Out of the Ashes (Sons of Templar MC 3)

Zane’s whole body was stiff with fury. I didn’t have time to puzzle over why he was having such a strong reaction. He explicitly said that he didn’t want more than sex, so then why was he worrying his pretty little head over me and Lexie’s safety? I shook my head, glancing over at Gwen and Cade, who looked like they were having a similar conversation. Gwen’s pretty face was scrunched into a frown and Cade was looking at her with a hard stare.

“I’ll see you around, Gwen,” I called to her. “Don’t worry about coming with reinforcements—we’ll be fine. Got sixteen years of practice,” I added, not wanting to be the reason the couple had a domestic quarrel.

Gwen glared at Cade a second and then smiled at me. “No, I’ll be there in fifteen,” she said firmly, ignoring her husband. “And I’ll be there cheering Lexie on,” she added with a tight look at Cade.

I reckoned the grim and scary biker had little to no say when it came to Gwen doing what she wanted. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Okay, see you soon. Bye, Cade,” I said rather sheepishly, feeling like I was going to be cited as a bad influence.

Cade surprised me by giving me a soft look. Well, what such a grim and scary biker could manage as a soft look. “Bye, Mia. Thanks again for your help,” he said.

“Anytime,” I replied, deciding to ignore Zane and the fury emanating off him. I skirted around him and nearly ran to the door.

“Honey, you look amazing. You’ll do great,” I reassured my nervous daughter.

She pulled at her top with uncertainty. “You sure?”

I smiled. “Yes, I’m sure. I’m your mother—do you think I’d let you go out there if you were going to embarrass me?”

We were backstage at the club; it was eleven p.m. and Lexie and her band were just about to go on. I was more than a little excited for my daughter, although I couldn’t help but replay Zane’s judgmental protests in my mind. Was I a bad mother for letting my sixteen year old perform at a club near midnight? I had told her she could be anything she wanted to be. And for as long as I could remember, her life was music and books. To not support her in pursuing a career which involved doing something she loved made me think that was bad parenting. But as a single mother, I was always questioning my choices with Lexie, and worried about what judgment would be thrown my way. I just never thought it would be coming from a six-foot burly biker covered in tattoos. One whom I had complicated feelings for.

“We’re going to rock, Lex, how can we not? We’ve got me as a drummer,” Sam interjected, wrapping his arm around Lexie.

I grinned at him as he gave her a supportive squeeze and winked at me.

“I’ll be right up front with Gwen, Amy, Rosie, and Lucy, who have all promised to pour drinks on anyone who boos,” I joked.

Lexie’s face paled slightly and I shook my head. She had nothing to be nervous about. Plus, she looked the part. She had on Gwen’s strappy studded Valentino heels, black skinny jeans and a drapey metallic top. Skinny scarves were slung around her neck and bracelets covered her arms almost to her elbows. I wasn’t keen on slathering her with too much makeup, so we went for winged eyeliner and teased her hair within an inch of its life. Total rock and roll babe.

I kissed her head lightly. “Break a leg, kid,” I murmured to her.

She nodded, taking a deep breath before Sam grabbed her hand and took her to some sort of band huddle. I watched with a small tear prickling at the edge of my eye. Something told me this moment was important for my daughter. Call it mother’s intuition, but I knew this was going to be a pivotal moment.

“Here.” Amy thrust a drink in my hand as soon as I jostled through the crowd to join them at the front.

I immediately took it and sipped, not asking what it was. I coughed slightly at the strength behind it. “Do I get any soda with my vodka?” I half spluttered.

Gwen laughed. “Sorry, I should have warned you. When Amy buys drinks she doesn’t fuck around.” She gave me a knowing and sympathetic look.

“Well, since I’m a mom who hardly gets out much, I think if I finish this drink you may have to carry me out of here,” I half yelled. “I don’t think that would set the best example for my rock star daughter.”

Amy didn’t miss a beat. “If you’re going to have a rock star daughter, you definitely need to learn how to handle your alcohol.”

I shuddered at the thought of the grim reality behind what I was letting my very young daughter open the door to. “I’m also going to have to get rid of having stalkers it seems.” I decided to change the subject, gesturing with my head to the two leather clad men at the bar. I didn’t recognize them, and they had Prospect patches on their vests. When Gwen had turned up at our house with what seemed like her entire wardrobe, she also had Amy in tow. Not to mention the two men who had sat on their bikes outside while we chose outfits, had dinner and hosted Lexie’s band. They had trailed behind our cars and followed us into the club.

Amy followed my eyes. “Welcome to the life of having crazy hot, crazy, overprotective biker men getting all alpha,” she said with a slight scowl. “I swear if I didn’t love my husband I’d go insane with the protectiveness. I almost single-handedly escaped a kidnapping without his help. I think I can manage going to a gig at a bar in Nowheresville.”

Gwen gave her a look and I near choked on my drink. Did she just say kidnapped? “You have to admit the overprotective husband played a part in the kidnapping escape,” Gwen countered.