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  Wayward Saints MC,

  Book Six

  K. Renee

  Contents

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Epilogue

  Unedited Sneak Peek: Wayward Ryder

  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

  Dedication

  Jason R.

  A big thank you for suggesting the tree scene ;)

  Copyright

  Wayward Temptation

  © 2016 K. Renee

  Published by K. Renee

  1st Edition

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Published: K. Renee - 2016

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  ISBN-13: 978-1530195824

  ISBN-10: 1530195829

  Prologue

  Running. That’s all I’ve really known my whole adult life. Butch and I didn’t grow up in the perfect family, but we were loved. Our mom did the best she could, and when times got hard, we had to help out. Not that I’m complaining because I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

  Ever since Butch joined the Wayward Saints, things got a little easier for us. Mom was finally able to stop working three jobs to make ends meet, and she was able to focus more on herself.

  Down the road, I’ve made some mistakes that I regret, and I wish I would have listened when Butch told me that Marco was bad news. But of course, I didn’t. Instead, I learned the hard way.

  By the time I finally left, Marco Cabrera wasn’t the man I first fell for. Over the last few months, he got involved in the mob, and when I tried to get out, it was already too late. He thought he owned me, and in turn, thought he could do whatever he pleased to me.

  Little did he know that I was about to take a stand, and fight for my freedom. I wouldn’t just let them do as they pleased, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to lie down while they sold me to some man because he had some money.

  Walking into the clubhouse, I never thought that I would be bringing trouble to my brother’s front step. Part of me feels like I have nowhere else to run. Looking around the room, I see a bunch of the brothers that I’ve only met a handful of times. Once their attention is on me, I feel like I’m suffocating.

  Getting ready to run the other way, I feel a hand on my arm. When I turn around, I see his face, and part of me sags in relief. He will protect me. I know he will. He always promised that if I ever needed anything, he would take care of it.

  “Sailor, what are you doing here?” Butch asks. I look around the room once more. I see that everyone is quiet, and still staring right at me. I would do anything to get out of their sight, but I know that it’s not safe outside of these walls.

  Taking a deep breath, I decide on telling my brother the truth. If anyone can get me out of this mess, he can. He may hate me for it, but I never meant to get involved with these people. I left Marco because he was getting into some shady stuff that I wanted nothing to do with.

  “Marco sold me.” The words stumble out of my mouth, and hearing the words for the first time shocks me just as much as they do him.

  “What the fuck do you mean Marco sold you?” he questions. The grip he has on my arm tightens, and he drags me down a hallway that I can only assume leads to his room. When we make it through the door, he sits me down on the bed, and forces me to tell him the whole story.

  “For weeks I’ve been trying to get away from Marco. About a year ago he started to hang with some shady people, and I broke up with him. For the last few months he’s been still coming around my apartment, and telling me that we are not over. He isn’t taking no for an answer. Last night he came by again and told me that I needed to grab my clothes. He said that someone would be by in the morning to meet us. He spent the night, and I might have dosed his whiskey with some sleeping pills. Instead of doing what he said, I threw some clothes in a bag, and came here before he could wake up,” I blow out a breath, and he runs his hands over his face. It might not be the exact truth, but I don't think he can deal with the real truth.

  “Please Butch, you have to help me. I found the messages on his phone, and they were agreeing on a price for me. He sold me to some asshole for ten thousand dollars. I don’t know what to do, and I can’t go home now.” I can feel myself start to tear up. I know that if he doesn’t help me, I won’t survive this.

  “Do you know who he sold you to?” I shake my head no, and he takes a seat next to me on the bed. He wraps his arm around me, and I can feel my body start to go off of alert. For hours all I have been doing is looking over my shoulder. I want so bad to just curl up in a ball and cry until I wake up from this bad dream, but it’s not going away.

  There’s a knock at the door, and when Butch goes to answer it, I don’t expect the man who’s standing there. I’ve known Striker for as long as I can remember. He’s been Butch’s best friend for years, and he’s like the second brother that I never wanted.

  When I see him, I run to him, and he wraps his arms around me. “You okay?” he whispers against my hair. I nod my head, and bury my face into his neck. Striker and I had a small thing a few years back, but it never amounted into more than just friends.

  “I’ll be okay, I think,” I whisper.

  I hear my brother mutter under his breath, and Striker pulls away from me, and asks what his problem.

  “That dickhead she was dating sold her. Shit’s not okay,” he
grounds out.

