Wayward Son (Wayward Saints MC Book 4) (20 page)

"What you wanna be my bitch, Slag?" I ask with an eyebrow raised. He sizes me up and I can tell he wants to come after me right now, but doesn't. He must have orders.
 

"No motherfucker, but you'll be mine," he says with a smirk.
 

"Only in your dreams," I say focusing on the people behind him. He isn't much worry for me right now. There are about twenty men staring at us and I know Slag will only strike when he has the go. These other motherfuckers will strike when they think we aren't on guard anymore.
 

My dad's prison guard buddy comes walking up and tells us we have calls. Getting up, I watch Jase run a shoulder into Slag and we both follow the guard inside and to where the phone bank is.
 

"You guys got five minutes. Call whoever you want." I look at Jase and he tells me to call my ole' lady and he'll call his old man. Nodding my head, I dial my house phone and pray she answers.
 

Listening to it ring, I hope I don't wake up Axle. "Hello?" she says breathlessly.
 

"Hey baby," I say quietly.
 

"Oh my god Dom. Are you okay? What happened? When are you going to get out?" she rambles on a few more questions, but I cut her off.
 

"Baby, listen to me."
 

She's quiet so I know she's listening. "I'm fine. I only have a few minutes. I love you and Axle, but I don't want either of you at the trial."
 

She tries to say something, but I keep talking. "It's not because I don't want you there in my corner, it's because I don't want you two to see me in here. I want you to only remember the good times between us, not this."
 

She sucks in a breath and I know she probably has tears falling down her beautiful face.
 

"Dom," she whispers. "I love you so much; I don't want to lose you."
 

Closing my eyes, I run my hands down my face and I can feel Jase staring at me. "Baby you won't, just focus on Axle and I will be home before you know it." I can hear her sniffles and I wish I was there to comfort her, but I'm not.
 

I can hear Jase talking, but I try to only focus on Coley. "Let Anslie help you with Axle."
 

"Okay," she whispers. "I love you and be safe." Her voice is laced with sadness, but I try to ignore it.
 

"I will. I'll be coming home to you both real soon." The prison guard taps me on the shoulder and tells me I only have a minute left. "Give Axle a kiss for me. I have to go. Love you sweetness. I'll see you soon, I promise."
 

Before she can say anything else, I hang up. I hate that she's hurting, but there is nothing I can do when I'm stuck in this mother fucking hell hole.
 

Chapter Thirty-One

After getting the phone call from Dom, I wanted to just mope around the house while missing him, but I couldn't. Axle already doesn't have his mother anymore and his father was now locked up, so I am all he has in this house. Sucking it up, I make my way to the kitchen to make him a bottle, and then myself breakfast.
 

By the time everything is ready, I hear his cries coming from the baby monitor that I set on the counter. Luckily Axle is too young to know that his daddy is in jail.
 

Heck, how would you even explain that to your kid? Oh sorry honey your father was arrested for attempted murder. Ugh. I need to stop thinking like this. It is so not like me, and I know Dom would tell me I'm over reacting or something.
 

Going in to grab Axle from his crib, I tell him that his daddy misses him and give him a big kiss for him. Giggling, Axle waves his arms around and coos while sucking on his fingers.
 

Once we both finish breakfast, I give him a bath and get him dressed in some clean clothes. I place him in the pack n play with his favorite stuffed animal that Dom got him.
 

Walking into the bedroom, I grab all the dirty clothes, and stuff them into a basket and carry into the laundry room. Once I get the laundry started, I make my way through the house picking up all the baby toys, and random things that have been left out since Dom was home.
 

After everything is put away, I walk over to Axle and see him kicking his legs and grabbing a hold of his monkey. Picking him up, he sticks his monkey in his mouth, and tries to smile around it. "You're such a silly boy," I say tickling him.
 

His coos and smiles help me keep my emotions under control. If I was in this house all alone, I would be thinking all kinds of crazy things.
 

Axle and I have spent the last couple of days and nights hanging around the house, patiently waiting to hear anything we can on Dominic. Anslie has been a blessing since Dom doesn't want me or Axle to go to the court hearings.
 

Every time Anslie finds out something, she shoots me a text or calls. It's been a day since I've heard anything new, so I hope that things are going according to plan. The last update I got was that they had gotten a bail hearing, but it didn't go so well for them.
 

Instead of moping, I bought some craft supplies to make Dom some art. Sitting Axle on my lap, I brush some kid's finger paint on his hands, and press them gently to the craft paper. Afterwards he grabs my hair and turns it bright red.
 

His sweet giggles fill the room, and I can't express how happy it makes me to see him grow so much in the last month.
 

It amazes me that he's changed and grown so much since I got him. Part of me worries that I won't always be enough for Dom, and that I'll lose both of them and it breaks my heart. It will probably feel like I lost my own son and I'm not sure I can bare that pain.
 

Axle's hand comes in contact to my shirt next, so I now have red paint all over my face, hair, and shirt. Grabbing a wipe from his diaper bag, I gently clean his fingers and hope like hell I can get the red out of my shirt.
 

Before I can wipe the paint off of me, the house phone rings. Jumping up with Axle, I run over to go and answer it hoping its Dom.
 

"Dom?" I say when I answer. The first thing I hear is his chuckle.
 

"Hey baby." Hearing his voice soothes me and makes me forget all my insecurities about us.
 

"God I miss you," I say looking down at Axle who is grabbing a chunk of my hair.
 

He takes a deep breath, "I miss you too. How's our little man?" Not missing his words, I take a deep breath, trying to keep the tears at bay. I want to be strong for him, but I'm having a hard time.
 

"He's good, amazing in fact. He's the only thing keeping me sane right now," I say sniffling.
 

"I know this is tough but I promise it will get better. It won't always be like this," he whispers. "I know," I say on a sigh. "What are you guys doing?" his voice sounds just about as sad as I am right now.
 

"We were making you a picture, but I'm pretty sure I have more paint on me than the picture. Axle decided painting my hair, face, and shirt was more important than your picture," I can hear the laughter on the other end of the phone, and I'm glad I can do that for him at least.
 

"Well if it was edible paint, I would be more than happy to lick it off your body." Shaking my head, I can only imagine.
 

"I'm sure you would. You should see how much he's grown in the last few days. It's crazy. I had to buy all new clothes," I know he's smiling right now. I can tell when he says his next words.
 

"God I love you Coley. You've taken on a role in his life that most women wouldn't want to do and you did it without one complaint. Hell, you're pretty much raising my son all by yourself and I can't get over how much you love him like he's your own."
 

Now the tears really fall down my face. Axle looks at me and starts to cry too. "Shhh baby," I whisper trying to soothe him. "Sorry," I say to Dom. Wiping the tears with the back of my hand. I bounce Axle on my hip helping to get him to quiet down a little. "He is like my own child," I say looking at his sweet little face.
 

"I know he is baby. Thank you for everything you've done for us both. I have to go but I love you and I'll hopefully see you both soon."
 

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I reply, "love you too. Come home soon babe." I hear the line go silent, and the tears start to fall again.
 

Chapter Thirty-Two

Three fucking days in the hell hole is making me go insane. I want to be free and hold my girl and son, but instead I get to share a god damn cell with Jase.
 

The bail hearing was a joke, and I know that is the same judge that went after my father for the death of the bastard Damien, when he hurt Anslie.

We are always on guard since those Black Hills pricks threatened to gut us in the showers yesterday. Now instead of just Slag, we have a few more assholes following our every move.