?” I ask quietly. I don’t want to seem too eager.

“Yeah, babe. Hurry up. I want to finish what we talked about earlier, too.”

I blush and Nikki hits me in the shoulder. “Okay, Cason. I’ll let you know when I’m on my way.”

He says something else, but I’m more focused on getting off the phone and away from Nikki’s questioning glare. I don’t even know what to tell her. We are friends, but I don’t really share my personal life with her.

Once I hang up, she puts her hands on her hips. “Spill. You are dating one of the most dangerous MC Presidents in Vegas?!”

My eyes widen and I can’t help but shake my head. “I’m not dating him, Nikki. He is my client and that is it.”

She looks at me like I’m crazy, which I very well could be. The jury is still out on that one. “Then why is he calling you ‘angel’ and ‘babe’?” she asks, cocking her hip to the side.

I look around my office at all the things I’ve accumulated in the last year. Anything to take the edge off. I don’t want her to know that I secretly want to see that sexy man again.

“I have no idea. He just started calling me that. It’s nothing. But I need to get this done so I can get this meeting over with. I need to prepare for the trial.” She nods and makes her way out of my office.

I spend the next few minutes trying to talk myself out of going over to his house. I still remember how well that went for me last time. I have no good reason not to show up, so I grab my stuff and make my way to my car.

On the way to Cason’s, I think back to what that biker said to me while at the courthouse. Should I tell Cason about that? Why would the guy care if the charges get dropped or not?

When I pull up to Cason’s house, I decide the first thing I want to do is tell him about that. However, as soon as I knock on the door, he throws it open and pulls me inside. He closes the door and pushes me up against it.

As soon as our lips touch, I am lost. I forget about everything I needed to tell him and am so far under his spell, I barely remember my own name. He trails kisses along my neck, then unbuttons my shirt.

My nipples become hard, leaving no doubt about what he does to me. My hands run down his chest and straight for his belt. I am throwing caution to the wind, and I couldn’t care less about the consequences.

Cason pulls my shirt down my arms and unhooks my bra with ease. After discarding it, I see him staring at my breasts. They are probably smaller than he’s used to, but it's what I was blessed with.

He reaches around me, still kissing everywhere he can. Pulling the zipper down on my skirt, he slides it and my panties down my body. I can feel myself growing wetter in anticipation. His groan as he takes in the sight of my body makes me hotter than I’ve ever been before. I want to fuck him so bad right now.

He lifts me up with ease, which is hard for most men I’ve met. I’m not exactly a size zero.

I am proud of my body and I love my curves, so being a size eight makes me feel beautiful. If a man can’t handle my curves, it's his loss.

Pushing me back against the door, he attacks my mouth and I kiss him back with the same determination. Holding me up with one arm, he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his jeans. He pulls them down just enough for his cock to spring out. In one smooth thrust, he enters me, and I can’t help but scream out in pleasure and slight pain. He’s bigger than any other man I’ve been with so it takes some getting used to.

I grip his shoulders as he continues to thrust into me. “Oh, fuck…,” I groan, digging my fingers into his back. He pulls a nipple into his mouth and sucks on it, gently biting, then takes the other into his mouth.

“Damn. I knew your pussy would be good, but I didn’t expect it to milk my cock the way it is. Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight.” He grunts as he continues to thrust inside me at just the right angle.

“Oh, god,” I whimper. It feels so damn good. Sex has never felt this good before.

I reach down to my pussy and rub my clit. I hear him growl, but I’m too far gone to stop what I’m doing. I feel my body shatter around his cock. “Fuck, Cason!” I scream out. He continues his assault on my pussy until he pulls out and comes all over his stomach.

Oh shit. We didn’t use protection. He could have a million different diseases. I don’t even know what to think. I release my legs and slide down his muscular body. He is built in all the right places, and I want to run my tongue over every muscle.

Shit. I need to stop thinking about that. I need to get it together.