Free Wayward Beginning (Wayward Saints MC Book 3) by K. Renee

still to do before tomorrow morning.
    He says he doesn’t want to sleep alone, and I am starting to feel the same way. Reluctantly, I get dressed and tell him I need to go home. Once I get to my apartment, I wish I would have stayed with Cason. There is a note taped to my door. Opening it, I see unfamiliar handwriting.
     
    Henley,
    I tried to warn you, but you don’t seem to listen.
    I will only tell you once more that Cason is mine.
    He will see that you’re worthless and can’t please
    him the way I can. Stay the fuck away from him.
     
    I gasp. Oh, my god. They know where I live now? I start to panic and grab my phone. Hitting Cason’s contact info, I wait for him to answer.
    “Hey, babe. You miss me already?” he says with a laugh. If I wasn’t freaking out, I would probably laugh, too.
    I check the hall before I walk into my apartment and lock the door behind me.
    “Cason…” I can’t get the words out. What if whoever wrote the note is in my apartment?
    “Henley, what’s wrong?” By the tone in his voice, I can tell he’s starting to worry.
    “There’s a note on my door. I’m scared. What do I do?”
    I can’t believe someone is threatening me. Who the hell does that? I know Cason is damn good in bed, but to threaten someone over him is crazy, isn’t it?
    “Henley, grab what you need for tomorrow and come over.”
    I can hear Cason, but I’m not paying attention to anything he’s saying. Instead, I am looking around my apartment to make sure nothing is different.
    “Henley!” he yells.
    “Sorry. I was making sure nothing was moved around.” I make my way into my room and grab an overnight bag.
    “Hen, I’m on my way.” He hangs up before I can say anything back to him.
    I grab a few things I need for the morning, as well as some pajamas. Making my way back into the living room, I notice my photos are moved around. Just as I’m about to take a closer look at them, there is a knock at the door, causing me to jump.
    Slowly walking over to the door, I look through the peephole. I see Cason standing at the door, a pissed off expression on his face. “You okay?” he asks, looking me over.
    “Yeah, just a little shaken up. Who would put a threatening note on my door?” I ask, shaking my head. He pulls me into his chest, making me feel better.
    “I don’t know, baby, but I’ll find out and make sure they never come near you again.” I wrap my arms around his waist. I can tell he’s scanning the room behind me.
    “Anything moved or missing?” he asks.
    I nod and point to the photos I have lining the top of my fireplace. “They are in a different order than I had them.”
    “Did you pack like I asked?”
    I nod and continue to look around my apartment. When Cason releases me, I grab my bag and my briefcase. “For how long will I be gone?” I ask him.
    “Few days. You’re not coming back unless it’s safe. You can stay with me as long as you want,” he replies with a smirk.
    I want to smack the smirk off of his face sometimes. I don’t want to have to depend on him, but I’m afraid to stay here alone right now. Someone was in my apartment. Who knows what else they’ve done?
    I grab a few more things and tell him I’m ready to go. He takes my bag and tosses it over one shoulder, wraps his other arm around me, and leads me out the door.

    Once we make it back to Cason’s, he immediately gets on his phone and makes a bunch of calls. I watch him pace the living room and cuss into the phone more times than I can count. He seems to be getting even more pissed as the calls continue.
    When he finally sets his phone down, I see the tension in his shoulders. When he sits down next to me on the couch, I move and start to massage his shoulders.
    “Holy fuck, babe. That feels amazing,” he groans as I knead my fingers into his muscles. I spend the next ten minutes working out all of his tightness. I can feel his body relax. I love knowing I did that for him.
    “You ready for bed,