Wayward Son (Wayward Saints MC Book 4) (12 page)

After Dominic dropped me off at my hotel, I showered and got ready for my day. I hung around my room for a few hours before I decided that I needed to make a plan.
 

First things first, I wanted to find a job so I can hopefully save enough to get an apartment or something. I bet I look like trash living in this run down hotel, but it is the only place I can afford at the moment.
 

Plus, I don’t want to ask anyone for help. I want to show my mom and everyone back home that I don’t need them to survive out here.

Once I am all done changing into a little more work appropriate outfit, I walk towards the shops that are walking distance from the hotel. The least amount of gas I have to spend, the better it will be for me.
 

I walk towards the bar where I met Anslie, Dom, and their brothers. There is a cute little coffee shop next door so I stop in there and ask if they are hiring. The girl behind the counter looks me up and down before saying no. She doesn’t even bother asking me if I had any experience.
 

Sighing I make my way into the bar. I see the same bartender from last night, so I make my way over to him and ask if they are hiring.
 

"Well typically I'd say no, but you are hot as hell. I'm sure you'd fit in just perfectly." Blushing, I look down. "Aw don't get shy on me now," he says with a lazy smile. He must think that it is a good look on him, but it’s not.
 

"How about you start tonight?" he says looking around the bar.
 

"I'd love to!" I say excitedly. I can't wait to be making my own money.
 

"Great come by around five and I'll get you started," he says looking me up and down once more. His eyes linger on my breasts and I get a little uncomfortable, but don't say anything. I don't want to ruin my first chance at a job.

I say my goodbyes and make my way out into the Nevada sun. I thought that Texas got hot, but Nevada has a different type of heat. I stop by a small diner and order some food before heading back to my hotel room to get ready for my first shift.
 

It's a little after four when I get back to my hotel room. The first thing I notice is my door is broken and there is splintered wood all around the door frame. I tentatively take a step inside and see that all my stuff has been tossed around the room. My bags are empty. Shit, the money. I run over to my bag that I hid all my cash in and find that it’s missing along with all of my jewelry.
 

They stole all my money and jewelry. I can't believe it. Everything important to me is gone. Before I start to actually lose it, I dial Dom.
 

"Dom," I whisper when he answers the phone.

"What's wrong?" Hearing his voice makes me feel a little better, but I still don't know how to process everything. "Coley what's wrong?" I can hear the worry in his voice.
 

"Someone broke in while I was looking for a job. All my money and jewelry is gone," I sniffle. "I have nothing left. What am I going to do?" The tears are starting to fall silently down my face.
 

I have no money left except a little bit of money in my account from my last paycheck in Texas. There is no way I'll be able to afford the hotel anymore.
 

"Cole, go to my house and stay there until I get back. I'll take care of everything when I get home." His offer makes the butterflies in my stomach go all crazy, but I don't want to be dependent on him. I want to be able to support myself.
 

"Dom, I can't. I want to do this on my own. I don't want to rely on someone else. What if we don't work?" Hell, we just met. I'm sure he will get tired of me within a few days, and I don't want him to think of me as some charity case.
 

"Just go to my place and we can talk about this later. Do you want me to send one of the guys?"
 

Hiccupping and wiping my eyes, I let out a quiet no.
 

"Baby I'll send you my address. Get comfortable. I should be home in a few days. Call Anslie if you need anything. There's food in the cabinets and fridge so help yourself." I can't help but giggle when he says he has food in the cabinets and fridge.
 

I would have never of guessed that he ate anything other than fast food and pizza.
 

"You have actual food at your house?" I ask.

"Yeah babe, I do. Don't let my rough and rowdy lifestyle fool you." I can imagine the smirk that is on his face right now.
 

Feeling a little bit better, I clean up all my stuff, and stuff it back into my bags. Once I get all my bags repacked, I hear a knock at the door. Checking the peep hole I see Anslie’s face smiling back at me. He called his sister. Of course.
 

Smiling to myself, I open the door to a very happy Anslie and a pissy looking Brantley.
 

“Hi Coley!” she squeals, pulling me in for a hug. I hug her back and look at Brantley. He says a quick hi before going to my bags. I watch him gather them like they are nothing and walk outside to a big black truck that’s parked right in front of the bottom of the stairs right outside of my room.

“What are you doing here?” I ask. I already know that answer, but I’m curious to what he told them.

“Dom asked us to make sure you listened to what he said. He said I have to make sure you go to his house and get comfortable,” she has a wide smile on her face and I know she is excited about this. Her eyes are dancing and she looks ready to walk us down the aisle.
 

“I was going to go there after my first shift,” I shift nervously. I forgot to mention that to Dom earlier and I know one of them is going to tell him.
 

“You got a job already?! Congrats!” she pulls me into another hug. “Where are you working?” she asks, as Brantley walks back into the room to grab the last bag.
 

