Making the Cut (Son's of Templar MC)(81)

I can tell he's about to prepare a retort when his phone buzzed.

"Got it." He bit after answering. He stood, strapping on his on gun.

"Gotta go sugar." He kissed my head then moved his eyes behind me.

"Steg, you good to stay here with Gwen until the boys get back?"

"Sure." Steg came into my line of sight, a warm smile looking weird on  his harsh face. I hadn't even realized he was here, I had assumed as the  club president he would be heading whatever security mission they were  on.

"See yah Gwen, try not to give birth while we're gone." Bull joked before heading for the door.

I flipped the bird to his retreating figure. But really I was just happy  that this new Bull could even joke. Something had changed in him since  I'd gotten back. He spoke more, spent more time with the guys instead of  sitting alone with a bottle of Jack. He hadn't quite progressed to  laughing, but I could handle the dry jokes and occasional smiles if it  meant he was getting better. The sound of his bike roaring off alerted  me to the fact that its just Steg and me left. That would've left me  quaking in my Choo's normally, but since I was wearing flats, and  starting to feel differently about the gruff club president I wasn't set  to have a panic attack. Didn't mean I wasn't slightly intimidated.

"Walking dead huh? Darryl can sure shoot the shit out of a crossbow." He  remarked to my surprise, sitting on the sofa next to me.

I stared at him in disbelief until he shrugged his shoulders. "Evie loves this shit."

I smiled and relaxed, turning my head back to the blood and gore.



I jerked awake to the sound of a door slamming. I sat up disorientated.  The TV was still going, so I mustn't have been out that long, I looked  to the empty sofa beside me and guessed Steg had had enough of zombie  shows. I stood slowly stretching my uncomfortable body.

"Can't you please just decide to come on out Bun? Mummy is dying to get  you into a little Burberry dress." I tried, guessing my daughter might  just leave the womb for Burberry if she is anything like her Mum.

"Wouldn't count on that baby or you wearing anything apart from a bullet bitch." A voice snarled from behind me.

I jumped to see a man with a gun pointed at me standing in the doorway. I  cradled my hands over my stomach protectively, fear like ice through my  veins.

"What do you want?" I asked him evenly, intent on getting myself and my baby out of this unharmed.

"Don't remember me Gwen?" The man spat out my name.

I searched his face, something about him familiar, then it dawned on me.

"Taylor? You're … "

"I was meant to be a Templar, thanks to you I'm fucking no one." He snarled, taking another step.

I took in his greasy hair, and steel blue eyes, remembering the  sleazeball that was ‘protecting me' the day I got kidnapped. I noticed a  scar running from his temple to his chin, marring his features.                       
       
           



       

"You noticed my new look did you?" He asked. "That's courtesy of your  Old Man, my punishment for letting his bitch get pinched." His voice was  full of spite.

My eyes darted around, where was Steg? I knew he would never be too far away. He wouldn't leave me would he?

"You don't want to do this Taylor." I tried to speak calmly, to reason  with him. No matter what, I had to protect my child, and I was going to.

He bit out a bitter laugh. "Oh but I do Gwen. No other club would touch  me after Templar's kicked me to the curb. Not even the fucking  competition. They all think I'm useless." He was almost yelling now,  spittle flying from his mouth. "I have a feeling once I deliver the body  of the Old Lady and kid of the famous Fletcher, I'll be getting offers  all over the fucking country."

Okay so this guy is insane. I could hardly move, my body shaking from  fear, watching him move closer with that gun pointed at me. I took a  small step back, now he had rounded the couch I wanted to put something  between us.

His eyes flared and he shook the gun at me. "Don't move bitch!" He screamed.

Then it all happened in a blur. Steg jumped over the couch, tackling Taylor.

"Get the fuck out of here NOW GWEN!" He roared, wrestling with the man.

I started for the door, wrestling my need to help, but knowing I had to  look after my baby. I heard a grunt, then an unmistakable sound of a  body hitting the floor. I turned, dreading to see the one getting up. To  my relief Steg had pushed himself off the floor, he shoved Taylor's gun  down his jeans then bolted to me in concern.

"Is he dead?" I asked, my voice calm.

