Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(74)

“With all due respect, you don’t have a god damn idea what I can and can’t handle. I’m here to stay, so you can give up on your scare tactic bullshit. You ain’t getting rid of me that easy.” I replied, voice hard and confident.

She arched a well manicured eyebrow, looking me up and down.

“Well shit, the little princess has a backbone.” She sounded almost impressed.

“Evie.” She held out her hand. I took it.

“Gwen.”

“Well Gwen, you’re not what I expected, but you do anything to f*ck with the club, I’ll rip your head off.” She told me conversationally.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I replied dryly.

She smirked at me. “Lets get a drink, I got mimosas in the kitchen, that’s if the Sweetbutts haven’t been sneaking any. Which they wouldn’t if they knew what was good for them.”

She seized my arm and pulled me towards the kitchen. I guessed Queen Biker approved of me, and it would be rude to say no to a Mimosa.

We entered the kitchen and to my surprise, Steg was leaning against the counter. My stomach dropped, I so did not like this man, but I had to make in effort and I couldn’t be disrespectful.

I smiled at him, head held high. He gave me a chin lift “Gwen” He murmured, voice rough.

Evie sidled up to him, stroking his chest. “Baby what you doin in the kitchen? One of the Sweetbutts could’ve got you whatever you needed.” She purred.

Steg rubbed her ass, eyes on me, I struggled not to squirm under his gaze.

“Nar sunshine, was after a word with Gwen. Knew you’d bring her in here for you stash.” He gave Evie a look and without a word she nodded.

“See yah outside sweetheart.” She kissed him, then strutted out the door.

I gulped, feeling mighty uncomfortable being alone with this man, but still not wanting to show it. Steg gazed at me a sec then gestured to a small table with some chairs.

“Sit, Gwen. This won’t take a sec.” It didn’t escape me that this was not a question. I sat down, palms sweating, I couldn’t shake the first impression that I had of this guy. Steg sat across from me, hands clasped in front of him smiling big at me.

“So I just thought we could have a chat, since we weren’t properly introduced when we last crossed paths.” He leaned back in his chair, reminding me of some sort of sleazy businessman.

I didn’t know what to say so I just nodded, he took this as a cue to continue.

“I’ll admit Gwen, first impression, thought you were just Cade’s latest piece. Thought he might’ve wanted a taste of some high class *. But by the looks of it my VP has it bad for that *.” His tone was official, which totally contradicted the crudeness of his words.

I gritted my teeth. “If what you mean is Cade and I are serious about each other, we are.”

He smiled again, like some sort of predator; I would say it was more a show of teeth than a smile, but whatever.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m trying to say. I just wanted to get a few things straight.” He leaned back in now, eyes focused on mine.

“Firstly I wanted to thank you for what you did for Bull, you tipping Cade off saved a brothers life. The club owes you for that.”

I inspected my hands, feeling uncomfortable.

“It was nothing, I don’t expect anything in return.” I murmured.

“No, but that’s the way our world works, you saved a member. That’s a big deal, accept it.” He commanded.

I smiled tightly and nodded.

“Secondly, I get that a woman like you might not be entirely comfortable with our way of life, which means this will rub off on Cade, put some ideas in his head. That is not happening. I’m not having some piece of ass f*cking with my club, so you got any problems with what you see or hear, you don’t say a word, you f*cking pack that tight ass back to the city.” Steg’s tone brokered no argument, it was not cruel exactly but firm. But the way he was ordering me around, trying to delve into my relationship pissed me right off, my anger seemed to outweigh my intimidation of this man. I stood, my chair squeaking as I pushed it back.

“I don’t think you have any right to command me how to act within my relationship, especially since you don’t know me worth a damn. Cade loves this club, I would never f*ck with that. He makes his own choices and I’m sure as shit not going to be some whiny girlfriend who nags him 24/7. If you tried to get to know me before spouting out this crap you might have figured that out.”

Steg arched an eyebrow, and gave me a dangerous look.

“Since your new to the club, and what you did for Bull I’ll give you a pass for that little outburst.” He stood and slowly stepped towards me, getting close enough that I felt his breath on my face. I refused to step back, jutting my chin and meeting those cold expressionless eyes.

“You are an Old Lady, which means you are off limits to the boys and we give you some form of respect.” He paused, “But you ever talk to the f*cking President of this charter like that again, you’ll wish you didn’t.”

He didn’t say another word, just tagged a beer and walked out. I let out a breath that I didn’t realize I was holding. Fuck, well he just decided to wave his dick around. It was starting to dawn on me how different life in the club was going to be, its like a whole new set of rules, where women were obviously expected to serve food and suck dick. Cade cared for me, obviously. But the burn from the unreturned ‘I love you’ was still scorching the back of my throat.