Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(128)

“Walking dead huh? Darryl can sure shoot the shit out of a crossbow.” He remarked to my surprise, sitting on the sofa next to me.

I stared at him in disbelief until he shrugged his shoulders. “Evie loves this shit.”

I smiled and relaxed, turning my head back to the blood and gore.



I jerked awake to the sound of a door slamming. I sat up disorientated. The TV was still going, so I mustn’t have been out that long, I looked to the empty sofa beside me and guessed Steg had had enough of zombie shows. I stood slowly stretching my uncomfortable body.

“Can’t you please just decide to come on out Bun? Mummy is dying to get you into a little Burberry dress.” I tried, guessing my daughter might just leave the womb for Burberry if she is anything like her Mum.

“Wouldn’t count on that baby or you wearing anything apart from a bullet bitch.” A voice snarled from behind me.

I jumped to see a man with a gun pointed at me standing in the doorway. I cradled my hands over my stomach protectively, fear like ice through my veins.

“What do you want?” I asked him evenly, intent on getting myself and my baby out of this unharmed.

“Don’t remember me Gwen?” The man spat out my name.

I searched his face, something about him familiar, then it dawned on me.

“Taylor? You’re…”

“I was meant to be a Templar, thanks to you I’m f*cking no one.” He snarled, taking another step.

I took in his greasy hair, and steel blue eyes, remembering the sleazeball that was ‘protecting me’ the day I got kidnapped. I noticed a scar running from his temple to his chin, marring his features.

“You noticed my new look did you?” He asked. “That’s courtesy of you Old Man, my punishment for letting his bitch get pinched.” His voice was full of spite.

My eyes darted around, where was Steg? I knew he would never be too far away. He wouldn’t leave me would he?

“You don’t want to do this Taylor.” I tried to speak calmly, to reason with him. No matter what, I had to protect my child, and I was going to.

He bit out a bitter laugh. “Oh but I do Gwen. No other club would touch me after Templar’s kicked me to the curb. Not even the f*cking competition. They all think I’m useless.” He was almost yelling now, spittle flying from his mouth. “I have a feeling once I deliver the body of the Old Lady and kid of the famous Fletcher, I’ll be getting offers all over the f*cking country.”

Okay so this guy is insane. I could hardly move, my body shaking from fear, watching him move closer with that gun pointed at me. I took a small step back, now he had rounded the couch I wanted to put something between us.

His eyes flared and he shook the gun at me. “Don’t move bitch!” He screamed.

Then it all happened in a blur. Steg jumped over the couch, tackling Taylor.

“Get the f*ck out of here NOW GWEN!” He roared, wrestling with the man.

I started for the door, wrestling my need to help, but knowing I had to look after my baby. I heard a grunt, then an unmistakable sound of a body hitting the floor. I turned, dreading to see the one getting up. To my relief Steg had pushed himself off the floor, he shoved Taylors gun down his jeans then bolted to me in concern.

“Is he dead?” I asked, my voice calm.

“Nope just knocked out, the boys and I will deal with that motherf*cker. I need you to go outside and call Cade, I’ll tie this piece of shit up.” Steg grunted.

“Um I think we might have to change our plans Prez.” I informed him calmly.

“Why?”

“Because my water just broke.”

We both looked down at the puddle beneath my legs and I gingerly stepped out of it.

“Okay. Give me a sec honey I’ll call Cade.” Steg pulled out his phone, trying not to look freaked, but he didn’t hide it that well. Bikers were weird, they could wrestle men with guns but couldn’t handle a woman about to give birth.

“Cade, we’ve got a situation, Gwens…” Steg barked into the phone but a gunshot cut him off. And so did the bullet that went through his chest.

I screamed as he collapsed onto me, giving me no choice but to go down to the floor with him.

“Didn’t hit me hard enough old man.” Taylor sneered standing above us, brandishing another weapon. “Didn’t count on me having a second piece either stupid f*ck. Too busy worrying about this cunt. Everyone’s so concerned about you Gwen. What’s so special bout you? Got a magic *? You let the whole club have a piece?” He asked grinning down at me.

Steg’s blood was pouring out of his chest, his back leaning against my knees. I pressed my hands against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, trying not to panic.

“You’ve just shot the clubs president Taylor. They’ll come after you now. Won’t stop until you’re dead. You need to leave now before they get back, maybe we can get Steg some help. If he survives, maybe they won’t kill you.” I desperately tried to reason with him, knowing if Steg was going to survive he needed a hospital now. Not to mention so did I. I couldn’t let this freak know I was in labor. He seemed to consider it awhile while pacing back and forward gun trained on me.

“I think its just a bonus I’ve got the Prez as well as the Princess.” He decided, eyes flaring. “Maybe I’ll keep you around though, just until you push that kid out, then I’ll put a bullet in you, sell the baby off the highest bidder. I could get some serious cash for the VP’s kid.” He informed me calmly. The psychopath.