"Nope just knocked out, the boys and I will deal with that motherfucker.  I need you to go outside and call Cade, I'll tie this piece of shit  up." Steg grunted.

"Um I think we might have to change our plans Prez." I informed him calmly.

"Why?"

"Because my water just broke."

We both looked down at the puddle beneath my legs and I gingerly stepped out of it.

"Okay. Give me a sec honey I'll call Cade." Steg pulled out his phone,  trying not to look freaked, but he didn't hide it that well. Bikers were  weird, they could wrestle men with guns but couldn't handle a woman  about to give birth.

"Cade, we've got a situation, Gwen's … " Steg barked into the phone but a  gunshot cut him off. And so did the bullet that went through his chest.

I screamed as he collapsed onto me, giving me no choice but to go down to the floor with him.

"Didn't hit me hard enough old man." Taylor sneered standing above us,  brandishing another weapon. "Didn't count on me having a second piece  either stupid fuck. Too busy worrying about this cunt. Everyone's so  concerned about you Gwen. What's so special bout you? Got a magic pussy?  You let the whole club have a piece?" He asked grinning down at me.

Steg's blood was pouring out of his chest, his back leaning against my  knees. I pressed my hands against the wound, trying to stop the  bleeding, trying not to panic.

"You've just shot the clubs president Taylor. They'll come after you  now. Won't stop until you're dead. You need to leave now before they get  back, maybe we can get Steg some help. If he survives, maybe they won't  kill you." I desperately tried to reason with him, knowing if Steg was  going to survive he needed a hospital now. Not to mention so did I. I  couldn't let this freak know I was in labor. He seemed to consider it  awhile while pacing back and forward gun trained on me.

"I think it's just a bonus I've got the Prez as well as the Princess."  He decided, eyes flaring. "Maybe I'll keep you around though, just until  you push that kid out, then I'll put a bullet in you, sell the baby off  to the highest bidder. I could get some serious cash for the VP's kid."  He informed me calmly. The psychopath.

Bitter anger washed over me at the thought of this fucker harming my  child. Not going to happen. I sucked in a labored breath as a vice  tightened on my stomach, my first contraction whipping through me.  Luckily Taylor was focused on his phone and was furiously typing so he  didn't notice. I focused on breathing through the pain, on being strong  enough to get myself through this. A couple of minutes passed and I got  my bearings, thankful that Taylor was still glued to his phone,  muttering to himself. I took a moment to look down and Steg.

"Can you hear me Steg? Don't die please don't die." I whispered,  pleading silently for him to open his eyes. His breath rattled and his  arm lifted weakly.                       
       
           



       

"Gwen." He spluttered "My pants." He coughed again, blood running down  the side of his mouth. Pants? The gun! The one that he had shoved down  the back of his pants. The way he was positioned meant I could slip one  of my hands under to reach it. That meant letting go of the wound in his  chest that I was trying to stop the bleeding. If I didn't we'd both  probably die anyway. And my little Bun would too. The roar of  motorcycles gave me the distraction I needed as Taylor darted to the  window.

"Fuck!" He roared turning the gun to me. "Fucking Fletcher! Get up now  bitch, you're my only ticket out of this breathing." He strode towards  me, just as my hand closed around the gun tucked into Steg's jeans. I  didn't hesitate, I pointed it at his approaching form.



Cade

Cade flew into the compound, fear and rage curled at the pit of his  stomach. His shaking hands could hardly grip his fucking bike he was  that afraid.

Steg's call ending in a gunshot and Gwen's scream had put ice in his  veins, and fire in his belly. They had been five minutes away, stopped  at some fucking bar. Cade had assured himself that Gwen was safe and his  brothers had joked it was his last time to enjoy a cold one before the  baby came along. Not that he gave a fuck. He couldn't wait for his kid  to get here. He also planned on getting Gwen pregnant again the first  chance he could. His woman was stunning, but swollen with his child,  glowing, she was out of this world. Now all he could hear was the shot  and her scream. He couldn't see straight at the thought of a bullet  anywhere fucking near Gwen. His fucking kid. He was as good as dead if  anything happened to the two most precious things on this earth. Fury  coursed through his body as he thought of what he would do to the  motherfucker threatening his family.