Making the Cut (Son's of Templar MC)(45)

Amy waved her hand. "Don't think like that. Men are fuckwits, just give him time."

I made it to the coffee pot and let out a frustrated scream.

"Fuck! No coffee, great." I seriously thought I might cry. On the best  of mornings coffee was the only thing that got me functional for the  day, on this day I needed it hooked up to an IV.

"Chill. Last time I checked they were still making it." Amy said calmly.  "I'll get dressed and go and get us some." She got up, still in her  nightie.

"No don't worry I'll go, I'm dressed." I said. I couldn't sleep last  night so I had got up super early and gone for a run, which was the  reason I was up and dressed so early on a Saturday.

"I'll go to the café and get us something for breakfast too, I'm sure my  brother will need some sustenance if he ever awakes from his coma," I  joked.

Amy sat back down, sipping her coffee and reading the New York times on her iPad. "Good I couldn't be fucked anyway."

After getting not only coffee for me, Amy, and Ian, I also brought half  the cafes pastries and muffins, not knowing what Ian would feel like.  Okay maybe partially so I could eat my feelings. Just as I was pulling  in my driveway, my phone rang. Glancing down, I saw it was Cade. Shit, I  had no idea how to deal with this, so I decided to do the mature adult  thing and ignore the phone call. I managed to get all of our coffees and  treats in one hand, thanks to my waitressing days, just in time for  Cade to call. Again. Crap, I had to answer or he'd go all protective man  crazy and presume I had been kidnapped and was being held for ransom.

I juggled my packages and answered the phone while walking towards the door.

"Hey, can I call you back? I am kind of trying not to drop this precious  liquid they call coffee." I joked, trying to make the mood light, like  he hadn't just broken my heart last night.

"I'm just about at your place now, am stopping by with the boys … " Cade  started, but that's all I heard because when I opened the door I was  assaulted with the sight of Amy and my brother making out. I repeat  making out. He was wearing only boxers, no shirt. Amy was still in her  nightie, which Ian had hitched up to almost her waist. I gasped,  dropping my coffee, momentarily forgetting its life giving qualities.                       
       
           



       

"Oh my god." I said quietly not realizing I was talking into the phone, and not to myself.

Amy and Ian, startled by me dropping the coffee, both gaped at me.

"Baby? Are you okay?!" Cade's voice sounded in my ear but I was too busy processing the scene in front of my to answer.

"OH MY GOD. MY EYES!" I shouted dramatically, Ian gave me a cheeky smile while Amy rushed towards me, looking very guilty.

"Gwen! What the fuck is going on?" I heard Cade yell but hung up, so not wanting to deal with that as well.

I turned deciding to walk back outside, maybe hoping I had opened the  door into a parallel universe and if I walked back in, everything would  be normal. I was such an idiot, how could I not realize? Amy saying she  was in love but making up some vague guy. The way they were acting  around each other. Shit I am a moron, 3rd graders could've figured this  out. I heard the door open again as I paced the front lawn. Amy ran down  the porch, looking more than ruffled, her nightie was haphazardly  pulled down.

"Gwen stop, listen to me. I'm sorry I didn't tell you it's just … "

I turned to her, suddenly angry, directing my anger at her, when I was really pissed at myself for not noticing sooner.

"It's just what Abrams? You have been screwing my brother and lying to  me about it?" I shouted at her. I strode over to her, shoving her in the  chest.

"We never lie to each other. Ever. Jesus, how could you not tell me?" I screeched in her face.

"Gwen. Stop, we can explain." My brother emerged the house, dressed at least.

I held out my hand to him. "Stay out of this Ian, this is a chick thing. You don't have a vagina so you don't understand."

After stumbling a bit from my push, Amy was standing straight looking pissed at me now. She shoved me back, hard.

"Don't push me!" She shouted as I stumbled, almost falling on my ass.

I got in more of a rage and hardly noticed the rumbling of Harley's  racing down the street. I just glared at Amy and tackled her to the  ground sitting on top of her, struggling with her arms.

