Wayward Temptation (Wayward Saints MC Book 6) (14 page)

Getting ready for the run the next morning, my mind goes to Sailor, and I can’t help but wonder what she’s doing right now. She’s probably lying on the bed, and writing the rest of her story. She has a knack for words, and I really wish her nothing but the best. But, I’m sure that won’t make a difference if that Cam guy finds her.
 

Grabbing my phone, I pull up the search engine, and type in his name. Seeing all the results, I focus on the ones where he has been in trouble with the law: rape, kidnapping, false imprisonment, and murder.
 

Not once has he ever been convicted, and I have a feeling that it’s because of his lawyer. He’s gotten off every charge. Most of the time the witnesses recanted their statements, or they wound up missing. I get a message from the supplier, and I check it, closing out of the screen on Cam. Grabbing my shit, I make my way out of my new room, and get the guys ready to head out for the ride.
 

By the time we leave, we have only a small window of time to get to the buy, without them leaving. We haul ass, and make it just in time. Pulling up to the abandoned warehouse, we park, and wait for the fuckers to get here. Screech comes walking towards me, and just before he can say something to me, a bullet flies at us, and hits him in the shoulder. We all duck down behind our bikes, and start to fire on the guys that are now closing in on us.
 

Screech takes out a guy, and I take out the next guy, before he has a chance to fire on Butch. A few of the guys have bullet wounds, but at least all of the other guys are on the ground. Walking over to the one fucker that’s still alive, I step on his wound, and he starts to scream like a little bitch.
 

“Why the fuck are you shooting at us?” I grit out. He tries to spit blood at me, but it ends up just covering himself.
 

“Fuck you,” he groans, when I put more pressure on his wound. “You crossed us one too many times, and Felix isn’t just going to let you get away with that,” he spits.
 

“We haven’t fucking crossed you,” I yell.
 

“Your fucking brother has. He’s been taking a cut of the profits, and Felix is done with it.” He spits out some more blood, and it ends up all over my boot.

“Who?” I grate out. He coughs up some blood, and he starts to lose consciousness.
 

“Striker,” he whispers, before he passes out. I put a bullet in his head, and when I look at the other guys, I see the shock written all over their faces. None of them had an idea. Fuck, it’s even more fucked up than my old man thought.
 

Mac needs to fucking deal with this shit, and I have a feeling that I’m going to get blamed for it anyway. I make my way to my bike, and crank the engine. “Let’s ride.”
 

Taking off, I lead us back to the clubhouse. When we get there, I’m already expecting a shit storm from Mac. He doesn’t even let me get off my bike before he comes at me, blaming me for the shit that went down today. Instead of even trying to defend myself, I go to my room, and grab my shit. Shoving everything into my bags, I secure them before standing up, and facing Mac.
 

“Fuck you. You wanted my help, you fucking got it. I didn’t fucking cause this shit to go bad, one of your men did. Blame it on me if you want because I don’t give a fuck. Deal with your own fucking problems.” Getting on my bike, I crank the engine. I take off into the crisp afternoon, and make my way back to Vegas.
 

I don’t even bother looking back because the only thing worth staying for, doesn’t even want anything to do with me right now. I wish her the best too. Maybe Butch and the rest of the guys can keep her safe, but I highly fucking doubt it.

Chapter Eighteen

I’ve been locked in this stupid room for days. I just wish that Raef would come back, so I could tell him how sorry I am for everything I’ve said to him. I was a bitch before he left, and when Butch told me that he left without saying goodbye, I was even more heartbroken. He promised that he wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye, but I’m sure that it’s my fault he didn’t say anything to me. I probably wouldn’t have listened to him anyway.

I heard that another member from the Las Vegas charter was coming, but I wasn’t sure what to expect. Part of me was hoping that it would be Raef, but I know that he probably doesn’t want anything to do with me.
 

When I hear the door open, I look up, and see a man that looks crazy similar to Raef. My eyes widen, and I’m sure he probably thinks I’m crazy or something. "Is Raef here?" I try to look around them, but his wide body blocks the doorway, and I only see Butch standing beside him.
 

"No. I need to know what happened, and why my brother got blamed for this shit going south," the man asks. My eyes dart to Butch’s, but he doesn’t say a word to me. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. All I want is to see Raef one last time.
 

"Leave us alone Butch," he states with authority. Butch starts to say something, but the biker growls out "now,” effectively cutting him off.
 

