Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(93)
“Vin Diesel is an actor The Rock is a WWE world champion, he is the badass of all badasses.” She proclaimed after giving me a high five for my catch.
“Um have you not seen XXX? Vin kicks some serious ass in that movie, he is like a freaking super hero, not to mention all of the Fast movies.” I retorted.
“Gwen, you do know movies aren’t real right? He didn’t actually battle Columbian drug lords and do all that shit with the cars.” She was talking to me like I was a small child who is slightly slow.
“What do you think WWE is Amy?” I asked in the same tone.
Amy was robbed of her smart retort when I heard a chuckle from the door. My eyes landed on Cade who was leaning with his arms crossed, amusement dancing on his handsome face. Seriously it should be illegal for him to look that hot. He was in head to toe black. Black jeans, tight black tee, black motorcycle boots and his cut. He hadn’t shaved, so his face was rough with stubble, his black hair looking professional messed. He looked delicious and dangerous.
I sighed. “We are both wrong, I think the biggest bad ass of them all is standing in this room. My man could take both of them on and win.” I said dreamily, shamelessly checking him out.
“You aren’t wrong.” Amy breathed, doing the same thing.
Cade ignored us and his gaze settled on the TV.
“What are you watching?” He said frowning.
“Fast and the Furious.” I replied, eyes back on the movie.
He watched for a beat with an eyebrow raised.
“Well it isn’t technically any of the movies, its just all of the fight scenes with the hot guys from all six movies.” I added, eyes on Paul Walker.
Cade didn’t say a word just strode over and picked me up off the couch, throwing me over his shoulder. I squealed as he smacked my ass.
“I’m going to f*ck you so hard you feel me in your throat.” He growled in my ear and I got instantly wet. “Then I’m going to burn that f*ckin DVD.”
The month after my kidnapping has been one of the happiest of my life. Which was weird, you’d think after getting kidnapped and beaten again it would drag me back to battle with some old demons and maybe force me to reconsider my life with Cade. It has done quite the opposite.
Cade had hardly let me out of his sight the entire time, his protective instinct even more intense than normal. If that was humanly possible. I couldn’t say I don’t like it though, because we have been having a lot of sex. I mean a lot. In the store, my bed, his bed, the beach, his bike. The club. At first he was reluctant, treating me like I was made of glass, especially since the bruising on my face got worse before it got better. For the week it took to fade, I would catch Cade staring at my face with a pained expression, knowing he was blaming himself. No matter how hard I tried to tell him otherwise, he was convinced it was his fault. There was no more talk of him leaving me though, he just got down to business.
One thing did come of my kidnapping. The club decided to get out of guns, immediately. Cade had left the morning after I was taken to take a vote at the club. He came back with a black eye, but the vote had passed. Turns out he and Steg had disagreed over the idea and it turned physical. Steg had been forced to pass the vote, as the majority of members wanted to get out. Cade had told me the legit businesses were doing well enough, not to mention the garage itself. He had also mentioned they did some sort of security work but hadn’t elaborated much, which made me infinitely more curious. Amy and I had started a stealth campaign to find out, although we had been foiled at every turn. Turns out they were good at the security thing.
Nevertheless, things with Steg and Cade were tense. Although the last time I had been at the club with fading bruises, Steg had silently kissed my black eye. At this, Cade was so pissed he looked like his jaw was about to shatter. I, on the other hand felt differently. I was beginning to seriously doubt my first impressions of Steg, he was tender with Evie and the kids around the club. But he was also a hardass and I couldn’t shake the feeling there was something bad under the surface, but he seemed to love his family.
The club had overwhelmed me with their show of support the last month, the boys all stopping in on a regular basis. They came and had dinner, not disguising their fury at my injuries, nor their relief at the fact I was still breathing. I saw a lot of them, they were always stopping by the store or the house just to make sure I was handling things okay. The person I saw the most of was Bull. We seemed to have established some sort of connection. I think knowing he was able to save me from the same fate as Laurie healed him slightly. But he would always be broken. He wouldn’t say much, just come and sit with me if I was alone in the store, come for dinner when Cade had to be away. I enjoyed his company though, and tried my hardest to make him laugh at my stupid jokes. He didn’t, but I would keep trying.
I had also found out (to my immense relief) the club wasn’t behind the explosion at the Spiders clubhouse therefore not responsible for the murder of a whole gang. Cade had told me they had more than a few enemies, which included the mob (yes the legit Sopranos type…ekk) who were responsible. I know they were far from good men but I was still firm on my belief that two wrongs didn’t make a right. Which seemed to differ from the clubs version of justice.
Another thing that happened was I finally told everyone in my life about Cade. A thing I had putting off doing partly because I wanted to make sure things were solid with us before declaring my love for him to all my friends and family, but mostly because I was a wuss. It didn’t go exactly as I planned though as I discovered when I rang my mother a few days ago. I sat in my office working up my courage after I had been chatting to my mother about random things for about ten minutes.