Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(42)

“Bloody hell Gwen, cool it, I’m as tough as an ox, you know that.”

I sniffled, letting out a little laugh.

“Anyway, how are you is the more important question?” He asked with concern. “You settling into your new town alright? Managing everything okay?”

“Yeah Ian, everything’s fine. Great actually.” I told him with a smile in my voice. “This town is perfect, I wish you could see it. Kind of reminds me of home. I just know you’d love it.”

“Well baby sis, was going to surprise you but f*ck it. I’ve got leave coming up, just for a few days, and we are currently closer to the U S of A than NZ so I’ll be coming to stay with you for a couple of nights.”

I squealed, yes a full on girl squeal. Loud. I jumped to my feet and bounced up and down like a little kid.

“Ohmigod!” I shouted, smiling wide at Cade who appeared in the doorway, arms crossed.

“Jesus babe, lucky I don’t have neighbors.” He grumbled, scowling at my phone, no doubt pissed off I didn’t obey his orders. I scowled back, shushing him with my finger.

Ian who was laughing at my reaction, stopped abruptly,

“Who’s that Ace?” He asked, voice hard.

He’s very protective of me, with good reason, and I blanched a bit thinking of how the hell I was going to handle his reaction to Cade. And there was definitely going to be a reaction. After seeing his sister almost die at the hands of one biker, I didn’t think he’ll be too impressed I was with another one.

“Who?” I asked innocently.

“The f*ckin man in the background.” My brother’s voice had turned hard.

“There’s no one, just the TV, sorry” I lied, hating lying to my brother, hating the scorching look Cade was directing at me.

“You’re lying sis, but I got to go.” He said, sounding pissed. “I will be there in a couple of weeks, call you when I get to the States. Take care of yourself, Love you.”

“See you then Ian. Love you.” I rang off and was immediately confronted by one unhappy biker.

“What the f*ck was that babe? Who is Ian? And why in f*cks name did you lie?” He asked, voice menacing.

I stared at him, and couldn’t help but smile, rushing into his arms. He caught me, not expecting it though so he went back on one foot.

“Ian’s coming for a visit in two weeks!” I sang, ignoring the grumpy look on his face I kissed him.

“Want to tell me who Ian is babe?” He clipped, still unhappy.

I stared at him confused, and realized I hadn’t told him about Ian. I forgot that we hardly knew each other, because it felt so right between us. I hopped down, but Cade kept his hands firmly around my waist, face close to mine.

I smiled up at him, giddy with excitement, even in the face of his mood.

“Ian’s my big brother!” I watched as his face changed, but he still seemed pissed, so I elaborated.

“Ian’s in the army, not like run of the mill, but Navy Seal type shit. Or the NZ equivalent.” I waved my hand. “Anyway I don’t know exactly what he does, I know its dangerous, I know I never hear from him, hardly ever see him and I miss him like crazy! Worry about him everyday.”

Cades face softened a bit.

“Can’t tell you how good it was to hear his voice, I haven’t seen him in a year, he managed to get to New York while I was in hospital.” Tears welled in my eyes, I shook my head, forcing myself to think happy thoughts.

“Anyway that doesn’t matter cause I get to see him next week!” I chanted, whipping out of Cades arms and darting into the kitchen.

I plonked myself on the counter where I saw Cade had set down two plates of food. I sat in front of the smaller one, obviously meant for me. I reached down for my toast, when Cades arm snatched my wrist and he turned the stool around to get in my space.

“Real happy for you babe, don’t get me wrong, glad you get to see your brother, since you obviously love him and have been worried. But you haven’t answered my question.” His face was close to mine.

“What question?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“Why did you lie to him, he obviously heard my voice, why didn’t you tell him you had a man?” Cade sounded seriously ticked.

I bit my lip, unsure of how to approach this. Cade reached in and grabbed my lip.

“Don’t try and distract me baby.”

“I wasn’t!” I protested, but he kept glaring at me, I rolled my eyes feeling mildly irritated at this intense man.

“Well we are new and I don’t really no what we are. Plus I didn’t really want to tell my big brother, who saw me lying in a hospital bed half dead at the hands of my biker ex, that I was currently involved with another biker.” I explained, trying to be gentle. The look on Cades face says I haven’t been.

“I ain’t him babe, nothing like him. I would never f*cking hurt you! I would take a bullet rather than hurt you.” He growled. “As to what we are you f*cking know, you f*cking know your mine, my Old Lady.” I sat back feeling winded. I didn’t know he thought of me as his Old Lady that was serious. He didn’t feel the love at this moment though.

“And I’m getting f*ckin sick of you pigeonholing me into your biker stereotype.” He finished, snatching his plate then storming through the kitchen and out the French doors.