Wayward Soul by Kim Young, K. Renee

to break in. I ’ m just scared to trust him unless he ’ s really who he says he is. ”
    I hear him murmur something to someone, then he tells me to hold on a second. A few seconds later, I hear another phone ring. “ Hey, Brant. Yeah, I ’ m at the apartment. Someone broke the door down, but a prospect and I were here. Things are handled. I just want to make sure she ’ s okay. ”
    It gets silent again, then Dom gets back on the phone. “ Case, he ’ s okay. You can go out there. If you need anything, call me. Is Anslie there? ”
    She obviously didn ’ t tell him about moving and getting married, so I just make up a story about her being out tonight. We say our goodbyes and I make my way out of the closet.
    I slowly walk towards the man standing in the middle of my bedroom. The first thought I have is that he is fucking hot! I don ’ t understand how there are so many hot men in this MC. Why can ’ t I find a nice boy that is hot?
    I spend more than enough time looking over his body before I look up into his eyes. I see the smirk on his face and I want to smack him. Bikers are so cocky. “ What are you doing here? ” I snarl.
    He laughs. “ Is that how you treat someone who just saved your life? ”
    I don ’ t want to be a bitch, but I ’ ve been a wreck the last few days and this is the only way I can cope at the moment. “ No one told you to save me, ” I grit out. “ Where is he? ”
    Beau looks at me with a weird expression. He probably didn't expect me to be mad. He doesn ’ t respond to my question, so I dial Gunner again. It goes straight to voicemail and I let out a string of curses.
    This causes the biker to smile even more. He tells me he has to meet back at the house for church, but there is a prospect still here. He also tells me he will take the guy who broke in with him. I nod. Curious, I follow him out into the living room and see the guy lying on the floor. He ’ s tied up and has blood dripping down his face. I look at his face to see if I recognize him, but I have no luck.
    Once they get the guy off my floor and out into the van, the prospect comes back inside and sits on my couch. I can ’ t help but stare at him. He looks familiar, but I ’ m not sure why.
    I turn on the TV and sit back on the couch. Thirty minutes into it, I finally figure it out. “ We were in English class together a couple of years ago, ” I blurt out.
    He turns and cocks his head to the side to look at me. I can ’ t help but look away under his intense gaze. “ Yeah, I suppose we were, ” he says with a small smirk.
    We sit in silence for another twenty minutes before I say anything else. “ What made you join the MC? ”
    He looks at me, then back at the TV. He ’ s quiet for a few minutes. “ Because, unlike you, I don ’ t get everything handed to me. I ’ ve had a shit life and I ’ ve finally found somewhere I belong. These guys don ’ t judge me or talk down to me. They treat each other like a family and that ’ s what I want. ” I regret saying anything.

Chapter Eighteen

    When I finally get to Casey's, I see the door is still broken, so I make a call to get someone to fix it. Walking into the room, I see the prospect talking to her. Instantly, I see red. I don't want any other man talking to my girl. Making my way inside, I clear my throat and both of their heads snap in my direction. Casey looks like a fish out of water. Her mouth just opens and closes until she finally just keeps it closed. The prospect, Josh, doesn't even flinch. He either wants my girl, or he is going to make a great brother one day.
    Casey slowly gets up from the couch and stares at me. She looks upset. I'm too focused on her facial expression to register that she ’ s coming towards me, her hand flying towards my face. The slap is loud and my head jerks to the side. Josh doesn't even bother to move. I grab her by the arm and drag her into the bedroom.
    Once we get inside and shut the door, she rips her arm out