Wayward Angel

by K. Renee

  Remy and Sev go back to playing on the couch with my brothers and watching TV.

  I quickly make my way down the hall after Anslie. I look in a few of the rooms before I find her setting up the party in the game room upstairs. Watching her bend over to pick up a streamer from the plastic shopping bag makes me groan. Her dress is so short that I can see the globes of her ass peeking out. I can even see the barely-there scrap of lace covering her pussy.

  She can sense my presence in the room, because she shakes her ass a little before she starts to hang the streamer from the walls. She sways her hips as she walks around the room. Every time she turns, she stares right into my eyes and smirks. My erection is extremely painful against my jeans and it's only getting worse by the minute. She glides toward me and runs a hand down my chest. I take a deep breath of her intoxicating scent and I can smell how aroused she is.

  I'm taken off guard when she pushes me into the chair behind me. Without saying a word, she straddles my lap and kisses me with so much emotion and love. This girl is my Kryptonite and I won't let her go ever. She moans into my mouth and begins to grind against my erection. My hands run down the length of her back and land on the round globes of her ass. I squeeze them and she rocks against me faster. I slip one of my fingers into her lacy thong and run it up and down her slit.

  She's so wet that she's dripping on my jeans. I take some of her juices, run my finger to her puckered hole and gently massage it into her. She mews when I get the tip of my finger in her rosebud. I slowly thrust my finger into her and she rocks her hips back, thrusting into my hand. One of her hands tangles in my hair and the other reaches down to her soaking wet pussy.

  She begins to rub her nub through her thong and grinds her pussy harder against my jeans. I love watching her pleasure herself. I feel her body start to shake and she loses her rhythm. I cover her mouth with mine as she screams out my name. Her eyes roll back in her head and her body quivers as she orgasms, coming all over her own hand and my jeans.

  I slowly pull my finger out of her ass and she gasps.

  "Mmm Brant, that felt so fucking good," she purrs. I pull her thong to the side and thrust two fingers into her heat. Her back arches and her head thrashes back and forth as she rides my fingers. The hand she had on her pussy is now tugging at my jeans, trying to get them unbuttoned and down so she can free my cock. My other hand is digging my fingers into her hips as she thrusts harder into my hand.

  "Damn doll, your pussy is greedy for my fingers right now. Your body was made for mine," I grunt as she finally frees me from my jeans while frantically thrusting onto my fingers. I pull them out and she whimpers at the loss. She stands enough to line herself up with my cock and then drops herself down on me.

  Bottoming out on my cock, she moans long and loud.

  "Fuck" I grit out. I hold her hips still until I know I can move again, then thrust up into her over and over again. Her eyes roll back and she arches her back. I pull her down on me and grind her pussy on my cock, feeling her start to clench me. She's almost there. I lift her up and drop her back down a few more times before I smack her pussy right above where we are connected.

  "Oh, fuck Brant," she breathes as she comes all over me. I pump into her as she rides out her orgasm and I feel my balls tighten as her walls clench me even more. I can't hold back any longer. I thrust one more time before I roar out my release.

  "Goddamn, baby," I huff out as I try to catch my breath. She drops her face into my chest and holds on to me.

  She gently stands and I slip out of her core. Fuck, this girl will be the death of me, but I can't think of a better way of going out. Death by pussy sounds pretty good to me.

  I pull my jeans up and tuck myself in, while she smoothes down her dress. "I gotta get back to work. So shoo." She laughs while smacking my shoulder. I kiss her one last time and walk back down stairs with a shit-eating grin.

  Chapter Thirty Four

  After our little impromptu sex session, I finish setting up for the small party. Dom and Jase are manning the grill and the old ladies are making all of the side dishes. I hate that the twins have to celebrate their birthday during a lockdown, but we really don't have another choice.

  I spend most of the time with the boys, but I manage to squeeze in some time with the old ladies. Halfway through the party, I see Cherry trying to grind up all over Brantley. He keeps pushing her off him, but she doesn’t take no for an answer.

