Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(90)
“As for the explosion, that is not our jurisdiction, but the Sheriff over in Barnett is a buddy of mine. They have other suspects, who are not Mr Fletcher or any of his associates, as they all have alibis. I suggest you shut your mouth on that matter.”
Holy crap. This so sounded like the Sheriff was on the Sons’s payroll. Luke got to his feet, looking murderous.
“You’ve got to be shitting me, you know this was them? Jesus are you seriously protecting these criminals?”
The Sheriff’s gaze turned dangerous, a quick change from the impassive look on his face moments before. “You watch what you’re saying son, and remember who you are talking to. Stand down before I lose my temper.” The Sheriff ordered quietly.
Luke was quietly seething but he didn’t say a word, just held himself stiffly for a moment before turning to Cade and I. He glared at Cade but when he turned to me his fury had all but disappeared, a tender gaze looking more at home on his handsome face.
“I’m glad you are safe Gwen, I was worried sick. We will have lunch again this week if you are feeling up to it.” He delivered that parting shot before turning and walking out the door.
Shit. I hadn’t told Cade about the lunches I shared with Luke on a semi regular basis. I didn’t tell him because I knew he wouldn’t like it (huge understatement, he would lose his shit) and I liked Luke’s company. He was a decent man, and we got along well. My feelings for him were purely platonic and I genuinely wanted us to be friends. Which was hard considering his hatred towards Cade. But we never addressed that leather clad elephant in the room, always steering clear of subjects pertaining to the club. I knew Cade was angry, because his body tightened even more. He gave me a look before standing and shaking the Sheriffs hand.
“Thanks for everything Bill, you have the clubs gratitude.” He sounded respectful, which surprised me.
Bill stared at him. “Don’t need the gratitude just need you to reassure me that no more shit is going to hit my town.” His voice was hard.
“Trust me Bill, clubs looking to move in different directions. After today, you have my word nothing else is hitting Amber.” Cades voice was resolute.
Bill looked at him a beat then nodded. He then focused his attention on me, face soft. “Glad you are okay beautiful. By the sounds of it, this boy got lucky getting you. You take care of yourself.”
I nodded, unable to think of a proper response. I was surprised at the Sheriffs words and I wondered if Luke had been talking about me. Bill gave Cade another nod before seeing himself out. Cade turned back to me, face unreadable.
“Lunch?” He asked quietly.
Rah Row. How was I going to get out of this? My luck seemed to have turned for the day because at that moment the door flew open and a tear streaked Amy ran through it. Her gaze darted around the living room before settling on me, eyes narrowed on my face she strode towards me. Brock entered the room behind her.
“Gwennie! Oh my god. Oh my god.” She threw her arms around me. I tried not to flinch when she squeezed my ribs.
She quickly pushed back and gaped at my face.
“Those f*ckers.” She hissed.
“Amy its okay.” I started softly, but she ignored me.
“Those FUCKERS!” She yelled, and I jumped slightly. “How can this be happening to you again Gwen? You’ve been though enough, Jesus you have been through hell. You almost died at the hands of crazy f*cked up men, now after finally healing some other bastards get their hands on you. Um no. This is not acceptable.” Her voice was in danger of breaking and I watched as she tried to fight the tears that threatened at the corner of her eyes.
“Amy.” I said softly, but she ignored me again. Her eyes found Cade who was standing across from us, arms crossed, face still blank.
“What have you done about this? You going to make sure this isn’t going to happen again? Cause if you don’t, I’m calling my father and he is going to send his jet to come and take us away to an island far away where there is no men within miles. Actually f*ck that I’m calling him now.” She unearthed her phone and began furiously swiping at the screen. Cades face was no longer blank, he uncrossed his arms and opened his mouth.
“Babe, cool it. It’s sorted. Put the f*cking phone down and chill the f*ck out.” Brock ordered, cutting Cade off and coming closer.
This was a surprise, I didn’t even expect him to arrive with Amy much less be speaking to her. I didn’t have much time to think on this though.
Amy whirled on him. “Cool it?” She uttered dangerously, glaring at Brock.
“Cool it?” She repeated, voice shrill. “Are you f*cking kidding me? Did you see Gwen lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to monitors, on life support? No. Did you listen to a doctor say she might never wake up? No. Did you sit by her bed for almost two weeks, waiting thinking over and over how you could’ve stopped this, seen the signs, maybe saved her from the horror she endured? No you didn’t! I did.” Tears streamed down her face. I made to put my arms around her, soothe her. I had never seen Amy like this. Brock bet me to it. He gathered her up putting his arms around her, stroking her hair and kissing her head. I expected her to fight him, push him away. But she didn’t she burrowed into his neck, hands clutching his tee. I watched in fascination as Brocks usually hard glare softened into something so tender it made my heart melt, just a little. He lifted her up, and without a word carried her out of the room.