  When Striker’s eyes meet mine, I can’t help but look to the ground. I can see the disappointment in his eyes, and when he forces me to look at him. I see the hurt in them as well.

  The tears start to fall from my eyes, and down my cheeks. “I’m sorry,” I choke out. “I never thought that he would do something like this to me. Striker please, I need you guys to help me. I don’t know what to do,” I start to sob. He pulls me into his arms, and for the first time in months, I feel like someone cares enough about me to make sure nothing happens to me.

  “Who is he?” Striker demands.

  “Marco Cabrera,” I say quietly.

  “You’re fucking joking right?” he asks, holding me far enough away that he can look at my face. I shake my head no, and I hear another knock at the door. Butch walks around us, and opens the door. At first I can’t see him, but his voice is rough, and I can only imagine what he looks like. When Striker turns to look at the guy too, he releases me.

  Looking over Butch’s shoulder, I see a new face. A face that pretty much takes the breath right out of me with, his dark stare and intense persona. Everything about him screams to run away, but sometimes jumping head into something like that makes the trouble worth it all.

  He was my biggest temptation, and as hard as we tried to stay away from each other, there was nothing we could do to stop the pull that brought us together.

  Chapter One

  Being sent down to Sacramento, California, is like a fucking punishment. My old man wanted to teach me a lesson after the last stunt I pulled. I went against his word, ended up making us some extra cash, but he was pissed nonetheless.

  “Kid, it will be good for you to learn this part of the gig. Dom won’t always be able to get away from the club to handle this shit, and he’ll need you boys to help him out,” my old man says, as I kick a rock with the toe of my boot.

  “Why the fuck do I have to go help bail their asses out? They got themselves into this shit, they can get their own asses out of it,” I grind out. The last fucking thing I want to do, is spend who the fuck knows how long out there in Sacramento. There ain’t shit to do out there, and I don’t want to go and babysit fuckin’ grown ass men.

  “Because that is our fuckin’ job. We are the ones that need to make sure all our members are taken care of, and if I need you to go down there and help out, then that’s what you’ll fucking do. Stop trying to fucking argue with me, and just do what I fuckin’ tell you, boy,” Prez grits out.

  I can tell I’m pissing him off. If I cross the line too far, he won’t be afraid to put my ass back in on the other side of it. He’s done it multiple times to me and my brothers over the years. Grabbing my beer off the bar, I make my way towards my room to pack. The last thing I want to do is go, but I know that I don’t have a choice. -

  Typically Brant does this shit, but ever since my sister came back, he’s been attached to her fucking ass. Before I can get to my room, I see Bentley standing in the hallway.

  “What crawled up your ass?” he snickers.

  “Fuck you. You know exactly what he’s making me do,” I bite out.

  “Yeah, but think of all the new pussy that you haven’t hit yet,” he grins, and I want to punch him.

  “If you’re so interested in the pussy out there, you fucking go,” I grit out.

  “You’re up. Plus, I have a few other ideas to keep me warm through the night,” he laughs.

  Before I can say anything else, I see him run over to catch up with Dom and Brantley. I watch them for a few minutes, and I can’t for the life of me understand why my brothers would want to get shacked up with a bitch. Let alone have kids.

  Opening my door, I get a stench of stale alcohol, and dirty clothes. Maybe I can con Anslie to come clean my room while I’m gone. Grabbing my phone out of my pocket, I send her a text asking her to clean up my room for me.

  It doesn’t take her long to respond, and I’m pretty sure that’s because Brantley is here and she’s at home with the boys.

  Anslie: Sure, but you’ll owe me a few nights of babysitting.

  Shaking my head, I write out a reply to her.

  Me: Two nights. No more than that. And you clean my bathroom too.

  Anslie: If you’re as bad at aiming as you were when we lived at dad’s no. One week and I’ll clean everything and wash your clothes.

  Me: Fine. Deal. I’ll be gone for a few weeks so you’ll have plenty of time.

  Anslie: Okay. Love you and be safe.

  Me: Love you too little girl.

  Instead of waiting for her reply, I grab my bag, and start to stuff it full of the clean clothes I have left. If I need anything else, I’ll have one of their prospects wash them for me. Finishing my beer, I grab my bag, and make my way out of my room and lock it. I go in search of Brant, and hand him an extra key to my room so Anslie can get in there.

  “What is this for?” he asks, looking at the key.

  “You’re ole’ lady is cleaning my room while I’m gone. She needs a key. Can you give it to her?” He shakes his head.