  He looks at me and drawls, “Doll.” The look on his face is telling me not flip my shit on this dumb bitch.

  “Get the fuck off him, you stupid cunt,” I say calmly. “He doesn’t want your fake-as-shit tits and loose pussy.” I grab her by her bleached blonde roots and pull her off my man.

  “What the fuck, you stupid bitch!” she shrieks. She launches herself at me, but I punch her before she can even touch me. She falls to the ground, clutching her mouth.

  The guys burst out laughing. I hear my dad tell a prospect to take her home and help her get cleaned up.

  After my little run in with Cherry, the rest of the club whores stay away from Brantley the rest of the night.

  The boys had a blast and the food was amazing. They happily play with their new toys. I love seeing the smiles on everyone's faces. This is our family. I was wrong to keep them from Brantley. Even if he never wrote me back, I could have gone home to tell him personally, but instead I was a coward.

  The party is starting to wind down and I can tell Remy is getting tired. He's curled up on the couch with Brantley, while Sev is running around like a kid on crack. He runs down the hall but doesn't come back. I slowly make my way in the same direction and hear crying by the door that leads outside. I turn the corner and see Sev curled in a little ball. I run to him and check for any injuries. Behind me, I hear a footstep and then I feel a sharp pain radiating through my skull. I can't see anything but darkness as I fall to the ground.

  When I wake up, my head is pounding like I did too many shots. I touch the back of my skull and feel the huge lump there. Frantically, I look around the room to see where I am. Nothing looks familiar. Where the hell am I? I hear footsteps coming towards me. When the door opens, I come face-to-face with the man that I wish I never met.

  There's a smile on his face as he looks me over. "Well, well, my sweetheart. You look amazing in that little dress."

  He walks over to me and runs his hand down my face. I have to fight the urge to vomit. "You know I don't like you wearing barely-there clothing. Is that what that animal likes you in? Clothing meant for a whore!" he hisses.

  He walks around the room with his eyes never leaving mine. "You know, your step daddy wanted me to marry you so that he could get closer to you. I wonder why that was. Were you screwing him too?" He sneers at me. I can't help the tears that well up in my eyes. "No. He tried to hurt me as a kid, but I never let him touch me." I say with a shaky voice. "And I'm glad he's dead." He walks over to me and grabs a fist full of my hair.

  Yanking it he smiles and says, "My sweet girl, we are gonna get re-acquainted real soon. Don't think just because your little biker trash boyfriend got the upper hand last time, he wins you. You are mine and I'm glad he got rid of him. He was starting to cause too many problems anyway." He pushes me onto the dirty mattress and walks out the door, locking it behind him.

  I curl up in a little ball on the dirty, stained mattress. I have to figure a way to get out of here alive. I want to go home to my boys and Brant.

  Earlier, I put my phone in my bra so I didn't have to carry it around, and luckily he didn't find it. I pull my phone out and see that it's still on silent. Thank God - if he'd heard the phone ringing, he would have searched me and taken it.

  I pull up my messages and see fifty new texts and a hundred missed calls, all from my brothers, my dad and Brant. I quickly type out a message to Brantley.

  Me: help me.

  I hide the phone under the mattress and wait a few minutes before checking it again. The screen lights up and I see a n
ew text.

  Brantley: doll I'm gonna find you. I'm tracing your phone. Who took you?

  Me: he said he's gonna hurt me.

  He immediately writes back.

  Brantley: doll I'm gonna find you and kill the bastard who has you.

  I hear footsteps getting closer to the door. I quickly type a response back.

  Me: he's coming back.

  I stick the phone back under the mattress and lie back in the fetal position, waiting for him to walk into the room. I hear the door click and then swing open. He throws a bottle of water at me and then slams the door shut again. I hear the lock click and grab the phone.

  Me: are Remy and Sev okay

  A few minutes pass before he writes back.

  Brantley: yea doll I have them sitting with me.

  At least I know they're safe with Brantley. He would never let anything happen to the boys.

  Me: its Charlie

  I shove the phone back under the mattress and take a few small sips of my water. Who knows when I’ll get more.

