Wayward Beginning (Wayward Saints MC Book 3) (2 page)

Chapter Two

Six months after Avelyn and I met, we got married. I didn't want to lose this girl, so I asked her one night after I got home from a long run. I knew it wasn't romantic or anything, but I loved her and she loved me. That was all that mattered to the both of us. Less than a year into our marriage, we welcomed a baby boy, Dominic Mathew. We were thrilled. I always wanted a son who I could pass the club down to. Now that I had one, I couldn't wait for him to grow up and want to follow in my footsteps, just like I did with my old man.

When Dom was three-and-a-half, Avie wanted to have another one. I was all for it. I loved having a baby around. Plus, trying to get her pregnant was always an adventure in and of itself. We fucked like rabbits and she was pregnant with our second son within weeks. Soon, Robert Joseph was born.

When things at the club started to change, it put a strain on our relationship. Avie and I would fight about me not being around enough, which made my life a whole hell of a lot more difficult. My family life was taking its toll on my club life, and the guys made it known. They wanted me to choose one or the other, but I couldn't do that. The club was formed based on friends and family, and I wouldn't let that change. We had plenty of other things to worry about.

As things with other clubs got worse, Avie found out she was pregnant again. While I was happy about it, I could tell she wasn't really on board with the idea this time. Dom was almost six, Robbie was one and, in eight short months, we would have another little mouth to feed. When Raef Alexander was born, Avie was back to her happy self.

As the boys got older, I could tell Avie wanted a little girl. She was being overrun by the boys, and she wanted to have a little girl to dress up. Shit. I wanted to give her the world.

Things with the club had finally settled down and I was able to spend more time at home. I was in awe of her mothering skills every day. The boys were hell on wheels and she took it all in stride. No matter how difficult they were being, she was able to deal with them without breaking a sweat. After we got the boys off to school and daycare one morning, she asked if we could try for a girl. I just smiled and took her straight back to bed.

Baby number four was all she wanted. When we found out it was a boy, I could tell she was a little disappointed, but when Bentley Aaron was born, she instantly fell in love with him. I had four healthy boys and a beautiful wife. I couldn't ask for anything more.

My boys and Nick's boys…Brantley, Jason, Sebastian, and Elijah…were best friends. The older boys did everything together, practically becoming our shadows. The younger boys stuck together and tried their best to get their brothers in trouble. I was glad there were other kids in the club the same age as my boys. I remember what it was like to not have very many friends because of who my dad was. I wanted my boys to have the life I wish I had.

Over the next year, I started to expand the club to help keep others off our backs. I thought I was doing a good job…until my world came crashing down.

Avelyn stopped by the club house one afternoon to drop the boys off while she ran some errands. Not even ten minutes after she left me, she was shot and killed by a rival club while stopped at a red light.

When the officer called to tell me what happened, I knew things would never be the same. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me and I couldn't breathe. My world was crashing around me and I couldn’t do anything to prevent it. The woman I loved was dead. How would I explain it to our boys?

The Dom and Robbie were heartbroken and Raef and Bentley were too young to understand that their mom was never coming back, and I knew no one could take her place. Hell, I didn’t want anyone to. I wanted her back, and I would give my own life in exchange for hers.

I spent most of my free time planning revenge. It consumed me. It was all I could think about for months. I had to kill the motherfucker who took her from me. I rarely saw my boys because I was too consumed with guilt. Nick and Emily were a godsend. Without them, I never would have gotten my head on straight.

One day, Nick stopped by my office on his way home. I'll never forget what he did for me. He was probably the only other person, besides Avelyn, who could tell me to pull my head out of my ass. When he walked in and closed the door, I knew what he was about to say was important.

"Cason, brother, you know I've been here for you and will always have your back, but you need to get your fucking head out of your ass and be a fucking father. Those boys need you. They just lost their mother, and you're pretty much gone from their lives, too. Nothing is going to bring her back, and I'm sorry about that, brother. But don't punish those boys just because you can't fucking deal with her death. They ask about you every single day. I hate telling them you're out of town or whatever bullshit story I come up with. Those boys are just as heartbroken as you and they deserve more!" He slammed his hands on my desk and I looked up.

For the first time since the day she died, I cried. I realized I wanted to be a better father to them. Hell, I
needed
to be. Avelyn would have wanted that. I needed to stop being selfish. I needed to take responsibility for my sons and teach them that everything would get better over time.

Chapter Three

After Nick set me back on the right path, I hired a babysitter for the boys while I was at the club, making sure I came home every night.

I was up with them every morning until they went to school, and was home every night by dinnertime. The nanny, Selena, picked them up from school and made sure they did their homework. She cooked us dinner, then left for the night. We got into a pattern and it worked well. The boys liked her.