  “Please tell me she didn’t just volunteer to clean your room?” I shake my head no, and grin.

  “Naw, she learned better than that living with us. I have a week of babysitting for you guys.” He laughs, and slaps me on the shoulder.

  “Have a safe ride brother. See you when you get back,” he walks off. I walk out the clubhouse doors, and make my way to my bike. Starting the engine, I feel the rumble of it before I put my duffle and leather jacket in my saddle bags. Once I get everything packed and ready to go, I straddle my girl, and take off without even saying goodbye to anyone.

  When I hit the outskirts of Las Vegas, I open her up, and fly by the other cars. Feeling the wind on my skin makes the ride worth it, but what I’m about to deal with doesn’t. I hate cleaning up other people’s messes. But I know that if I don’t fucking do it, we are going to lose a big partnership down here.

  When I finally pull up to the clubhouse seven hours later, I can’t help but be pissed the fuck off. I'm fucking hungry and tired. But I have to find those fuck heads that fucked this shit up, and find out the details before I can relax.

  Walking into the clubhouse, I see Mac. When he sees me, his scowl turns into a grin, and he makes his way towards me. “How the fuck are you kid?” he asks, slapping my back, and pulling me in for a hug.

  “I’m good. Pissed that I had to come all this way, but it’s good to fucking see you. It’s been too fucking long,” I slap him on the back, and get down to business. I want to get out of here as soon as I can.

  “Where are Butch and Striker? I need to find out what happened before I go meet with those bastards in Elk Grove.” He points to a hallway, and tells me the third door on the left.

  Making my way down the hall, I see Striker walk into a room, so I follow him. He walks into the room before I reach him, and he closes it behind him. Standing in the doorway, I listen to the conversation before I knock, and let them know I’m here. I’m going to get down to the bottom of this shit, and I don’t care who I have to take down to make sure the reputation of the Saints isn't tainted. My grandfather and father built this fucking club, and I’ll be damned if I let these fucks destroy it.

  Knocking on the door, I wait for someone to answer it. When I see Butch standing in the doorway, I’m relieved that I don’t have to go and find the fucker. Striker looks back at me, and I see this dirty blonde staring at me. Her blue eyes dig deep into me, and I swear it’s like she can read my mind. I can barely see her over Butch’s shoulder, but what I can see is turning me the fuck on. She has the girl next-door look, and I’m a sucker for it every damn time.

  Striker goes to stand in front of her as well, and I tell them that I need to talk to them. “You can play with your little fuck buddy later,” I spit. I see her face scrunch up into a cute little scowl, and I can’t help but wink at her. I’d definitely take that one for a ride, if she wanted.

  When they both agree, I lead t
hem into their church, and wait for them to take their seats. Striker is the Sergeant at Arms, and a fucking bad ass. Butch on the other hand, is just a member. He doesn’t have any power, and part of me is curious to know why he was involved in this deal anyway. Typically anything gun related is Striker’s forte.

  “So what the fuck happened on the run?” I grit out.

  They look at each other before they look at me. “Same as every other time,” Striker says. “We got there on time with the money, and they never showed. Then those fuckers called, and told Prez that we didn’t hold up to our end of the bargain,” he puts his hands on the table, and I can’t figure out what he’s trying to do.

  “They never showed?” I ask, watching Butch. If I’m going to figure out if they are lying, then he’s my best bet. He isn’t used to being on the hot seat, and I’ll be damned if I don’t give it my all to find out the truth.

  “No. We waited for two hours, and nothing. We came back here, and told Prez what happened. He told us that he would find out what happened,” Butch stutters out.

  I wonder what is making him so fucking nervous right now. Watching him, I can see his eye twitch, and I know for sure he isn’t telling me the whole truth. “You got somewhere else you rather be?” I yell, slamming my hands on the table.

  Both of their heads look up, and I see the fear in Butch’s eyes. Striker doesn’t really seem affected, but I have a feeling that he’s just trying to protect his friend here.

  “Butch, you’re dismissed. I need to talk to Striker alone.” He looks over at Striker, and Striker nods his head, letting him know it's okay to leave the room.

  When the door closes, I turn my attention to Striker. “Who’s the bitch?” I can see the anger cross his features. He almost looks like he wants to say something, but he thinks better of it. “It’s Butch’s sister. She’s in some trouble, and I’m going to help get her out of it.” He doesn’t give me any more details, and I have a feeling he’s got a thing for her.