  Chapter Thirty Five

  I hear Sev crying down the hall, so I scoot Remy off my lap and into Dom's and make my way down the hall toward his cries. When I spot him, he's curled up and rocking himself by the back door, which is slightly open. I run over and pick him up. He's freezing and has tears dried to his pink cheeks. When he sees it's me, he grabs a hold of my neck and squeezes his chubby arms around me as hard as he can.

  What the fuck scared him this bad?

  "Mommy," he bawls. Why is he crying for Anslie?

  He points out the door and wails, "baff man taked Mommy! Daddy I wan Mommy! Him hurd her."

  My mind is spinning. Who the fuck got in here?

  "Sev, was it someone from here?" I choke out. He shakes his head quickly.

  I calm him down a little, as I walk him back into the main room of the clubhouse. My mom walks over to us and coos at him, "Why ya crying, baby boy?"

  His little face scrunches up and he wails, "Baff man taked Mommy!" He starts bawling and rubs his face against my shoulder. I feel his tears and snot soaking though my shirt as I pull my phone out and call Anslie. It rings and rings before going to voicemail. I see the guys all jump up and start to call and text her, too.

  "Her phone's still on, let's trace it," I announce when it goes to voicemail for the tenth time. Trace, our resident computer hacker, gets on his phone, types in stuff and asks for her number. Robbie rattles it off and then starts to pace the room.

  My phone beeps and Sev jumps at the noise. Grabbing it, I hit the messages and see her name pop up.

  Anslie: help me.

  "She just texted me," I say, while furiously writing her back with one hand.

  Me: doll I'm gonna find you. I'm tracing your phone. Who took you?

  Anslie: he said he's gonna hurt me.

  I sit on the couch with the boys while sending her another message. I need to know who took her and where she is.

  Me: doll I'm gonna find you and kill that bastard.

  Anslie: he's coming back.

  I hope he doesn't catch her with the phone. I'm sure whoever it is will make it worse for her if he catches her using it. I hoping it's the lesser of the two evils, but I'm sure it's her ex-husband. He's probably pissed that she left him.

  Anslie: are Remy and Sev okay

  I look down at the boys and they both have tears running down their chubby faces. I can't let anything happen to her. She's got to make it home from this.

  Me : yea doll I have them sitting with me.

  Just as I write her back, Trace yells, "I found her location!" I get one more text from her, confirming my fears.

  Anslie: its Charlie

  The color drains out of my face and Prez notices it. "Emily, stay with the boys. Nick, protect the clubhouse. The prospects are staying with you and I'm taking the rest of the boys," he commands.

  'Let's ride!" he roars, before racing outside to his bike.

  Ten minutes later, we pull up to an old farmhouse about a hundred feet from our new home. That bastard has been down the street this whole time. We park our bikes at my house and make the short walk to the farmhouse.

  We check the perimeter and see that there's only one person in the front of the house. I don't see any other movement. I go to the back bedroom, where I see a dim light in the window. My phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and see I have a message from Anslie.

  Anslie: I'm scared.

  I quickly type out not to be scared, that we are here and to stay quiet. I sign for Prez and point to the window. He rushes over to me and we try to open the window. It creaks and then slowly opens.

  I hear Anslie squeak and see her silhouette in the darkness. She walks towards the window slowly, trying to see who we are. I reach my hand towards her and whisper, "Doll, come to me." She starts walking faster. She's about two steps away when the door crashes open.

  Charlie looks up, sees us and goes fucking crazy. “Stop fucking moving!” he screams at her.

  "Doll," I growl. She hurries over to us. I grab her arms and pull her through the window, turning my body to cover her just as shots ring out.

  I feel the bullet tear through my skin. Blood is seeping through my shirt as I pull her to my body. We collapse on the ground and I can faintly hear Anslie screaming. My body is getting cold and I can't move my arms. I feel like I'm slowly drowning.

