Wayward Angel by K. Renee, Vivian Cummings Read Free Book Online Page A

I'm making sense. Hopefully he can figure it out. The room is starting to spin and I don't think I can stand up any more. They must have put something in our drinks - I've never felt like this after a beer and a half.
    Brantley: did someone hand you a drink?
    Me: yhsa. y
    I start giggling for no reason and I notice Casey sitting on the couch with Blake. His hand is sliding up her thigh but her head is tilting away from him. She almost looks like she is going to throw up. I want to walk over there and pull her away from him, but my whole body feels heavy and I can't get my legs to cooperate with my head. I try to walk to her anyway, but I stumble into the arms of a football player.
    Casey looks like she's about to pass out. No one is stopping Blake from putting his hand up her skirt. I try to say something, but my mouth is dry and I can't get the words out. I slur and stumble.
    Brantley: I'm on my way. stay out in the open
    Me: k
    My mind goes blank and I can feel myself falling. Arms grab me and hold me up. I try to loosen the grip, but it's no use. It seems like forever before I hear the voice that tortures my dreams. He's here. He came to save me and Casey.

 
     
     
    Chapter Eight

    Fuck. I knew her going to that party would be a bad idea. I was a high school kid before and I remember exactly what we would do to get laid. Plus, I know what I want to do to her and I’m a grown man. Anslie and Casey are both fucking hot as hell, so I can only imagine what those assholes would do to get in their panties.
    I dial my youngest brother Eli and tell him to meet me at the high school, then make the twenty minute drive in twelve.
    “Yo brother, what are we doing here?” Eli asks when he pulls up.
    “I need help getting Anslie and her friend Casey out of a party. I think someone slipped them something.”
    “Fuck man. I thought Anslie was on lock down,” he snaps.
    “Yeah, she is, but I guess Dom let her go to this party."
    He shakes his head, but remains silent.
    Me: where by the high school are you
    Anslie: behind it I think.
    Me: be there in a few.
    “Follow me,” I growl.
    I drive my bike towards the back of the high school, where the richer neighborhood is. Three blocks in, I see a shitload of cars, and we park our bikes by a driveway across the street from most of them. Walking up to the front door, I see a bunch of half-naked girls dancing on a table.
    Fuck. I sure hope Anslie's not dressed like that. I will kill any motherfucker who so much as lays a hand on her. She doesn't know it yet, but she is mine and I won't let any little prick put his hands on her.
    A couple of the guys eye us and our cuts as we walk in.
    “What the fuck are you doing here? Bikers aren't welcome here, assholes,” some scrawny kid says as I walk by him.
    Another wannabe tough guy walks up to me and says, “You're not welcome in my house, asshole.”
    Too fucking bad, pretty boy. “I don't give a fuck. You have something here that belongs to me, so I suggest you get the fuck out of my way.” Eli steps up right beside me and the little prick shifts away from us, like most people do when my brother and I are out together. He may be the youngest of four boys, but he's just as big as Jase and me.
    I spot Anslie out of the corner of my eye. She's slightly swaying and some asshole has his hands on her. I'm walking over to her when Mr. Football decides to take us on, putting his hand out to try to stop me.
    Wrong move - I don't like people touching me. I grab his wrist and twist until I hear it pop, and he starts screaming like the little bitch he is. The screaming makes Anslie turn around. Our eyes meet and I can finally breathe again.
    She starts walking towards me, but the douche who had his hands on her grabs her by the waist, and I see red. The bastard needs to get his hands off my girl.
    Eli steps in front of me and punches Mr. Football, who's still screaming about his wrist. I leave him to it and make my way to the guy who has Anslie.