Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(86)

Fuck, this situation was all too familiar, I felt terrified beyond belief. I took a breath. No, this time I had someone who would come for me. Cade would come for me. Scary guy stood so close to me I could smell his rancid breath. He stroked my cheek and I flinched away, trying to stay balanced even though my wrists were burning and my legs felt like jelly.

“Don’t know how Cade landed a high class piece like you, can’t wait to find out what you taste like.” He drawled and I felt my stomach lurch as he ran a hand down my torso.

“Well basic hygiene was a start, you seriously need a tic tac.” I replied sarcastically with false confidence.

He glared at me, pulling my torso flush towards his, so I could feel his erection.

“You’re not going to be so smart after I’m done with you bitch. Although I do hope you have a little more fight than the last one, the fun was over far too quickly for our liking.” He leaned in and licked my cheek.

Bile rose up in my throat and I struggled not to throw up. Fire ran through my veins as I realized he was talking about Laurie. This is the man that killed that poor girl, the man that almost killed Bull and scarred the club. The f*cker. Fury replaced my terror, fury at this disgusting excuse for a human, someone who thought he had the right to hurt people, to ruin lives. I brought my knee up to connect with his crotch with as much force as possible. He doubled over, grunting in pain.

“Get your filthy hands off me you piece of scum.” I hissed, relishing in the fact I caused that sick man pain.

He straightened and without me realizing it was happening, his fist connected with my face. My head cracked to the side and pain pulsed through my skull.

“You bitch!” He snarled, punching me again and I felt my lip split. My eyes watered, but I’d had worse than this, I could handle this. I spat out some blood that had been flooding into my mouth.

“That the best you can do you *? My grandmother hits harder than that.” I smiled at him and watched as his tattooed face turned red.

I was prepared for the next punch that landed at my ribs, but the pain still surprised me. I hope he hadn’t cracked a rib, those take ages to heal. I was forced to stay upright, my binds making me unable to fall. My ribs were on fire, but I didn’t let it show.

He smiled, the same smile he gave me back at the store before turning his back to me.

“You obviously have some problems learning when to shut the f*ck up, don’t worry I’ll teach you, and I’ll enjoy it too.” He turned, holding a very scary looking pair of pliers.

“Maybe I’ll start by ripping some teeth out, then you won’t be so inclined to mouth off.” His voice was ice and I began to tremble. Shit, this is bad. This guy was obviously a psychopath by the looks of those bloody pliers he has done this before. Before he could take another step towards me, all hell broke loose.

The doors, which must’ve lead into a house crashed open and the two goons who had been quietly watching pulled guns. The sound of gunfire rang in my ears and I saw the two men go down. I watched in horror as Scary guy pulled a gun and started shooting at the door where Bull, Brock and Cade were standing, guns drawn. Scary guy was standing in front of me, which I guessed was why none of them shot back, in fear of missing him and hitting me. Instead, Bull rushed forward, in the path of bullets and tackled my would be torturer to the ground. He wrestled the gun out of his hands and commenced in beating the shit out of him. Cade appeared in front of me taking my scantily clad body and battered face in with a mask of fury and concern. Quick as anything his face changed and he gazed at me with an expression so gentle I almost cried. Yes this is what made me cry, not the man who had just punched me in the face and was about to pull put my teeth. I was so weird.

“I’m going to get you down okay baby.” He murmured in a voice so soft it was hard to believe he had possibly killed two men.

He reached up with a long knife and cut me free of the rope holding me to the ceiling. I collapsed into his arms, unable to hold my weight. His arms circled around me, holding me tight. Brock appeared in front of us, shrugging off his cut then his shirt, handing it to Cade who grunted thanks.

“Arms up baby.” Cade ordered quietly.

I obeyed silently and he pulled the shirt over my head covering me. He cupped my neck with his hands, face thunder looking at my no doubt battered face. He gathered me in his arms and glanced at Brock.

“I’m getting Gwen out of here.” Cade grunted.

Brock just nodded.

“You two on cleanup, the boys are on their way.” He barked, before striding towards the door. I regarded the bloody scene clinically, none of it sinking in.

Brock gave Cade a hard look, then directed a softer one at me.

That was all I saw before Cade took us through a dirty house and out onto the street. We were in a seriously dodgy neighborhood, nowhere that looked familiar, and I wondered where the hell these bastards had taken me. I didn’t have much time to contemplate this as an SUV screeched in front of us at the curb. I jumped for a moment, thinking it was more of the Spiders.

“Its okay baby it’s the Lucky.” Cade told me quietly.

Lucky jumped out of the drivers seat and hissed when he saw me, his normally carefree face marred with fury.

“Those f*ckers dead?” He barked at Cade, his voice almost feral.

“Yep.” Cade clipped. “You take my bike, I’ll take Gwen in the cage.”