"It's my brother Amy, do you not think I would've been happy for you two  you stupid idiot?" I yelled in her face, as she wrestled me, rolling us  both over to a mass of arms and legs. She pinched me as I got back on  top of her.

"Ouch! You bitch." I was about to pull her hair when strong arms are  dragged me up. I fought them, watching Ian help Amy to her feet.

"Chill babe, Jesus." Cade whispered in my ear.

I ignored him, instead I focused on my brother and Amy, standing beside each other not touching.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I repeated, this time quieter.

Amy regarded me sadly. "Shit I don't know Gwen, first it was because I  didn't even want to admit how I felt, let alone admit it to you. Then  things got complicated, you got hurt and there was never a right time."

She looked up at me sheepishly, her gaze wandering behind me and her  face paled. I turned, awkwardly as Cade's arms were still around me.  Brock was standing with Bull, Lucky, Dwayne and some other guy I  couldn't remember the name of. They all had amused smirks on their  faces, which made me cringe, knowing what kind of show that had just  witnessed. Well, apart from Brock, his jaw was hard glancing between Ian  and Amy. Oh shit. Ian caught on to who was staring at who his jaw went  hard also. He not so discreetly stood in front of Amy, not only staking  some sort of fucked up claim but covering her barely clad body with his  own. Uh oh. Time for damage control.

"This is not the time to discuss any of this, okay? Go back inside and  put some clothes on Amy, the neighbors boys will be snapping photos of  you with their phones."

Amy looked down as if only just realizing the twins were dangerously close to popping out.

"Ace we will talk inside okay? Just calm yourself first, don't want  anymore brawls in the living room." Ian muttered dryly before directing  Amy inside, his hand on the small of her back.

"I am still mad at both of you, in fact I am not speaking to you as of  now." I yelled at their backs before slowly turning to the bevvy of  bikers standing on the curb. I blushed as they all watched me  expectantly. Brock was glaring at where Amy disappeared back in the  house, looking like he was about to explode.

"Wow Princess, looks like we know who to come to if someone needs a  lesson given to them." Lucky smirked in my direction before bursting out  into laughter, the other men smiled openly, even the side of Bull's  mouth was twitching.

The blush crept up my cheeks, shit they would all think I was insane now.

"Sorry you had to see that guys, I guess I just lost my temper?" I shrugged my shoulders, no other explanation crossing my mind.                       
       
           



       

"Fuck don't say sorry. That was the hottest thing I've seen in ages." Dwayne gave me a wink and I screwed my nose up at him.

"Enough." Cade commanded and the men immediately looked more serious, although amusement still danced in their eyes.

"Back to the club, will meet you there in five." He continued gruffly.

The men nodded and climbed on their bikes, Brock was the only one who didn't, still standing stiffly glaring at the house.

"Brock." Cade barked.

Brock moved his gaze slowly then nodded. "Fuck this shit." He grumbled, climbing on his bike, roaring away with the others.

I peeked up at Cade gingerly, who released his hold on me and grabbed me by the shoulders.

"What the fuck was that Gwen?" He all but roared, shaking my shoulders roughly.

"Well I just found out Amy had been lying to me and I kind of  overreacted." I explained, kind of pissed at his reaction, he needed to  calm down. It's not like I intended to give him and the guys front row  tickets to ‘Gwen and Amy Smack Down'.

"Not that, you on the phone before. You didn't answer me and it sounded  like you were in trouble, you know how fucking worried I was? I call,  you answer. I ask what's going on you fucking answer!"

He let go of my shoulders and started pacing, his hand running through his hair. He stopped, striding back to me.

"We are dealing with some dangerous shit right now baby, shit with the  Spider's ain't good. After trying to deal with that shit last night I  hear your voice on that phone call, fear the worst." He grasped my neck  roughly, staring into my eyes.

"Don't do it again. I don't relish having that fear ever again."