Wayward Trouble (Wayward Saints MC Book 5) by K. Renee Read Free Book Online Page A

Leaning over her, I pull her hands down, and give her a quick kiss on the lips. Her taste is getting addicting, and I want more.  
    “I have to go, I’ll be back in a little while,” I say kissing her nose.  
    Getting out of the bed, I pull on my jeans, and look for a clean tee. After I pull on my boots, I make my way to the bathroom, and brush my teeth.  
    When I walk back into the room, I see Wynter cuddled up under my blanket, and in my bed, and it feels like that’s where she belongs.  
    Walking out into the hall, the first person I run into is my brother Elijah.  
    “What the fuck are you so happy for?” he asks when he sees me.  
    “I’m not. I just want to go to fucking bed.”  
    Elijah just smirks, “Why so you can go bang your ole’ lady?”  
    I shake my head and he just laughs harder.  
    “Let’s fucking get this shit over with. I have shit to do today,” I grumble.  
    Walking into church, I see all my brothers standing around the room getting ready to sit down. Tossing my phone into the box, I take my seat, and rub my temples. I already know I’m about to get a lot of shit for taking Wynter as my ole’ lady.
    Brant comes in and pulls out his chair next to me, and turns towards me.  
    “You finally get laid or something? You don’t look as pissy as you did yesterday morning,” he muses.  
    I can see the laughter in his eyes, and I want to fucking deck the bastard. I didn’t give him shit at every turn when he started fucking around with Anslie. Hell, she was practically underage when that shit started, and I didn’t say a fucking word.  
    “Fuck you Brant,” I retort.  
    When Prez walks into the room, everyone takes their seats, and my old man shuts the door.  
    Once they are both seated, Prez slams the gavel on the table, and all eyes are on him.

Chapter Eight

    “Let’s get fucking started. I know we all have shit we’d rather be doing this morning than sitting in this fucking room with each other,” Prez states.  
    We all surely know Prez would rather be fucking that little lawyer, than being here with us.  
    “Yeah if it weren’t for fucking Jase, I’d be fucking my wife,” Dom grumbles.  
    All heads turn in his direction, and he runs his hand over his head.
    “When the fuck did you get married?” Prez asks with a shocked expression.  
    Brant just smirks as he looks over at Dom. “Last night.”  
    “Why the fuck didn’t you say anything boy?” Prez looks pissed, but his expression changes.  
    “We made that shit small. The only people there where Axle, Brant, and Anslie. And the only reason those two were there, was so we had witnesses. Otherwise those two wouldn’t have been there either,” he mumbles.
    “We need to celebrate the Wayward way. I’ll get Henley and Anslie to plan a party for the two of you. No questions about it,” he says before getting down to business.
    “We need to get back to why we are here in the first place. Saxton Meyers has put a price on Jase’s ole’ lady’s head. He wants her dead because she knows about his dealings. Wynter is the sister of Saxton’s wife. We believe that Saxton is in bed with a few of the major players in Nevada and Sacramento. He could have something to do with the shit that’s going down in Sac.”  
    Looking around the room, I see everyone just waiting for what we plan on doing about this shit. My brothers will always have my back, and that means Wynter’s too.  
    “Saxton already left her fiancé lying in a pool of his own blood in their house, so who knows what that bastard will do to her. I want her under protection until we can take this fucker down,” I growl.  
    I want to take this fucker down and everyone he is associated with him. He will regret ever touching a hair on my girl’s head. Shit, I’ve never called a woman my girl.  
    I see a few of the men nod their heads, and my old man gives me a look, almost like he doesn’t agree with me. Brant looks over at me, and nods