Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(40)

“What I also didn’t know was police had been looking for Jimmy, for like a long time. He was a very wanted man, top 10 must wanted in America. I didn’t know I thing, I was sleeping with a murderer, a rapist, a sadist. I thought I loved him. I know now I didn’t, that it wasn’t real.” Tears welled up in my eyes and I didn’t let them fall. “I spent one month in the hospital, six more recovering, doing rehab. I tried to go back to work, tried to stay in my city, but I couldn’t. And one day, I found Amber, and it just made sense. This place, it was me I could heal here, forget.” I took a deep breath, needing to get it all out. “That’s why I reacted the way I did when I first saw you, when I saw the guys from the club. They brought up some memories I had associated with bikers. I know now that you’re different, but it was still a world that represented everything I went through.”

I finally got out of my trance and looked up at Cade, realizing something was wrong. He was beyond angry there was no word to describe the sheer rage that was written all over his face.

I laid my hand on his chest and pushed up a bit, “Honey…” I whispered softly.

“Gwen get off me.” He hissed.

I felt the sick feeling in the pit of my gut again, a blow connected with my stomach like I had been physically punched. I didn’t say a word, just crawled off him, defeated. He knifed up, walking to the wall, punching it viciously. I jumped as he put his fist through the plasterboard, dust flying everywhere.

“FUCK!” He bellowed, before putting both hands to his head and looking down at the floor. I watched him cautiously unsure of what to do, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, but I had never seen anyone this angry. Not even Ian, and he saw me bruised and battered and almost dead. I guess maybe he checked it, saw I couldn’t deal. Cade most definitely hadn’t checked it. I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling exposed. I threw on his tee, unsure if this was the right move, but I knew if he told me to leave I’d take this, as a reminder. He sensed my movement, his eyes roamed to me. Something registered, his expression changed and he slowly approached the bed, crouching in front of me. Anger saturated his expression before it softened.

“Baby, I’m not going to hurt you.” He tread carefully, thinking his reaction had set me off.

“I know.” I whispered, eyes locked to his.

His head jerked with surprise. He gently pushed me back on the bed to cover my body with his. He stroked my face tenderly, like I was made of glass.

“This swine, Jimmy, he got a last name?” Cade asked carefully, his quiet tone still shaking with anger.

“Yup.” I said slowly. “O’Fallhan.” I told him on a slight whisper. Something flashed through Cades eyes, something too quick to catch, recognition?

“You know him?” I asked softly.

“No baby.” He said stroking my head. “What prison is he in?”

“Ummm, Attica.” I answered, having memorized all but his prisoner number, needing to know where he was, where he would be for the rest of his miserable life.

“Why?” I added, getting a bad feeling.

“No reason babe, just need to know that f*cker is locked up, or else I would hunt him down and kill him. Still might.” His voice was even, too even, like he didn’t trust himself to raise it.

Cades reaction rattled me, he was obviously really angry, for me. More importantly, it showed how much he cared about me

“No honey, he doesn’t deserve to die.” I stroked his cheek. Cade directed a dangerous look at me. “A man like that, being locked up for the rest of his life, is exactly what he deserves. Death is too easy for him.” I watched as the look on Cades face turned to a sad sort of pride.

“You are the strongest woman I’ve ever met.” Cades mouth descended on mine and he kept me distracted, helping to keep the demons at bay.



I was lying on top of Cade, sated from yet another round of love making, tracing my fingertip over the skin on his left pec. I had never really had the time to inspect his tats up close. And man, they were kick ass. He was covered, but not it stupid, poorly done scribbles, he was a work of art. He had a huge tat, spanning his chest, two doves, one on each side, pulling a script, which read ‘keep the faith’. Then above his left pec, he had intertwined a set of scales, with Peace on one side, Order in the other. His full sleeve started at the top of his neck, with a huge angel, sprawled from his shoulder, spanning his back and arm. His forearm became so thick with tats, I was engrossed discovering them all I actually lifted Cades arm to get a better look. I forgot for a second that he was an actual living, breathing man.

“Like what you see baby?” He growled.

I peeked up through my eyelashes at him.

“Your tats are the shit.” I whispered back, and his eyes got that funny intense look they had when I was wearing his tee.

“You hungry babe?”

“What?” I was thrown at the abrupt change in subject.

“Food? You know the stuff we eat to survive?” He asked deadpan.

I burst out laughing, and didn’t stop for a wee while. I knew Cade was starting to get pissed off when he hauled me up his body and growled. “Babe.”

“Sorry honey, I think that’s the first time you have actually attempted something resembling a joke.” I wheezed, wiping a tear from underneath my eye dramatically. “I decided to savor in it.”