Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(85)
I found it hard to find sleep, not having Cade next to me and not wanting this to be permanent, and then questioning myself for yearning for Cade. I finally drifted off, into a restless slumber, waking up and reaching for Cade. Sometime during the night I woke yet again, but this time I had firm arms wrapped around me and I was tucked into Cades chest. I looked up at him, groggy, trying to decide whether I was dreaming or not. He must have sensed my gaze because his arms tightened. “Sleep baby.” His voice was rough.
Still half asleep I burrowed back into him, trying to get as close as I could. “I love you Cade.” I whispered, feeling his body go tight around me, I drifted off before he could reply.
I woke to an empty bed, I looked around, and deduced I was alone. Had I dreamt him? I sighed, trying to gather my thoughts and figure out the disaster that seemed to be my life. I felt sick about the way things were with Cade, he was out doing god knows what, obviously in danger and things were weird with us. I didn’t want that, no matter how out of hand things got yesterday, I couldn’t be without him. Period. If that made me a stupid woman who was blinded by love, then I guess I had better get used to those rose tinted glasses, cause I wasn’t going to bolt and spend the rest of my life wondering what if. Yeah a sensible man that wore a suit to work and had zero risk of coming home riddled with bullets was probably the best option. But that wasn’t me, unfortunately I wasn’t sensible. I did crazy shit, I needed a man that could handle that, handle me. And I needed Cade like I needed Chanel, so I would work something out. On that thought, my phone rang I reached to the nightstand glanced at the display and answered.
“Hey Mum.” I greeted, happy to hear from my mother.
“Hi there sweetheart, not catching you at a bad time am I?”
I sat up in bed, leaning against the headboard. “No I just woke up.”
“Oh that’s good dear, how are you? How’s Amy? How is your brother? Gosh I miss him, hardly ever hear from him. The day he retires from the Army will be the day I sleep sounder.” She stated, sounding emotional, after her quick-fire questions.
I sighed and set out to quell my mother’s worry if that was humanely possible.
After a long conversation and a quick talk with my father who was a man of few words I rung off, feeling emotionally lighter. Talking with my family somehow made me feel better, even if I hadn’t told them what’s going on.
“I think I’m ready for a beer. Or five. And I need to sleep in my own bed, how long is this lockdown shit going to last? My patience is like worn the f*ck out.” Amy complained collapsing on the couch at the store. It had been another busy day, and we were exhausted. I looked up from counting the till with sympathy.
“I feel you sister. There is only so much time a girl can spend in a biker clubhouse especially with limited wardrobe options.” I sighed, thinking of my walk in back home.
“If we don’t get this shit sorted by tonight I am going to hunt down these f*ckers and give them a beat down.” I declared, feeling feisty.
This earned a snort from one of the prospects, who had pulled babysitting duty for the day. I glared at him, not for the first time. I didn’t like him, at all. He leered at Amy all day, as well as anything walking into the store wearing a skirt. He had a shaved head, beady eyes and a gross goatee that made him look like a sleazebag, which by his actions today was a right assumption. He had ignored my glare to take a phone call.
Amy met my eyes.
“Before we beat down any rival gangbangers, can we start with him?” She asked pointing her eyes in Taylor’s direction, who was currently outside talking heatedly with someone.
“He is seriously sleazy, his beady little eyes have been creeping me out all day.”
“You and me both.” I replied, gathering up the cash I had counted. “I’ll go put this in the safe then we will get to those beers.” I called over my shoulder walking out the back. I started towards my office, then noticed the back door which lead to the back alleyway was open. Something settled in my gut. I didn’t leave that open, in fact it had been locked. Shit. I turned to call to Amy and I came face to face with the scariest looking guy I have ever seen. Tattoos, everywhere, even on his face and a distinct spider crawling up his neck. I had never seen someone with tattoos pretty much covering his entire face, they were meant to intimidate, and by the look on his face, this guy definitely meant me harm. I dropped the cash, opening my mouth to scream as well as preparing to kick him in the nuts. None of this happened however, the goon just smiled holding something up to my neck, and then everything went black.
Chapter 14
I woke up slowly, feeling groggy and confused. It took me a moment to remember what happened, and another second to realize I was tied up. My hands were bound over my head and I was somehow hanging off the ceiling, my feet barely touching the ground. I also realized that my dress had been taken off and I was clad only in my bra and underwear. Panic begun to set in, and memories started flooding back to the last time I had all my power taken away from me. It took all of my effort not to hyperventilate. I slowly lifted my head to survey my surroundings. I was in a garage by the looks of it, a tool bench was directly across from me, scary looking instruments are scattered atop of it and I gulped seeing what looked like dried blood on them.
“I see the princess has awoken.” Scary man strolled into my vision and a couple of equally scary guys stood behind him, arms crossed glaring at me.