Free Wayward Angel by K. Renee, Vivian Cummings Page A

ear, "Let's go. I'm nowhere near done with you tonight."
    She smirks and I pull her along with me. Halfway to the door, she stops me. "I have to tell Case I'm leaving."
    "Text her. Let's go." I grab her hand again and pull her out the door. Once we're out the door, she pulls out her phone and shoots off a text.
    The douche bag at the door is staring at her like he wants a taste of my girl. Fuck that. I know he was watching me get her off.
    He calls out to her and she turns to look at him. He comes up to us and says something in her ear.
    "Charlie, I'm fine," she says adamantly.
    I watch his face change, almost like he thought she would let him take her away from me. He looks me up and down and says, "Didn't know you liked asshole bikers, babe."
    "We got a problem, asshole?" I seethe. There is no way he's going to talk shit about me in front of my face. Anslie looks up at me and puts her hand on my stomach.
    He cocks his head to the side. "Ya know, if I knew she was that easy, I would have just fucked her the minute she arrived with Casey." He smirks.
    I pull Anslie behind me and jam my fist into his left cheek, feeling the bones break as I watch the blood start running down his face. "You say one more thing about her and I’ll put you in the mother fucking ground."
    He looks at me like I'm crazy. Good, maybe he'll think twice about ever coming near her again.
    My cousin comes out the door and takes in the scene before him. "What the fuck is going on out here?"
    "Gunner, your employee doesn't know how to treat a lady. And cousin, as part owner of this club, I suggest you look for someone new to take his place." The dickhead pales slightly when he hears I'm part owner and Gunner's cousin.
    Gunner looks at Charlie for a minute before saying, "Go home, you're done for the night. You ever disrespect a women again, and I’ll let my cousin beat your ass. I'm sure Prez won't like to know someone is talking like that to his little girl."
    Gunner turns to Anslie and says, "Sorry about that, babe. Any time you want to come back, let me know. I'll let you in for free and drinks on the house." Anslie looks between Gunner and me, shocked.
    "Okay," she stutters.
    "Come on doll, let's get you home and naked."
    Her cheeks turn a nice shade of pink, which is a good look on her. Gunner shakes his head and walks back into Black, following Charlie. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her to me. I tuck her body into mine and we walk to my bike.

 
     
     
    Chapter Twelve

    Brantley pulls his bike into the parking lot of my apartment complex and parks close to the front door. As we get off, I hear him whistle before saying, “Damn, this is a nice place you got here.”
    I just roll my eyes.
    “Yeah, I guess. This is part of the 'go to college and forget about you' package.” I slap my hand over my mouth. That wasn't supposed to come out.
    Brantley looks over at me with a knowing look. “Go to college and forget about me package?” His brows furrow in confusion.
    I unlock the door and motion for him to come inside. He walks in, closes the door behind him and looks around. His gaze lands on the three photos on the mantle. One is of me and Casey, the second is of me, my dad and my brothers, and the last one is of me and Brant.
    He stares at the one of us. We are sitting at my Dad's, his arms wrapped around my shoulders, and we're both laughing at something. We look happy, like a real couple. Casey framed it and gave it to me when we first moved into the apartment. I  had no idea that she'd even taken it.
    I look down at the ground. “Yeah, he told me to go to college, forget about you, get married and have babies. So here I am.” I lift my arms and motion to everything around us.
    He grabs my chin between his index finger and thumb, bringing my face up to his. His eyes flash with anger that my dad would say that. “Baby, I went to Oregon because my old man said he’d tell Prez and the brothers what he thought was going on