Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(129)
Bitter anger washed over me at the thought of this f*cker harming my child. Not going to happen. I sucked in a labored breath as a vice tightened on my stomach, my first contraction whipping through me. Luckily Taylor was focused on his phone and was furiously typing so he didn’t notice. I focused on breathing through the pain, on being strong enough to get myself through this. A couple of minutes passed and I got my bearings, thankful that Taylor was still glued to his phone, muttering to himself. I took a moment to look down and Steg.
“Can you hear me Steg? Don’t die please don’t die.” I whispered, pleading silently for him to open his eyes. His breath rattled and his arm lifted weakly.
“Gwen.” He spluttered “My pants.” He coughed again, blood running down the side of his mouth. Pants? The gun! The one that he had shoved down the back of his pants. The way he was positioned meant I could slip one of my hands under to reach it. That meant letting go of the wound in his chest that I was trying to stop the bleeding. If I didn’t we’d both probably die anyway. And my little Bun would too. The roar of motorcycles gave me the distraction I needed, as Taylor darted to the window.
“Fuck!” He roared turning the gun to me. “Fucking Fletcher! Get up now bitch, you’re my only ticket out of this breathing.” He strode towards me, just as my hand closed around the gun tucked into Stegs jeans. I didn’t hesitate, I pointed it at his approaching form.
Cade
Cade flew into the compound, fear and rage curled at the pit of his stomach. His shaking hands could hardly grip his f*cking bike he was that afraid.
Steg’s call ending in a gunshot and Gwen’s scream had put ice in his veins, and fire in his belly. They had been five minutes away, stopped at some f*cking bar. Cade had assured himself that Gwen was safe and his brothers had joked it was his last time to enjoy a cold one before the baby came along. Not that he gave a f*ck. He couldn’t wait for his kid to get here. He also planned on getting Gwen pregnant again the first chance he could. His woman was stunning, but swollen with his child, glowing, she was out of this world. Now all he could hear was the shot and her scream. He couldn’t see straight at the thought of a bullet anywhere f*cking near Gwen. His f*cking kid. He was as good as dead if any thing happened to the two most precious things on this earth. Fury coursed through his body as he thought of what he would do to the motherf*cker threatening his family.
He bounded off his bike, not even noticing it crash onto the concrete. His gun was in his hand and he was sprinting towards the clubhouse when he heard it. Three gunshots. It felt as if three rounds had been drilled into him but he didn’t slow his pace. He was about to rip open the door when a strong hand gripped his shoulder.
“Let me the f*ck go now brother! Or I’m not responsible for my next actions.” Cade snarled.
“You can’t go bursting through the door without backup, not knowing what’s on the other side brother. Do this smart. So we can get Gwen out safe. Without her Old Man getting full of lead.” Bull’s face was an inch from his, his was voice flat, but his eyes flared with fury.
Cade nodded stiffly, every fiber of his being was screaming at him to kick through that door, no matter what was on the other side. He’d happily face a thousand bullets if it meant Gwen and the baby safe. An agonizing thirty seconds later everyone was in place and the burst in the door. His stomach roiled at what he saw. Gwen trembling, covered in blood, trying to stop a flow that was streaming out of his President’s chest. A body face down in front of them, missing half a head. He didn’t take any of it in, he just rushed to his woman.
Gwen
I shot him three times, just in case. I think his head was gone after the first, but I kept going anyway. Once I was sure he was dead I threw the gun beside me and plugged my fingers back in Steg’s chest, trying to listen for his breath. I panicked when he was silent.
“Please breathe, please be alive.” I chanted down at his ashen face. My whole body tightened as I felt another contraction.
I barely noticed the door crash open and someone gently remove Steg from my lap. I panicked until I saw it was Cade kneeling in front of me, I met his eyes.
“I shot him. Three times. I’m pretty sure he’s dead now. I had to though, he was going to hurt my baby.” I babbled, not registering the paleness of Cade’s face.
“You did good baby, real good, I’m so proud of you.” He reassured me, stroking my face, eyes darting over my body.
His presence made relief settle over me, this was short lived when the contraction made me scream. Cade’s hands were running over my bloodstained clothes frantically searching for a wound. I was aware of him barking orders at men surrounding us.
“Baby coming…now.” I choked out between breaths.
He froze and his eyes met mine before he lifted my dress to see the blood running down my leg.
“Someone get a f*cking truck NOW!” He roared gathering me in his arms.
I screamed again, shit this is happening too quick. “No, no put me down, the baby is coming right now.” I bit out against the pain, feeling the overwhelming need to push.
Cade nodded, his face determined, calm. He placed me down on the couch, the Walking Dead still on the TV. He propped me on the arm, so I was sitting up slightly, spreading my legs and taking off my underwear. I was in too much pain to be embarrassed or notice Bull, Brock and Lucky standing nearby looking shit scared and helpless.