Wayward Son (Wayward Saints MC Book 4)By: K. Renee
Me: I don't care. I don't want to hear your lies. Leave me alone
Danny: don't do this babe
Me: fuck you Danny. I saw you and heard you. Go fuck yourself
Fuck him. I don't need a man to take care of me. I will make it on my own. Just like I have since I turned eighteen.
I turn my phone on silent and close my eyes hoping sleep comes soon.
The next morning I get up early and grab a couple of things from the gas station next door. Once I’m ready and packed, I make my way back to the freeway and head west on the 290.
During the whole drive, I barely notice the cars as I am driving in a haze. The scenery just flies by and I can’t even see it for what it really is. I just want to put as many miles as I can between me and everything I left behind in Texas.
I stop a few hours in and grab some food at a drive through before getting back on the freeway.
I drive another six hours before I decide on getting a room for the night. My body is tired and all I want is a hot shower, clean clothes, and sleep.
I stop in Arizona and get a room at another cheap hotel. Once I check in and shower, I climb into bed and check my phone. No messages or calls. I must have got my point across.
Startling awake, I hear my phone ringing right next to my ear.
I’m disoriented, so I end up answering it without looking at the screen. "Hi hunny," my mom's chipper voice fills the silent room.
"Hey mom," I grumble into the phone.
"Is everything alright baby? Danny called and said he couldn't get a hold of you last night." I snort. Like he was really worried. He was too busy giving it to that bitch on the balcony to even care that it was our anniversary.
"Yeah mom. I'm just out of town right now." She's probably going to yell at me when she finds out where I'm going.
"Why? I thought your anniversary was last night. Did you and Danny go away for the weekend?"
I sigh. This is going to crush her. She loves Danny like her own kid.
"Mom, we broke up last night."
I hear her gasp. Her voice is full of emotions and you would think that we were talking about her relationship and not mine. "Oh baby I'm sure you can fix things."
"No mom we can't. I caught him sleeping with someone else on our anniversary. To top it off, it was someone I know and am close with.” I can feel the tears threatening to fall, so I swallow the lump in my throat.
"Sweetheart I'm sure it was a mistake. Men do stupid things all the time. Just cool off and then you guys can make up and work things out between you guys."
She doesn't get it. I can't forgive him for this. I would never trust him again.
"No Mom, I can't forgive and forget. I'm not coming back. I have to go. I love you."
I hang up before she can say anything else. I can't believe she would be on his side. He cheated on me and somehow he's not the bad guy. She’s crazy.
I stare at the ceiling and try to forget what she said.
Unable to sleep, I turn the TV on and start watching an old rerun of Criminal Minds. I watch the show until my eyes get heavy and close.
I wake up early the next morning and get ready. I need to keep going, so I fuel up my Camry and hit the road.
The bright lights of the city hit me as soon as I get close enough to Las Vegas. I can't believe I'm actually here. I find a somewhat cheap hotel near the strip to settle into. I need to find a job or I won't be able to last long out here with the cash and savings I currently have with me.
I book a room for the week, then make my way to it so I can freshen up. I shower, dress nicely, and I make my way to a bar I saw a few blocks away from the hotel on my way in.
When I get there, I notice all the black shiny motorcycles. There are four of them lined up side by side, right next to the door. I walk in the side of the dark dingy bar, and run straight into a wall of muscle.
I stumble back, but strong arms wrap around me and steady me. I look up to see the hottest guy I've ever seen smirking down at me. My cheeks flush and I try to get around him, but it’s no use.
"Sorry babe, didn't mean to almost take you out."
Holy crap. This guy is at least six foot tall and dressed in leather. I can’t get myself to speak, so I lamely just nod my head.
"You aren't from around here are you beautiful?" He drawls.
"No, I'm not. I just got here," I say quietly.
The dark haired biker looks me up and down, and then his eyes linger on my chest.
"Where you from love?" I'm pretty sure I swooned right there. No one has ever called me anything but my name before. I'm not even sure how to respond
"Texas," I squeak out.
He just nods his head thinking it over.
A beautiful dark haired woman comes up behind him and pushes him out of the way. "Hi I'm Anslie!" She smiles and smacks the guy on the arm.
"Collette, but you can call me Coley,” I reply checking her out. She is like supermodel beautiful.
Her smile widens. The biker is looking at Anslie like she is crazy and shakes his head.
"Jase, you can at least offer to buy this beautiful girl a drink. Unless she likes being eye fucked all night," she looks at me with an eyebrow raised.
I blush. "I would really like a drink after the week I've had."
She grabs my hand and pulls me to the bar. I hear the hot biker yell out to his friends that are sitting in the corner booth in the back of the room.