Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(49)

Cade sensed my anger and drew back, gray eyes intense.“Babe?”

I mentally shook myself, knowing I had to act normal, I wouldn’t put it past him to lock me in here if he knew I wanted to leave.

I stroked his cheek. “Go to Bull honey,” I whispered. “He needs you.”

Cade frowned, knowing something wasn’t right but I could feel his concern for his brother.

“Okay Gwen, but I want you naked in my bed when I get back.” He commanded.

“And after I f*ck you, you are going to tell me how you knew about Bull.”

I barely restrained an eye roll him ordering me about came to naturally.

“Okay Cade.”

He stayed rooted to his spot, not taking his concentrated gaze off me.

“Go.” I urged, pushing him away from me.

He nodded sharply, walking towards the door, he turned, hand on the doorknob.

“Lock this behind me baby. The party might get a little out of control, and with the boys from other charters here, don’t want someone stumbling in here by mistake.” He waited for my nod before leaving.

I heard his pause so I walked over to the door, clicking the lock in place. Only then did I hear his footsteps leave. I slowly sank down onto the floor, hands in my face, feeling like shit. Firstly, telling Bull about my suicide attempt was hard. No one knew. Except Alex. Somehow that strong macho man saw what was coming and stopped me from ending my life. I was forever grateful for that. He still called me almost every day to make sure I was coping. The only way he wouldn’t tell anyone was if I agreed to therapy, and I did, even had Skype sessions since I had been here.

And secondly, even though I was trying hard to deny it to myself, I really liked Cade, felt it down to my core. And it hurt like hell that he just went and f*cked some slut, with me outside, drinking with his brothers and his sister. My breath hitched a little as I cried through my silent pity party.

“Pull yourself together Gwen.” I commanded myself.

I pushed off the floor, taking a deep breath and grabbed my purse, which Cade had thrown on the bed. I picked it up, slowly unlocking the door and peeked out. I could still hear the dull rumble of music and voices, but upstairs seemed quiet. I slipped out, slowly making my way down the stairs, trying not to listen too hard at the goings on. I made it through the hallway, now the tricky part, how the heck was I going to make it through the huge party area full of people? The room was relatively dark, I guessed people were using it to get lucky in lieu of beds, so I crept past unnoticed. I slipped out the front door and into the shadows, away from the party, to Amy’s car, which was thankfully parked out of the way.

I sighed a huge sigh of relief once I was in. But shit. The compound gates! How was I meant to get out? Did I have to have some codeword or secret handshake?

“Darn it!” I whispered angrily, smacking my hands on the steering wheel. Out of the corner of my eye I saw headlights of a couple of motorcycles heading towards the gate. Yes! Luck was on my side. I quickly pulled the car out and followed the bikes out of the now open gate and into the night.



Faces. Blood. So much blood. A mans head exploding in my face, I felt of pieces of brains on my cheek. Pain. So much of it, Jimmy’s face, yanking my legs apart, laying atop my broken body. There is no one here to save me, the knife against my neck, leering eyes watching the life seep from me. I screamed, scream for help until my throat is raw.

Suddenly someone was shaking me, light flashed in my face. What’s going on?

I blinked, disorientated for a second. Cades worried and angry face filled my vision.

“Gwen. What the f*ck?” He demanded, concern in his voice. I was still confused, I’m in my bed, it was still dark outside. Wait how did he get in here? I glanced down and saw a gun in his hands. This was a lot to take in.

“Why do you have a gun?” I asked, one of the many questions I had, but half asleep that is what I deigned most important. Cades expression turned stormy.

“Well after finding an empty bed, and Amy’s car gone I came here, to hear you screaming bloody f*cking murder. Wasn’t coming in unarmed. What the f*ck was that Gwen?” He bit out.

I sat up in bed and he sat on the side, arms crossed.

“Nothing.” I mumbled, slightly embarrassed. “Just a nightmare.”

“Didn’t sound like any f*ckin nightmare.” He growled, his face softened and stroked my face. “Baby.” Is all he whispers, I saw concern on his rugged face.

I ignored this. “What are you doing here?” I snapped, now that I was a bit more awake my sass came back, so did my anger.

Cade glared at me. Obviously I was not the only angry one.

“Well like I said Gwen, got kind of f*cking worried coming back to an empty bed, with no explanation as to where you were. Especially after all the shit with Bull.”

I forgot my anger a second and laid my hand on his arm.

“Is Bull okay?” I asked with concern.

I watched as Cades eyes hardened even more, he obviously upset about his brother didn’t want to show weakness.

“No.” He clipped. “We’ve got him on watch until we can sort something. He’s alive though. Thanks to you.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, party to hide my skimpy nightie, I watched as Cades hungry eyes zeroed in.

“I’m glad to hear that he is still breathing at least.” I whispered sadly. “You need to leave.” I spat at Cade remembering myself.