Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC 1)

“Hey, can I call you back? I’m 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 eyes 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, 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. Third graders could’ve figured it out. I heard the door open again as I paced the front lawn. Amy ran down the porch, looking more than ruffled, her nightie 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’ve 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 out of 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 Harleys’ 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 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 they had just witnessed. Well, apart from Brock, his jaw was hard. He was glancing between Ian and Amy. Oh shit. Ian caught on to who was staring at who and 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 neighbor’s 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’ll talk inside okay? Just calm yourself first, we 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’m still mad at both of you, in fact I’m 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.