Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(83)

“Why can’t you just do as I f*cking say? No arguments.” He hissed, eyes dark.

I didn’t recognize his face with this much anger directed at me.

“Get your hands off me.” I managed to wheeze out, as I tried to push his iron chest.

Cade glanced down at his hand with disgust and immediately released me, taking two steps back. I rubbed my neck trying to get my breathing steady. I glanced up at him, unable to fathom what just happened. Cade’s face was marred with regret. I straightened, reaching over and grabbed my bag and phone. Cade stayed frozen, looking down at his hands as if he is unable to believe what they have just done.

“I’m going, you can’t keep me prisoner here. I have a life to live.” I said quietly but firmly, looking at him with determination in my eyes.

He lifted his head, his face blank. “I’ll put Skeet and Rosco on you. You are not to leave their sights.” His voice was low, dead.

I nodded and walked quietly to the door, unable to be in the room anymore. He didn’t say a word as I exited.

“Come on Amy lets blow this popsicle stand.” I called through Brocks door, surprised she wasn’t sitting at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me to exit.

The door flew open and an angry looking Brock stormed past, giving me a stiff chin lift. Amy followed him out, flipping the bird to his back.

“Asshole.” She muttered.

“Bitch.” I heard him yell over his shoulder.

Despite my somber mood I couldn’t help but be a bit amused, even if I still didn’t know what was going on with Amy and my brother.

“Whoa what’s going on there?” I teased playfully.

Amy glared at me. “Don’t. Even. Ask.”

I guessed everyone’s day is starting off like shit. We made it to the common room and see Skeet and Rosco waiting for us.

“Ready to go ladies?” Rosco asked politely.

I gave him a proper look, he wasn’t bad looking, ripped of course but that seemed to be a requirement for being in the club. He kind of reminded me of some of the sleazy Italian guys back in New York. Slicked back black hair shining with grease, a gold chain around his neck and dark pronounced features. Not my cup of tea, but nothing to sneeze at. Skeet was a bit smaller, still built but leaner, more of a runners body. He wore slim black pants and a tight wife beater under his cut making him look even slimmer. He had amazing curls which contrasted his harsh face, scarred in a permanent grimace with a line going from his eyebrow to mouth. I wonder how he got that.

“What the f*ck is this?” Amy hissed, gesturing to the men.

I gave her a look, telling her to reign it in.

“Cade wouldn’t let us leave without babysitters.” She opened her mouth to protest.

“No complaining lets just get out of here.” I nodded to the men and we walked out to my car. Luckily I was aloud my car, the guys were going to follow behind. As we got in, I caught a glimpse of Cade sitting on his bike. I felt his stare burning into me but I quickly got in the car avoiding his gaze.

“Uh oh trouble in paradise?” Amy asked, catching the exchange.

I reversed, resisting the urge to hit his stupid motorbike, and sped off out the gate.

I glanced at Amy over my sunglasses. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours?”

She laughed. “Biker men are *s, no way I am breathing Brocks air if I can help it. There’s nothing to tell” She lied, inspecting her manicure.

“Bullshit. There is definitely something going on. Does that mean you and Ian are over?” I was hoping to finally get something out of her.

She sighed, looking out the window.

“We were never even properly together, I don’t know what to think. I finally start getting over him, with someone that drives me crazy and is a polar opposite. Then he comes back f*cking my head up then dropping a bomb that he’s quitting the army. I can’t deal, its too much to handle. I told him we’d talk when he came home, if he really is leaving, but I don’t know if I can do it Gwennie.”

I gave her a look filled with sympathy, she really was in a prick of a situation. I loved my brother and didn’t want him getting hurt, but there was so much in play here, especially adding Brock in the mix, the waters were definitely muddy.

She gave me a sideways glance. “I feel weird talking to you about this, there’s nothing going on so can we just drop it?” She pleaded.

I didn’t believe her but I nodded.

“I’m always here if you need me though Abrams.”

She smiled. “I know, now are you going to tell me what’s going on between you and your delicious man?”

“Not a chance in hell. Lets just forget about men for the day okay?” I asked, as if it was even possible.

“Best suggestion I’ve heard in ages.” Amy replied.

The day passed by quickly, there was no more creepy deliveries or car bombs or drive bys or anything dramatic. Although I was jumpy for most of the day, convinced a spider would crawl out of somewhere. We tried to keep the incident quiet, but this was a small town and the cat was out of the bag. Or the spider was out of the box. I thought it would keep people away but it had the opposite effect. Everyone stopped by to see if I was okay and get their fill of the towns latest gossip. I expected more anger at the club for bringing this kind of thing into town but everyone spoke reasonably highly of the club, talking about how they organized charity runs and helped fund the children’s center down the road.