Wayward Son (Wayward Saints MC Book 4) (21 page)

Walking into the cafeteria, I see Jase look a little uneasy. "What is it?" I whisper.
 

He turns to look at me for a second before looking over my shoulder. "Got a tip earlier, they are going to come at us separately. I'm up first apparently."
 

Looking back at him, I raise my eyebrow. "Apparently my twin pissed a few of those mother fuckers off and I'm the retribution."
 

Fuck me. "What the hell did he do? And when?"
 

I watch him shake his head. "No fucking clue. The guy didn't know either. Maybe it's from when he was in Oregon," he says glancing around the tables.
 

A few minutes later, the guards split us up, and the Black Hills members get up from their seats. God dammit. I try to get away from the guards, but one of them hits me in the knee before I can get away from them. A few of our friendlies get involved, and I punch a guard to get him the fuck off of me.
 

I make it to Jase just as two of the fuckers get him on the ground punching him repetitively. One of them goes to kick him, so I kick him in the back of the knee as hard as I can, causing him to scream out in pain.
 

Grabbing the assholes head, I slam it against my knee as hard as I can, and push him away from me. The friendlies are keeping most of the men back, so I go after a guy who is trying to get Jase off the guy who started this shit.

Pulling the guy away from Jase, I see fifteen guards come running towards us. Jase and I both back away from the clowns that are on the ground, but the guards don't give a fuck who started it.
 

They drop us both to the ground and zip tie our hands to keep us from moving. They start to escort us back to our cells, and one of the Black Hills douches walks by with a huge cut across his face, and his shoulder looks like it's dislocated.

Serves the motherfucker right.
 

He gives me the death stare before he gets dragged away. We get escorted back to our cell and they push us in, cut our ties, and tell us that they were surprised we didn't go down like they thought we would.

As soon as I get out of this fucking place, I will make sure these shady fuckers get knocked down a peg or two.
 

"We want to talk to our lawyer," Jase says as he spits blood on the floor.
 

The guard just snickers. "Good fucking luck. No one is going to believe that the Saints didn't start that fight out there. Take it up with someone when you get to court in a few days," he smirks and I want to slam his face into the cell wall.
 

Jase spits blood at him and he looks at us with a deadly look. "Don't fucking do that again or next time, I'll make sure no guards come to save your asses."
 

"Fuck you, you god damn pussy! My ole' lady and sister can hit harder than those mother fuckers," I snarl. Jase starts to laugh and the guard just turns around and walks away.

Looking over at Jase, I see the blood running down his mouth. "Just don't get your fucking blood all over my bed," I say with a smirk. "Fuck you asshole," he says spitting at my feet.
 

"I guess we'll see what those fucking morons have in store for me," I say rubbing my knee. That fucking guard hit me hard enough to leave a fucking knot.

The rest of the night was pretty quiet on our cell block and I was able to actually get some sleep; Jase on the other hand kept moving around all night.
 

The next morning, the guards decided that since we were the cause of the fight that we wouldn't get privileges, which didn't bother me too much. I rather stay in here until that sassy little lawyer my old man is screwing gets us the fuck out of here.
 

After lunch the guards finally let us out into the yard. Walking through the crowds, I get an uneasy feeling.
 

Looking back at Jase, I can tell he senses something is going to happen too. I scan the crowd and look for the Black Hills fuckers to appear out of nowhere. One of the guards walks over to us and tells Jase he has a phone call.
 

Jase nods his head and then nods his head in the other direction for me to watch my back. As he walks off, I see Slag coming right at me. When he goes to swing at me, I block it, and run my fist into his side. I hear someone come up behind me, but I don't turn around in time. Before I can react, I feel the shank being jabbed into my side.
 

Jase comes running back towards me, but I end up falling to the ground. Jase gets to me, and beats the fuck out of the guy who stabbed me.
 

The guards come out and pull Jase off the guy. They send me to the infirmary where they make sure I'm not bleeding internally, and then they give me a couple of stitches before they sent me back to my cell. The pain in my side is fucking excruciating. They gave me some aspirin, but that shit doesn’t do a damn thing for me.
 

When I get back, Jase is staring at me. "You okay?" he asks, as the door is locked behind me.
 

Waving my hand, I go and sit down on the bed. My side is fucking throbbing, and all I want to do is go fucking home to Coley and Axle. When I get out of this fucking place, I'm taking time off again. I don't give a fuck what my old man says.
 

Chapter Thirty-Three

I’ve been waiting to hear from Dom for the last three days, but I haven’t heard a word. Anslie called earlier to tell me that they were going to the trial today, but that was the last I heard. She was saying that they had evidence that proved that they were both innocent and that the cops were dirty.
 

