Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(99)

I groaned as Rosie and Lucy grinned at me, walking to join Amy.

Ryan linked his arm with mine, following me. “Come on Gwen its just a bit of fun, what trouble could we possibly get into?” He asked innocently.



After two surprisingly good cocktails I hated to admit I was having a great time. This place actually felt like I was in a trendy bar, well one with an almost exclusive male clientele and that had naked women dancing in front of me. The service was good, like previously mentioned the cocktails were great, the company was pretty awesome as well. I was surprised we hadn’t gotten any sleazy advances from guys. I wasn’t being full of myself, it was just we were pretty much the only women in a bar full of guys, and my companions were nothing to sneeze at. Amy looked like she should be modeling for Victoria’s Secret, Lucy looked like a sexy Snow White with her milky skin and black hair, and Rosie looked like a biker goddess.

My thought was interrupted when I felt conversation stop. My head crooked to where all of my friends where glaring, apart from Ryan, he just looked puzzled.

“Well isn’t this pathetic, Cades latest piece resorting to staking out his bar. He dumped you already sweetheart?” A nasally, spiteful voice asked me.

Great just what I needed. Ginger stood at the edge of our table flanked by two equally skanky friends. She had gotten her roots done since the last time I saw her, but was not much of an improvement on the ‘Whore Chic’ look. She had cheap looking extensions in which only made her stringy hair look worse. The faux leather dress she was wearing with a zip running down the whole front should be burnt, as well as the thigh high heeled boots she was wearing.

“You coming in for a job interview sweetheart?” I asked looking her up and down. “I don’t think even a strip club would lower themselves to hire something like you. Maybe Burger King?” I suggested sweetly.

A gaggle of laughter erupted from behind me, and Amy gave me a fist pump.

Gingers face reddened and she narrowed her kohl rimmed eyes at me in a death stare. “Bitch, you are just the flavor of the month, Cade will come back to me, he can’t get enough of my *.” She snarled, stepping closer to me.

“Well aren’t you classy.” Ryan put in, giving her a cold gaze.

She glanced at him, taking in his printed shirt and tan slacks. “Shut up fag, no one asked your opinion.”

Oh no she didn’t. I saw Amy clench her glass and direct a withering glare at the bitch, knowing she was seconds away from throwing said glass at her.

“I suggest you shut your crude mouth and walk away before I catch an STD. Or lose my temper.” I informed Ginger through gritted teeth.

Ginger rolled her eyes, smirking. “Like I’m scared of some townie, I’ll wipe the floor with you bitch.”

I tried to get up, but a hand on my arm stopped me.

“She’s not worth it my darling, what if you rip your Chanel?” Ryan asked me conversationally, glancing at my dress. I was inclined to agree with him until I heard Ginger mutter a word to her friends. A word that was referring to Ryan, a word that made my blood boil.

“She did not just say that.” Lucy declared icily.

Amy and I stood up at the same time, both advancing on the gaggle of skanks. I was closer so I got to Ginger first, not before she reared her fist back trying to punch me. I caught it in my hand and laughed in her face. “Didn’t your Dad ever teach you? You never rear back when trying to hit someone.” I shook my head. “Stupid whore.”

I raised my other hand in a lightening quick move and clocked her in the nose. She went down like a sack of potatoes. Amy and Rosie were taking care of the other two while I knelt down, grabbing Ginger by the hair, avoiding the blood coming out of her nose. I seriously didn’t want that anywhere near my dress.

“The word is African American. I know with your limited brain cells you wouldn’t be able to spell that but I’m sure you can form the words.” I told her evenly.

She glared at me, trying to struggle out of my grasp. “Fuck you.” Her voice was slightly garbled due to her bloody nose.

I gripped her hair and pulled, making her cry out. “Now that wasn’t the apology I was looking for how about we try that again.” I pointed her head to Ryan, who was calmly sipping his cocktail, looking amused.

Ginger kept struggling, and for once kept her mouth firmly shut.

I shook my head. “I’m not letting go until you say the words, or until your cheap extensions give out.” I told her.

She gazed at me like she wanted to scratch my eyes out, her eyes turning to her friends for support. One had run off, and the other had her hands behind her back and Amy hanging onto her, smirking.

She stubbornly stayed silent a moment more before whining. “Fine. I’m sorry.” She glared at Ryan, looking like the words hurt coming out.

I smiled. “That wasn’t so hard now was it? Run along now, I’m sure you have a penicillin shot to take.” I let her go, pushing myself up and dusting my hands on my dress.

Ginger scrambled to her feet, holding her nose, looking like she wanted to lunge at me, but her (obviously more intelligent friend) dragged her away.

“That was like, the highlight of my week Gwen! You rock I didn’t know you had it in you.” Lucy exclaimed eyes wide, smiling from ear to ear.

“Neither did I.” A deep voice agreed from behind me.