“At the bar I met you guys at,” I say looking over at Brantley.
 

“Shit,” he mutters before walking back out with the last bag. I see him pull out his phone, and I know he’s going to be the one to call Dominic.
 

Anslie watches Brantley before turning to me. “Don’t worry,” she says patting my arm. “My brother is all bark and no bite.” Even before Brantley walks back inside, my phone beeps with a message.
 

Dominic:
No. absolutely not. You will not work for that mother fucker.

Looking over at Anslie, I see her cringe a bit. She must not have assumed that he was going to message me that quick.
 

“You know, this means he really likes you, if he’s throwing a fit about you working at the bar,” she has a knowing grin and I can’t help but feel nervous as I reply.

Me:
I need a job and they are the only place to hire me.
 

Dominic:
I’ll hire you.
 

Me:
You’re crazy! No! I’m going to work at the bar.

He’s crazy if he thinks I’m going to let him tell me what to do after a few days. No way. I am done with people who tell me what I should and shouldn’t do.
 

“Come on let us take you to Dom’s and you can continue your texting war with him there.” I nod my head and follow them out to our cars.
 

Chapter Nineteen

I swear she is testing my patience with this I'm going to work at the bar. Shit, I’ve known Rob for years and I know exactly how he treats his employees.
 

The only reason he hired her was so he could get into her pants. There is no way I am letting that mother fucker or anyone else go near my pussy.

I know she's just going to argue with me, so I call the bastard myself.
 

"Midnight Tavern," someone answers.
 

"Let me talk to Rob," I growl out. They tell me to hold on a sec and I get put on hold. Waiting a few minutes, I hear him ask who it is. I can hear the muffled conversation, but I never told them who I was.
 

"Yeah?" he asks sounding bored.
 

"Rob, you just hired my old lady," I growl.
 

"Fuck. Dom I had no idea she was yours," his voice is now an octave higher than before, and I know he's about to piss himself. Rob knows not to fuck with us or our old ladies.
 

"She's dead set on working, so if
 
anyone gives her shit or tries to even touch what's mine, I will come after you."
 

"I.. I got you," he stutters out. Good. I want him to be scared. If anyone touches her, I will fucking kill them.
 

"Good. Let me know if anything happens," I grate out. As much as I don't want her working there, at least I know I can make sure no one touches her.
 

Without another word, I disconnect the call, and make my way back into church where the rest of the guys are gathering.
 

Once I walk in and close the door, Mac bangs the gavel and calls the meeting to order. They spend the first fifteen minutes going over all their typical shit and the room is tense the entire time. A few of the guys keep looking in my direction, as I stand against the wall behind Mac.
 

Watching the way Mac runs his club is different than the way my old man does. The guys look nervous, whereas our guys always know my old man is going to give it to us straight. He doesn't candy coat shit to make anyone feel better, and I'm glad he does it the way he does.
 

Our guys respect him and no one should have to read between the lines like these guys have to do.
 

When Mac is finally done talking, he turns to me and tells me the floor is mine.
 

Walking up to stand next to Mac’s seat, I look around the room to try and get a read on the men.

"Alright, some of you don't know me, but I'm from the Vegas charter and I am next in line for president when my old man steps down. I'm sure you're all wondering why I'm here. Well a few months ago my brother Raef was down here helping with a transport and it went bad. Not sure what happened, but I'm here to smooth shit over with your buyers. Who wants to tell me what happened?" I look around the room and notice a few of them looking nervous.
 

No one speaks up, so I decide on making them a little more nervous. I walk behind the first one that was looking uneasy and stick a hand on his shoulder. "You my friend, look like you know something that could be valuable." My grip tightens and I can see the others get wide eyes.
 

"I have no fucking clue," he spits.
 

He tries to knock my hand off of him, but I'm having none of it. "I know you know something, so spit it the fuck out."
 

He looks at the others who were looking nervous too, before saying anything.
 

"Your brother is the one who fucked shit up," he growls and tries to stand up.
 

Pushing him back into his seat, I lean down so I'm at ear level with him. "You know my brother never fucks up, so I have a feeling one of you mother fuckers had something to do with it."
 

He tenses and tries to act like I'm not fazing him. He winces when I dig my fingers into his shoulder.
 

"Where the fuck did the girl come from? One of you knows her." I see one of the guys across the table look around like he knows something, so I make my way to him next.
 

"Who is she?" I ask.
 

He looks away from me, and looks at Mac with pleading eyes. I knew one of them knew this bitch that caused all this shit and turned my brother into a fucking prick.

 
"Who the fuck is she?" I roar. I'm so fucking tired of this fucking circle jerk that they have going on. I just want answers so I can deal with this shit and get home.

He looks back at me and his eyes look sad. Mother fucker. He's gonna tell me that she's related to him or some shit.