Pacing the living room for the last few hours while Axle napped was pretty much the only thing I could do. My mind was going a million miles an hour and no one had any answers.
 

Finally I decide on watching a movie on TV to keep my mind occupied. Half way through it, Axle started crying. I went and got him out of his crib, and brought him to the couch to hang out with me and wait for some news.
 

After taking Axle to the doctor a few days ago, we learned that he was six months old today. So before I put him down for a nap, I make him a bottle. He tries it and gives me a strange look, almost like he doesn't like it, but then puts his mouth near it again.
 

Getting a little more baby food, I put it in his mouth and wipe away the excess. Once he drinks his bottle, his eyes start to close a little.
 

Setting it on the couch, I rock him to sleep. Once he’s asleep, I set him inside of his pack n play, and go to put rinse out his bottle and put it on the rack. On my way back from the kitchen, I hear my phone beep with a text message.
 

Anslie:
just got to the court house. I’ll let you know how it goes.
 

Me:
fingers crossed. Please tell me how he’s doing

Anslie:
I will! I’ll give him a big kiss for both of you.

Me:
thank you Anslie!

Anslie:
No problem sister :)

Seeing the word sister on the screen causes me to pause. My sister and I haven’t been close, and I haven’t spoke to her in months. Staring at the screen, another text message comes through, but it isn’t Anslie.
 

Danny:
Baby I want to make things right. We are supposed to get married and have children. I made a mistake. You need to forgive me

Seriously?!? Did he fall and bust his head? There is no way in hell that I will ever get back with that cheating asshole! Instead of replying to him, I toss my phone on the couch cushion next to me, and go back to watching the movie.
 

Laying my head on the arm of the couch, I close my eyes and pray the trial goes the way they are hoping.
 

I must have fallen asleep on the couch, because it’s now dark, and I hear the garage door opening. Getting up from the couch, I check to make sure Axle is still asleep, and then make my way towards the kitchen. The alarm didn't go off, so someone had to turn it off.
 

Grabbing a pair of scissors off the counter, I make my way towards the garage. When the door opens, I drop them, and take off running towards him.
 

Before he can even get all the way through the door, I am throwing my arms around him. “Dom,” I sob into his neck. His arms wrap an around me, and he lifts me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist.
 

“Fuck baby, you have no fucking clue how good it is to see your beautiful face.” He pulls out of my grip enough so he can look at my face.
 

I have tears running down my face, and I am pretty sure my mascara is running down my face. I pepper his face with kisses as I whisper, “I love you” over and over again.
 

Walking us into the kitchen, he sets me on the counter, and kisses my lips roughly. “You have no fucking clue how much I love you sweetness.” I can feel his cock harden as he presses himself against my core.
 

My panties start to dampen with arousal, but Axle starts to cry. Dropping his forehead to my shoulder, he moans and gently bites me. “As much as I want to fuck you into tomorrow, I want to see him.” Smiling, I grab his hand and hop off the counter.
 

Leading him into the living room, I can see how much he’s missed Axle. He goes straight for him, and picks him up. Axle gets a big smile on his face, and starts to babble at his daddy.

“Hey little man!” he says kissing his cheeks. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you and your momma.” Hearing him tell Axle that he missed him and his momma made my heart flutter.
 

I am nowhere near his mother, but I hope I can be one day. I love that little boy so much, that it would kill me if I wasn’t always part of his life.
 

Dom looks over at me and I can’t help but smile at the expression on his face. “Momma?” I ask with an eyebrow raised. He brings Axle over to me and hands him to me, “Yeah baby, momma.”
 

Before I know what’s happening, Dom is down on one knee, and looking up at me and Axle. “Coley I can’t even begin to tell you how much you mean to me. You treat my son like your own and make sure he’s taken care of before yourself. You’re beautiful inside and out, and I have never met anyone that I wanted to be around more than you. I know we both have had shitty past relationships, and we haven’t been together long, but I know one hundred percent that you are the only fucking girl in this world for me. Hell, you stood by my side during a real shitty deal and I thank you for that. I wouldn’t have been able to get out of there alive without knowing I was coming home to you. Will you marry me and make me and Axle the happiest men in the world?”

My hand is covering my mouth as I am trying to hold back the sobs that are escaping. Axle’s little hand is reaching for his daddy, and I can’t help but reach for him to. “Yes,” I sob. He stands up and slides a beautiful antique ring onto my finger, and picks us both up.