Wayward Soul

by K. Renee

  Every time I saw her after that day was like going to war. She would tell me how much she hated the club and everything for which it stood. She hated that I slept with club whores, and was always trying to fix me up with her friends' daughters.

  Don't get me wrong. Some of the girls were smoking hot, but they weren't cut out for my lifestyle. They would complain when I had to leave or when they saw another girl look at me. I was the president of an MC so girls flocked to me. I didn't have time to fight about the small shit.

  At twenty-two, I still had my whole life ahead of me and a MC to run, so I wasn't looking for a real relationship. I just wanted a place to stick my dick from time to time.

  A year into my presidency, I started Wayward Cycles. Wayward Cycles became a place of employment for all the guys who couldn't find work outside of the club. They thrived at building and repairing bikes that came through the doors. A year later, we opened up our first bar, Wayward Saints Tavern.

  The prospects were great at taking care of the bar, so it left the rest of us to do what we wanted and money coming into the bank every month.

  One night, I went to the bar to check on things and I ended up meeting the girl of my dreams.

  Walking into the bar, I scan the room to see if any of my boys are around. I see a few of the guys sitting at a booth in the back, so I make my way over. Walking by one of the tables, I notice this beautiful brunette sitting there with some douchebag. They look like they are arguing. When I am just about to walk past the table, she looks up and our eyes lock. Holy fuck. This girl is hot.

  Making it to the table, I shoot the shit with the guys, all the while keeping an eye on the girl. I watch her get up and try to walk away from him, but he grabs her arm and forces her to sit back down. Typically, I don't get involved in fights between couples, but there is something about her that makes me want to. I watch her try and shrug his hand off, but he tightens his grip.

  Walking over to the table, I stop to hear their conversation. "Stop, Mike. You’re hurting me. It's over. Deal with it." She tries to jerk her arm away again, but he pulls her body into his.

  Closing the distance, I say, "I suggest you let the lady go."

  He turns to me and gives me a dirty look. "What are you gonna do about it, asshole?" he says, looking at me like he can take me. He has no idea…

  "I'll be your worst fucking nightmare if you don't leave her alone." I smirk. The brunette's eyes meet mine. She looks scared.

  "You don't fucking scare me. You have no idea who my parents are." I just laugh. Is this guy for real? Like I really give a shit who his parents are.

  "Luckily for you, motherfucker, I won't beat the fuck out of you in front of this pretty lady. But this is my bar, so you can get the fuck out or my boys can take you out. Your choice."

  I watch his eyes widen. Everyone knows it's owned by the Wayward Saints. Some of the guys get up from the table and start to make their way over to us. The whole bar has gone quiet and everyone is watching the scene play out before them.

  Looking over at the brunette, I ask her, "Sweetheart, do you want to go with this asshole, or do you want him to leave you alone?"

  Her eyes widen and she takes in the scene around her. Six of my guys are surrounding the table and I can tell that the little bastard is getting nervous. Shyly, she answers, "I want him to leave me alone." I smile at her and wink, causing a blush to creep across her cheeks.

  Looking back at him, I state, "You heard the lady. Get the fuck out of my bar."

  Before he starts to walk off, he looks like he wants to say something, but deciding not to. I stand behind her and when he passes, I hear him whisper, "You'll regret this."

  Without even thinking about it, I move around her and hit the guy in the jaw. I watch him fall to the ground and my best friend, Nick, steps between us. "Prez…,” he warns.

  I turn and come face-to-face with her. She has a terrified expression on her face, but she asks if I'm okay. Grabbing my hand, she checks it for cuts and thanks me. That definitely isn’t the reaction I was expecting. Typically, women get all freaked out when men fight over them, but not this one.

  I thought she would go and check her boyfriend, but she didn't. "What's your name, darlin'?"

  Looking up at me, she blushes. "Avelyn." Her smile is like a punch to the gut, and I know I am in trouble.

  I still miss that girl every day of my life. She helped me through so much and always stood by my side. Hell, even my mom loved her…until she found out she backed me as president of the club.

  About the Author

  K. Renee is from sunny California. Creative by nature, she decided to put her imagination on paper. During the day, she works in an office; at night, she writes. These stories have been in her head for years and are finally coming out on paper.

  K. Renee started writing this year, but has loved writing since she was young. She started this series because the story wouldn't get out of her head, no matter what she did. She's twenty-six years old, typically writing in her free time or on her lunch break. K. Renee works full-time and tries and go to the gym every day. She reads constantly and has hundreds of books she can't wait to start.

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  Acknowledgments

  First and foremost, I want to thank everyone for buying this book! I never thought I would be releasing one book, let alone writing a whole series. I can't wait for everyone to meet my characters and fall in love with them like I have.

  I want to thank my beta readers for giving their honest opinion about the book. Trisha, Christa, Roz, Paige, Michelle, and Tiffany… You ladies are awesome! Sorry if I missed anyone! Thank you for taking time out of your schedules to beta read for me. I can't wait for you to read about Cason next!

  To my street team, K's Wayward Ladies… Thank you for all you do! You girls are amazing at pimping my book out to the indie world. Thank you for your support and I can't wait to see what the future brings.

  To the readers and fans… I thank each and everyone one of you who come to hang out with me during takeovers, participating in my giveaways! I hope you like this and my future books.

  -K