One night, after I got the boys fed, showered, and into bed, Selena cornered me in the kitchen. "Cason,” she said with a breathy sigh.

Sure, this girl was hot, but I hadn't slept with anyone since my wife, and I wasn't really sure I was ready to get back into the swing of things. I was finally on the right track and I didn’t need anything messing that up.

"Yeah, Selena?" I said, checking the messages on my cell.

She walked right up to me and ran her fingers down my chest, heading straight for my dick. Now, I know what I just said and I'm probably going to make myself look like a hypocrite, but when a woman grabs your dick like that, it's hard to say no. She leaned into my body and kissed her way down my neck.

Fuck, it had been six months since I felt a woman touch me the way she was touching me. It felt fantastic. Even though everything in me screamed for her stop, I couldn't bring myself to say the words.

Her other hand slipped under my shirt and she pulled me closer, working to undo my jeans. Once they were open, I felt her small hand slide in and grip my hard dick. My breathing deepened and I knew I couldn't hold back anymore.

When I picked her up, she wrapped her long legs around my waist and I could feel her hot cunt through her panties. She used her feet to slide my pants down, and I sat her on the counter. I kissed my way down her neck as she moaned. This girl was hot and ready, and I was aching to sink my cock deep inside her.

I don't know what was going through my head when I fucked Selena, but she made me feel again. Soon, she became like an addiction and I couldn't get enough of her pussy.

Six months later, she told me she was pregnant. I wasn't sure how I felt about it, but the boys were excited to have another sibling.

I went with Selena to all her appointments and took care of everything. The day we found out we were having a little girl was the happiest I had been since I found out about the boys.

The day Anslie Caidence was born, I could feel Selena slipping away from me. In all honesty, I was okay with that. We lived under the same roof, but we did as we wanted.

About a year after Anslie was born, the loving girl who took care of my boys was gone, and I didn't even recognize the person in her place. She started hanging out at the club house and bars more, she started flirting with my brothers, and started fucking random men.

As much as I should have seen it coming and saw all the signs, I was blinded by the fact that I thought she would never be a big enough bitch to take my daughter from me. Hell, I
still
don’t even know why she took off like she did, but I do know that I’ll never let another bitch do that to me or my kids again.

The day my sons started calling her Slutlena should have been the day I kicked her ass to the curb and kept my daughter away from her.

The call from Emily was one of the worst days of my life, and I left my guys halfway through a run to run home. That stupid bitch took my daughter and left the boys at the house with no supervision. She was damn lucky I didn't put her in the ground after that. Trust me, I thought about it every day.

Trying to explain to my boys why their little sister was gone was difficult. Raef and Bentley didn't understand, and Dom and Robbie expressed how mad they were. They wanted their little sister back.

I used all my connections and favors to get a lead on her. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. The trail had gone cold, but I couldn’t give up hope that I’d find them.

Eight months later, one of my guys saw them at a grocery store, so I had him follow her. When he called to tell me they stopped at an apartment complex in Miami, I jumped on my bike. When I finally got there, I was surprised to see that Anslie was a happy-go-lucky little girl. At times, she was happier than she was back at home with us.

I watched her from afar for two days before I actually went to the door. Knocking, I didn't expect Selena to actually open it. Coming face to face with her made my blood boil. "Cason, wh-what are you doing here?" she stuttered.

"You took my daughter and left while I was on a run. Why the fuck else would I be here?"

I heard little giggles coming from the hallway. Anslie came running at me as fast as her little legs could carry her. Jumping into my arms, I felt my anger melt away.

"Daddy!” she squealed, wrapping her chubby little arms around my neck, peppering my face with wet kisses. "I missed you!" I squeezed her tight and kissed her cheek. This little girl had me wrapped around her little finger and I couldn't be happier.

"Momma, Daddy’s here! Can I show him my room?" Selena nodded, but I could tell she was pissed. I didn’t give a fuck. Somehow, I was going to get my daughter home with me.

Anslie drags me to her room and I spend most of the day playing dolls with her. She is happy, which is all I ever wanted for her. At five-years-old, Anslie is the spitting image of Selena. The only thing she got from me was my eye color. She's going to be gorgeous, and I will have to beat the boys off with a stick. Luckily, I'll have her brothers to help.

By the end of the night, I'm starting to rethink taking her away from her mom. She is so happy. I don't want to be the parent she resents for taking her away from her home.

I decide to tell Selena I’d let Anslie stay with her, but with some conditions. I tell her everything I will pay for, and what the schedule would be for my visits. Selena is ecstatic that I am willing to pay for her new apartment and all my daughter’s living expenses. I should have been able to see the bitch for what she really is.

The day my little girl called to tell me all the bad shit that had been going on at her mom’s, I flipped. I just wanted to get her away from that stupid bitch and back home where she belonged.