Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(29)

He was now glaring at me, pointedly looking me up and down, in a way that made me need a shower. I glared right back, even though I was scared shitless on the inside. The ‘Prez’ gave me one last leer then dismissed me, focusing on Cade.

“We got a problem at the garage. Your skills are needed. Now.” He ordered, without a good morning, hello, nothing.

Cade’s frown, already deep and seeing the wordless exchange between me and his ‘President’ turned into a glower.

“I’ll drop Gwen off and be there in twenty.” His declared with an edge to his voice.

“No, you come now. Get one of the prospects to come up and take your bitch home.” The ‘President’ gave me a sneer, looking at Cade as if he expected him to jump to attention.

What an *! I know that bikers referred to women as ‘bitches’ I didn’t like it, but most of the time it was offhand, came natural. But I knew this guy meant it to degrade me, dismiss me. Especially by the glance he flicked my way, like I was some whore. I guessed though I couldn’t be sure, this might be a usual occurrence for Cade, as another thing I knew about bikers, they liked to f*ck. Often, and with different girls, most of whom were disposable.

I felt the air get thick, as Cades glare went thunderous.

“Steg. I got Gwen. Ain’t one of the prospects coming to get her. Told you I’ll be twenty f*ckin minutes.” He ground out.

Steg, glared right back at Cade, then me, looking like he was ready to blow his top.

“And I said we need you. Now.” His face red, he obviously didn’t like being talked back to.

“Yeah well, since you need me you’re going to have to wait.” Cade clipped with barely contained anger. “I’ll be there in twenty.”

I bit back a smile, as Cade seized my hand, pushed past red faced Steg and directed me towards his truck. I wondered why we weren’t taking the bike, then I glanced down at my dress, reasoning that it wouldn’t travel well in daylight. I wondered if Cade had thought of that, if so, that was pretty darn considerate.

“Get in.” He ordered, opening the door for me.

He slammed my door shut once I was in, rounding the truck hopping in, starting it and roaring down the driveway. We drove in silence for a bit, a very loaded silence. I could feel Cades anger taking up all the room in the cab. I fidgeted with my hands, trying to think of something to say. I knew mentioning, whatever just happened was not the best idea, but I struggled to think of another topic of conversation. I doubt he wanted to discuss Karl Lagerfeld’s latest collection.

“What the f*ck was that Gwen?” Cade yelled, breaking the silence.

“What was what?” I asked back, with false confusion.

“You know what. Whatever the f*ck passed between you and Steg just before. You don’t even know him and you looked at him like he just ran over your puppy. Granted he is not a good man, but f*ck that was the first time you laid eyes on the f*cker.” His eyes turned back to the road, waiting for an answer.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I said defiantly.

“For f*cks sake Gwen, stop f*cking lying!” He bellowed, hands tightening on the steering wheel.

I sighed, letting me ignorant act fall. “I know what bad looks like Cade. And I know what he is, and it’s bad that lies behind his eyes.” I whispered, my eyes on the road.

I felt Cades gaze on me. “How do you know what bad looks like Gwen?” He asked, his voice low and gentle.

I ignored him and looked out my window, wishing I hadn’t said anything, but I couldn’t help it, Cade was already consuming me, its like I didn’t have control when I was with him. He seemed to be able to make me say anything, do anything. I needed to get that control back.

“Gwen.” He said my name firmly, demanding attention. I turned my head to stare at him. “I just do.” I didn’t elaborate.

“That ain’t an answer baby.” His eyes were locked on mine. I wondered how long he could drive like that.

I held his eyes. “Its all you’re getting baby.” I mimicked his tone, sarcastically.

His eyes went back to the road. “For now.” He muttered under his breath.

We finally got to my house, the rest of the ride had been silent. As he pulled into my driveway I got all my stuff together, ready to jump out of the truck, dash to my door and lock any and all men out for the rest of eternity. But bad ass alpha bikers have the sixth sense, he grabbed my arm, firmly but not enough to hurt.

“Not so fast baby.” He moved his hands to frame my face, pulling me forward and kissed me so intensely I momentarily lost all coherent thought. He drew back, not too far, hands still on either side of my head.

“Got shit to do babe, don’t know how long its going to take, but I when I’m done we gonna talk. About how you know bout kinds of bad, why you go as white as a f*ckin ghost when men wearing cuts get within five feet of you.” His icy grey gaze, looked determined. Shit.

Rage started to boil up within me, how in the f*ck does he think after sleeping with me once he has the right to order me to tell him anything? I opened my mouth to tell him to go and f*ck himself but paused. I had been fighting him, cursing at him since this whole thing began, and look where it got me, screwed in more ways than one. And only one way I liked. Did I not read enough romances to know that the badass alpha males liked the sassy women who threw attitude? They liked the challenge. I decided to play this a little differently. I leaned into Cade, who was still holding my head and touched my lips lightly to his.