  I feel pressure being applied to my wound and see my twin staring down at me. His hands are covered in my blood and I can see the tears welling up in his eyes. I try to say something, but I can't get the words to come out. I know I'm going to die.

  He leans down closer to my face and I whisper, "Take care of her and the boys."

  He shakes his head. "Don't give up yet B, those boys need you. Fuck brother, I need you.”

  I hear Bash yelling that we need to get to the hospital. Anslie touches my face and lays her head down on my chest. She's sobbing and there's nothing I can do for her. I want to wrap my arms around her and tell her it’s going to be okay, but I can’t. Knowing I'm going to die, I have a flashback of the good in my life.

  I see Anslie the first time she stood in the clubhouse yard, the first time she rode on the back of my bike, the first time she said my name, the smiles she would give me when we were alone, her beauty at the club in Seattle, the expression on her face when I took her virginity, the first time we made love, meeting the boys for the first time, the night I showed her the house, hearing her tell me she loved me, and fucking my girl right before we had the twins' birthday party.

  Anslie is my heart and soul. I don't want to leave her, but my body is fighting me the whole time. In this exact moment, I know I would take the bullet for her again in a heartbeat.

  Everything goes quiet and black.

  Chapter Thirty Six

  I feel Brantley stop breathing and I get hysterical. Dom has to hold me up. My legs buckle under me as I watch the paramedics work on Brantley. He is the love of my life and I can’t live without him. Dom passes me to Bash and I cling to him.

  It's almost like I'm outside of my body, watching all of us grieving and being angry. I can't lose him, I need him. Remy and Sev need him. My world is crashing in on me and I can't stop it. I feel powerless and weak.

  He's still bleeding a lot when they wheel him into surgery. Jase just holds me as I cry. I look into his familiar face and it still isn't enough. He's not Brantley. Jase's jaw is a little more rounded, where Brantley's is squared. His eyes are a lighter shade than Brantley's, more like Sev’s. I sob more when I was compare Jase and Brantley.

  He holds me tight and whispers that everything is going to be okay, that Brant is going to make it because he's too stubborn to die and he has so much to live for now.

  I sit with Jase for what feels like hours, then I hear small footsteps and the squeals of toddlers running into the waiting room. The boys run straight for us. Jase lets me go and envelopes his mother in his arms while the boys barrel into my legs and almost kn
ock me down. Nick steadies me and pulls me into his chest.

  Remy stammers, "Wre daddy? I wan daddy."

  Dom scoops him up and tells him he can't see his daddy right now. The boys scrunch up their faces and sit on the floor until they can’t keep their eyes open any longer.

  We wait another six hours before the doctors come out to address Brant's condition. Remy is sleeping in my dad's arms and Sev is cuddled up in Jase's.

  "Are you Brantley Insico's family?" He addresses us.

  Jase looks up and sneers. "I'm his twin, if you couldn't fucking tell."

  The doctor clears his throat before continuing. "Mr. Insico's heart stopped during surgery, but we were able to revive him. We won’t know if he has any brain damage until he wakes up.” I swear a part of me dies when the words come out of his mouth. Brant died, even if it was only for a few minutes.

  The doctor keeps talking, but I don’t hear a word. I can only think about Brant dying on the table for a minute. "He will have to rest and avoid any strenuous activity until he heals. I suggest at least four to six months," the doctor finishes.

  I hear everyone let out the breath that they were holding. Brant's alive. He's hurt, but he's alive.

  Walking into Brantley’s room, my legs almost give out. The man I love is hooked up to machines, his body bruised and looking smaller than normal. The silence is deafening, the only sound beeps from the unfamiliar machines.

  I can’t lose him. The twins need him in their lives. They’ve only been together for a short time, but this will kill them. Losing Charlie as their stepfather was a breeze, since they didn’t really like him and were scared of him. In the short months that they’ve known their father, they’ve become obsessed with everything he does. He is their hero. It will destroy me if they lose the only man they have ever loved.

  The next few hours are spent sitting in his room, waiting for him to wake up. His hand is in mine, while I lay my head on his thigh. I must have fallen asleep that way.