Free Wayward Son (Wayward Saints MC Book 4) by K. Renee

to take the reins, it's my future.  
    "Then you need to learn how to deal with your brothers and clean up their messes. What else do you think I do most of the fucking time?"  
    "Fine," I grit out. I'm still not fucking happy about this shit, but if I want the reins, I have to prove it to him or he will never step down.  
    "If that girl likes you like I think she does, she will be waiting for you to come back," he stares at me for a second before he walks back inside the clubhouse.  
    I make my way inside and go straight to my room. Grabbing a few clean shirts and a pair of jeans, I throw them into my duffle bag and make my way to my bike. I don't even bother saying anything to my brothers or my old man. The sooner I get this shit done, the sooner I can have Coley naked and under me.

    Eight hours later, I finally make it to Sacramento, California. I wouldn't mind the drive so much if fucking California drivers knew how to drive. Pulling into the club parking lot, I see Mac coming out of the club house. He waits for me to walk up to him before he says anything.  
    "Fuck son, it's been a long damn time." He claps me on the back and I do the same with him. Mac is like an uncle to us. He used to be one of my old man's number ones until he decided he wanted to get out of Vegas and start a chapter out here. Now he has about twenty men. "Yeah I know. How's it going?" I ask looking around.  
    The place looks a little worn down, but nothing that can't be fixed. "Ehh you know. Just been having some trouble with another crew and that damn brother of yours never followed through," he shakes his head and I know something else went down.
    "You and I both know that’s not like him. What the hell happened?"  
    "I think some little pretty thing got under his skin and got his head spinnin' but what do I know. I'm just an asshole who doesn't believe in all that love bullshit," he smirks and I can't help but laugh.  
    Mac is the complete opposite of my old man. Hell sometimes I'm not even sure how they got along all these years.  
    I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. Pulling it out, I see Coley's name pop up. "Yeah babe?"  
    Mac's eyes widen and he looks at me in shock. Never in my life have I ever called a girl babe.
    For one, I never even answer my phone if a bitch is calling, except for my sister and Casey. They’ve have always been the only exceptions to the rule.  
    "Dom," she whispers into the phone.
    "What's wrong?" Starting to worry, I hear her sharp intakes of breath. "Coley what's wrong?"
      Every instinct in me is yelling for me to kill whoever scared her. I want nothing more than to fucking get home and pull her into my arms.  
    "Someone broke in while I was looking for a job. All my money and jewelry is gone," she sniffles. "I have nothing left. What am I going to do?" I can tell she's about to start panicking.  
    "Cole, go to my house and stay there until I get back. I'll take care of everything when I get home."  
    "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?" Her voice is low and sad, and I fucking hate that I can't do anything for her right now.  
    "Just go to my place and we can talk about this later. Do you want me to send one of the guys?"  
    She hiccups and says 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 hear her giggle and I can feel some of the tension leaving me.
    "You have actual food at your house?" she says still giggling.
    "Yeah babe, I do. Don't let my rough and rowdy lifestyle fool you," I say with a smirk.  
    Mac is still looking at me like I've grown a second head, but I don't even give a fuck. Knowing that she's laughing makes it all worth it.  
    I tell her that I'll text her the info and that I'll call her later.  
    Walking over to Mac, he shakes his head. "Fuck, please tell me you didn't go