I watch my brother, as he turns and walks out of the room with a huff. The biker looks angry. I wish I had the answers to help him with whatever he’s trying to figure out, but I don’t. I have no clue about what he did the day he left, and from what I heard, that was the reason he left. "Now tell me what the fuck happened. Your brother won't be able to protect you anymore. I need answers, and I need them now."

"I don't know how they found out about me and Raef. I just know they did
,
and they tried to kill him too," I whisper. "I never wanted him to get involved with my past."

The biker looks ready to run, but he stands his ground
,
and watches me as I start to cry.
 

"Who?" he barks out.

The tears well up in my eyes. "The guy who bought me," my voice is no more than a whimper
,
and he looks like he cringes at the sight of my tears.

"Your brother know someone bought you?" he asks.

I nod my head
,
and try to get the words out. "They made a..
.
a..
.
deal with the mob
,
and my brother can't..
.
can't take them all on alone." He looks pissed
,
as he walks to the door.
 

"Is he ever going to come back?" I ask brokenly. He turns to look at me for a second
,
before he replies.
 

"I have no idea," he walks out the door without even looking back
,
and I can’t help but sob. I blew the best thing that ever happened to me
,
and now I know that he is never coming back for me. Hell, why would he when I kicked him out of our room?
 

I wish I could take it all back, but I can’t. Butch told me that someone has been asking about Raef
,
and I know that it's because he's been protecting me. He said that if they found him, they were cleared to kill him.

When Butch comes back to my room a few hours later, he looks angry. He doesn’t say much, but he does bring me lunch
.
I barely get a few bites down. I feel sick to my stomach non-stop
,
and I know it’s just because I’m heartbroken over what happened with Raef. I wish I had a way to contact him. Part of me wants to know if what we shared was real. I want to know if he’s hurting too.
 

“What’s wrong?” I finally ask
,
when I get tired of the silent treatment. He blows out a breath
,
and shakes his head.
 

Taking a small sip of the water he brought me, I ignore him
,
and his shitty attitude. It’s been quiet around here since Raef left
,
and I know that they aren’t giving me the whole story. The other day Mac, the club’s president
,
called me into his office
.
He told me that I’m on lockdown, to make sure that no one came after me. He said that Raef made some enemies
,
and that they were now after me. It was a load of bullshit, but I let him say whatever
,
in order to get out of the clubhouse.
 

I know that I’m the one they are after
,
and they are just blaming everything on him. I hope that biker from earlier will be able to find out the real truth. Raef doesn’t deserve to have his name ran through the mud because of me and Striker.
 

Part of me wishes that I could ask Striker why he did what he did, but I’d be afraid of the answer. I get that he was angry with me, but I didn’t think that it would result in him selling me out like he did. He was going to let someone kidnap me
,
all because I chose someone else over him? Who in their right mind does that? Especially if they claim to love you.
 

“I know you want him to come back, but I doubt it’s going to happen. Prez will never let that happen.” His voice is deep
,
and he sounds like he doesn’t agree with what is happening now.

“I already knew he wouldn’t come back
,
” I whisper. The tears well up in my eyes
,
and I swore to myself that I wouldn’t let myself get my hopes up. He’s never going to come back
.
I've started to accept that, but one look at the biker that looks so eerily similar to him
,
makes my mind think that maybe he will.

“He wasn’t happy when he left. I could see it in his eyes
,
even if he didn’t admit it Sailor. I think he fell for you
,
even if he didn’t plan on it.” He gives me a sad smile
,
and the tears start to fall down my cheeks. He scoots closer to me
,
and wraps his arm around my shoulder. Crying on my big brother’s shoulder, I can’t help but think about every moment that I got to spend with Raef. He may be gone from my life, but I won’t let that stop me from getting out of this crap without a fight.
 

“I won’t let Marco
,
and whoever that bastard is that bought me
,
win. I will fight until I can’t fight anymore
,
” my voice cracks
,
and when Butch looks at me, I can see that he’s proud of me.
 

“I’m proud of you sis. Give them hell
,
and never back down. I’ll always be here for you
,
if you need it.” He kisses my forehead before getting up
,
and walking out the door. I hear the lock click back into place
.
I know they are just doing it for my protection, but it sucks. I hate knowing that I am practically a prisoner in this place.
 

 
When I can’t eat anymore, I go back to writing my life story. This is the only time that I feel like maybe I can heal. I let the words flow through my hand to the pen
,
and it’s therapeutic. I may never publish this, but at least I know that it helped me grow in some capacity along the way.