Page 101 of Beyond the Cut
Benson shrugged. “It’s not really a choice, is it?”
“You always have a choice.”
“He’s being nice to you.” Dawn’s lips tugged at the corners. “He would usually smash your vehicle, too.”
“And burn down his house.” Cade brushed his lips over her forehead. “But I got my girl so I’m in a good mood.”
“I kinda like my vehicle,” Benson said. “And my arms and legs. You’ve got yourself a mole.”
***
“I got the girls.” Cade pulled Dawn against his side after Tank and T-Rex escorted Benson back to his police car. “They’re safe at the clubhouse.”
Dawn exhaled a relieved breath and leaned against SUV. “Thank you. I can’t tell you how worried I was about them. But the clubhouse? Two little girls? Really?”
“Dax is with them.”
“Dax? The torturer?”
“He’s got his own kids. He knows how to have a good time.”
“I’m sure he does.” She wrapped her arms around his waist. “Probably dissecting frogs and shooting at squirrels.”
Cade growled low in his throat. “Made me hot watchin’ you shoot Mad Dog from under the SUV.”
“Everything makes you hot. You’d probably have me naked and over the hood of the vehicle if I’d done more than shoot him in the toe.” She had been bitterly disappointed after Zane checked Jimmy’s wounds and pronounced Old Mick the winner of the shoot-out.
“I think you should put down that gun and we’ll let the boys finish doin’ what they’re doin’ with the Brethren and I’ll show you just how hot your toe shooting made me.”
Dawn glanced over at Old Mick and Jagger, deep in conversation while Doc Hegel tended to Old Mick’s wound. Around them, Sinners kept watch on the disarmed Brethren, while others searched the clubhouse, and still more guarded the doors.
“I think they aren’t going to be doing anything to the remaining Brethren other than taking their weapons and offering them a choice of patch-over or death,” she said. “Mad Dog’s supporters are already gone. The usual rats fleeing a sinking ship.”
“We’ll hunt them down. Guaranteed.”
She tightened her arms around Cade, drinking in the warmth of his body. “That was a pretty damn awesome rescue. Very Cade. Lots of drama. No sneaking around or hiding in the shadows. Just straight plowing through the wall in an SUV like an action hero.”
“I know something else I want to plow into. Hop in and I’ll take you back to the clubhouse and show you what else an action hero can do.”
“You’re filthy.”
“And you love it.”
“I love you,” she said. “But the filth is a close second.”
***
“What’s this?” The skin on the back of Dawn’s neck prickled when she saw the duffel bag packed on Cade’s dresser. She’d checked on the girls and showered in the grimy clubhouse washroom to wash away all traces of Jimmy, easing the tension from her body. Now, freshly scrubbed and dressed in one of Cade’s shirts, her anxiety returned all over again.
“You’re going on the road so soon?”
“Shhhhh.” He cupped her face between her hands and brushed his lips over hers. “I got a coupla things I got to do that can’t wait. I’m taking T-Rex, Dax, and the prospect with me.”
She tried to pull away, but he was too strong, his hands too firm, his lips too soft. “Where are you going?”
He smoothed a hand over her forehead. “Better if you don’t know.”
“I want to know where you’re going.” She shoved him back against the door. “I’ll be worried, Cade. I worried when you were up in Whitefish, but at least I knew where you were. Tell me. Now.”
