Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(87)



Lucky nodded tightly, starting to the house. He stopped in front of me, stroking my cheek softly before continuing.

Cade opened the passenger door, depositing me carefully on the seat before buckling me up. Our eyes locked for a beat, something passing from him I didn’t entirely understand, but something important. I didn’t get long to scrutinize it as he closed my door and rounded the car. He took off quickly, weaving through the streets at speed.

“Where are we?” I whispered, trying to find a familiar landmark.

“Barnett, next town over.” He replied, eyes focused on the road.

That would make sense as to why I didn’t recognize where we were.

Silence descended as we left the town behind, the road looking all but abandoned. I felt overwhelmed, but numb at the same time, my brain not being able to handle all of the crazy shit that had just happened. My face was hurting like a mother f*cker, not to mention my ribs which felt like they were on fire. I gingerly touched my lip, wincing at the pain that erupted.

Cade must’ve seen this because he slammed on his breaks and pulled off the road. He was out of the car and by my side at lightening speed before unbuckling me and turning my body to face him. He lightly touched my face, eyes hard.

“You hurt anywhere else?” He asked evenly, voice flat.

I gulped and glanced down at my torso, not being fooled by his flat tone, I knew he was barely restraining his fury but he would see my ribs sooner or later. His eyes followed mine and he lifted the edge of Brocks tee up to expose my ribs. I heard his hiss of breath as his eyes encountered the purplish bruise already forming. His stare came level with mine, eyes glittering with caged fury.

“They touch you?” He managed to grind out, I knew how much he feared the answer, looking like he was barely holding on.

I clasped my hands around his neck, pulling him between my legs.

“He didn’t touch me, you got there in time. I knew you would.” I spoke softy.

His eyes focused on my lip, the bruise that I knew was already forming on my cheekbone, his huge palm spanned my ribbed touch feather light.

“I didn’t get there in time, the f*cker put his hands on you. Had you hanging off the f*cking ceiling in your underwear.” His voice was almost a snarl. “He marked you. You’re hurt.”

“You don’t get it Cade, I knew you would come. I have been in that situation before, and I was paralyzed with fear last time…” Cades eyes became midnight at my words, body stiff. I tightened my grip on his neck. “This time I wasn’t paralyzed with fear, I didn’t feel hopeless. Because I knew you would come for me.” My voice was fierce.

Cade stared at me for a second, as if he was mentally pulling himself together. He closed his eyes then plastered my body into his, my butt left the seat and I had no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. He held me tight, face in my hair.

“Fuck baby, when I got that call you’d been taken. Christ, I never want to relive that moment as long as I f*cken live. You were gone for four hours, longest four hours of my life. Knew the boys were one step away from locking me down, but I couldn’t have that. I knew how terrified you would’ve been, not knowing what was happening to you, the way we left things. I walked through that door, not knowing what I was going to find, but if you hadn’t been whole baby, I would be Bull, breathing, existing, but not living.” He pulled his head back, resting his forehead on mine. “Need you Gwen, like I need air. This life is f*cked, it ain’t what you deserve, but I am going to clean this shit up now. It will never touch you again.” His voice was firm, resolved and I believed him.

“I can’t promise you I’m going to be a choirboy, that’ll never be me. But I am getting the club away from any kind of business that could get you hurt, cause I am never putting you in danger again for as long as I f*cken live. And I intend that to be a good long while, so I can make my life with you, put a ring on your finger, my babies in your belly.”

My breath left me in a whoosh, this was a shit ton of information to take in at one go. Babies? Marriage? I had never even considered this, my life having been focused on my career, my friends. Now I had this declaration on the side of the road after being kidnapped and beaten, this day was definitely crazy. I gazed into Cades eyes, not knowing how to reply but somehow knowing I wanted all of that with him. I didn’t know what to say so I kissed him. He complied for a moment before gently pulling away.

“Gwen your lip, I’ll hurt you.” He sounded conflicted, I could see the desire in his eyes, the same need that I had to be close to him, to connect with him.

“I don’t care.” I whispered against his mouth, resuming the kiss. His reservations forgotten, Cade attacked my mouth with a ferocity that I had never experienced. It was beyond a kiss, it was a promise, a claim. I ignored the pain in my lip he pushed me back against the car, mouth never leaving mine. I felt his hardness pressing up against me and I moaned, wrapping myself against him even tighter.

Cade stopped the kiss, eyes on mine. “Jesus Gwen, f*ck.” He shook his head slightly, as if he was trying to get his head straight.

“As much as I would love to get inside you, I am not doing it on the side of a road, with you hurt, we need to get you to a hospital.”

I gave a little mew of protest as he deposited me back in my seat, he smiled, it was tight and his eyes were stormy but it was a smile.

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