Wayward Temptation (Wayward Saints MC Book 6) (15 page)

I’m just hoping that maybe one day
,
Raef will be able to read the parts about him. I hope he knows that what I felt for him was real
,
and even if things didn’t turn out the way I wanted, I will always remember the short lived happiness that he brought into my dark and sad life.
 

Chapter Nineteen

Two months later

Pulling up a bar stool at the clubhouse, I tell the prospect to grab me a beer
.
I wait for him to come back. I’ve spent ninety percent of my time getting fucking shitfaced drunk for the last two months
,
and no one has said a word to me about it.

Every bitch I’ve fucked since I left Sacramento
,
has left me with fucking blue balls that fucking kill
.
All I can fucking think of
,
is the fucking girl from Sacramento.
 

I picture her fucking face when I close my eyes
,
and no matter what I do, I can’t get her off my damn mind.

When Dom got back from Sacramento, he said she asked about me. I shouldn’t fucking care
,
but I do. I want to go back down there
,
and take her away from all that shit.
 

“Hey fuckhead
,
” Sebastian says from behind me. Turning around, I see him standing there with some bitch that I don’t recognize
,
and she doesn’t hold a fucking candle to Sailor in any damn department.

“What?” I bark. He grins
,
and I know that I’m not in the mood for whatever shit he talks today. All I want to do is get fucking drunk
,
and pass the fuck out in my bed alone.
 

“Rachel here wanted a little fun
,
and I was telling her how I knew just the guy
,
” he winks at me
,
and I wave him off. I don’t even want to deal with his bullshit right now. He’s doing it just to piss me off
,
and the smirk on his face proves it.
 

“Fuck you. I’m fine right where I am
,
” I say
,
turning my attention to my beer.
 

“She fucks like a porn star.” Turning to look at him, I see him waggle his eyebrows
,
and I push up from my barstool. Reaching over the bar, I grab a bottle of Jameson
,
and shake my head at him.
 

“I’m good. I already have plans with this bottle
,
and drowning out a memory.” I hear his snickers
,
as I turn and walk away, but I don’t even bother. I don’t give a fuck about what he thinks
,
and I sure as hell don’t want to fuck that bitch. No one has gotten my dick hard in the past month
,
and I bet she sure as hell won’t either.
 

Waking up the next morning to the banging on my door, I grab my phone
,
and see that I have thirty missed calls from my old man and my brothers. Getting up, I pull on a pair of jeans
,
and make my way to answer the door.
 

“Fuck
,
about damn time
,
” my old man grits out. He sniffs the air for a second
,
and I cringe at the words that I’m sure are going to come out of his mouth. “Go fucking shower. You smell like a fucking brothel.” Shaking my head, I close my door
.
I stumble to my bathroom
,
and start the water.
 

He bangs on my door again and yells, “Ten fucking minutes
,
and I want your fucking ass out here.” I flip him the bird
,
and pull my jeans back off
,
before stepping under the hot water.
 

Once I get out of the shower, I feel semi human again. I brush my teeth
,
and dress quickly knowing that I’m cutting it close on my old man’s time limit. He’s already pissed
,
and it’s not like it takes a lot for that to happen anymore.

When I finally make my way out of my room and into the clubhouse, I see the guys gathered around the bar. Walking over to them, I see my brothers all watching me. Dom nudges my old man
,
and he turns his attention to me too. Just fucking great.

“About fucking time you’ve sobered up
,
” my dad says with a frown.
 

“What do you fucking care?” I mutter. He walks towards me
,
and I know he’s pissed at me. Hell, part of me doesn’t even fucking care anymore.
 

“Watch your mouth son. I won’t think twice about bringing your ass down a notch or two in front of everyone
,
” his eyes bore into me
,
and I know whatever’s going on
,
is more than some stupid run. Shutting my mouth, I stand with the rest of the brothers
,
and wait for him to speak.
 

“We got shit to deal with. Sacramento is going to war with a fucking shitty ass rich fucker
,
that is going after one of their member’s sister.” I can feel my heart start to pound
,
just at the hint of Sailor.
 

The guys all watch my old man
,
and he looks right at me. “I need your head clear for this shit. I need to know you have our backs.”
 

“You know I will
,
” I state. There isn’t a doubt that I will make sure that I’m clear headed
,
when it comes to her safety.

“Mac and his men aren’t too fond of you at the moment
,
and they are still blaming you for the shit that went wrong on the last run out there.” He rubs his hands together
,
and I see my brothers look at me in shock.
 

“I didn’t do that shit. I made the deal
,
and Striker is the one who fucked it up. I had Javier on board with my plan
,
and we were going to fucking make shit good between us.” He nods his head in agreement
.
I have a feeling that they made up some fucking story to make me look like the bad guy to my old man when I left.
 

“Who did?” he asks.
 

“Striker. He sold out Sailor
,
and he was the one fucking up all the shipments
,
so he could skim money and weapons. While I was there
,
we struggled for my gun when I confronted him
,
and I ended up shooting him.” The mutters from all of the brothers come from every direction
,
and I can see the concern that I’m getting too close to Sailor
,
written all over my father’s face.

“Is this girl fucking up your head?” he questions.
 

“No
,
” I lie. I don’t tell him that I think about her twenty-four seven. I just make sure he knows that I will do anything for the club. We all live and breathe the club
,
and that will never change.
 

“We ride tomorrow. Be prepared for war
,
” he states
,
before dismissing us.
 

Walking towards the garage, I hear someone coming up behind me. When I turn around, I see Dom and Bentley
,
walking right towards me. As soon as they reach me, I get fucking grilled.

“You were lying. You fucking care about this girl
,
” Dom doesn’t even bother with trying to read me. He knows he’s right
,
and I don’t even try to deny it anymore. I don’t give a fuck if they know. They are bound to find out at some point.
 

“Your point?” I grit out.
 

“My point is
,
you have a fucking job to do. We save her and the Sacramento chapter, then we come home. This isn’t the fucking time to play grab ass. We got shit to deal with
,
and lives depend on us.”
 

“Yeah, her fucking life matters too. She’s the one that’s fucking stuck in the middle of this bullshit
,
and no one down there is trying to protect her from this fucking clown that’s trying to find her. She made a fool of Marco
,
and now Cam is pissed that he isn’t getting what he paid for—her.”
 

Both of them look at me like I’m fucking crazy, but part of me doesn’t care anymore. I want to make sure she’s protected. She may hate me right now, but she has to know that I would do anything for her.
 

“You serious about this girl?” Bentley asks, sounding shocked.
 

“I would lay down my life for her
,
” I answer honestly.
 

“Shit
,
” Dom mutters.
 

“You know they don’t want you back over there
,
right?” my old man asks from behind us.
 

“I assumed as much
,
” I shake my head
,
and we turn our attention to our father.
 

“If you’re as serious as I’m thinking you are about her, I’ll let you come on the ride. Don’t start shit
,
and steer clear of them.” Judging by his voice, I don’t have a choice in the matter.
 

“I just want to make sure she’s okay, nothing more than that. I’ll stay away from the guys
,
as long as I know she’s protected.”
 

“Fine. I’ll make arrangements.” He walks away from us
,
and I’m glad to get him away from me for a while. I hate when they question me like I’m going to do something stupid.
 

Chapter Twenty