Scars of Yesterday (Sons of Templar MC #8) - Anne Malcom Page 0,105

injury. He didn’t see the bruises on my arms because I’d managed to put on a big, fluffy robe since I couldn’t exactly greet everyone terrified and naked in only a towel.

That wasn’t Old Lady behavior. Well, Old Lady behavior would’ve been to get dressed in badass jeans, boots and a full face of makeup. But I wasn’t that brave. I also was pretty sure at least one snake had escaped, and I had no idea whether they were poisonous or not. I figured if someone went to all the trouble of filling my drawer with snakes, they weren’t going to do it with harmless ones.

“I told you to sit outside,” he gritted out.

“You might not know this about me, sweetheart, but I don’t do whatever a man commands me to do. I sure as shit don’t lock myself in a car, terrified of some cold worms with long teeth,” I snapped back.

“Tell him, sista,” Lucky muttered. “Though, I’d definitely lock myself in the car. Snakes.” He shivered. “Got any rubber gloves?”

“Get in the fucking bedroom,” Cade barked.

Lucky obeyed his president, but he did not look happy about it.

Kace looked like he really wanted to say more about the whole situation, but luckily Cade was there to save the day, meaning that he was the first to verbally ask if I was okay—because that was the kind of guy that Cade was.

After that, it was a blur of activity.

Evie arrived first.

Then Ashley.

I was sure that other women would’ve come if not for the fact that there was a chance of something bad lurking somewhere. But their husbands probably banned them from coming. Not that that would stop them, mind you. I sent a group text telling everyone I was fine and that we would debrief over cocktails the next day.

Olive was picking the kids up from school, filling in for me after I’d told her I had something urgent come up. Rest assured, I wasn’t going to tell her the details. She’d been happy over the years to know the bare minimum when it came to the club.

Evie and Ashley were here because they did not have men in cuts telling them what to do—though Wire shot Ashely a look when he entered the house.

Various men came through the house, checking for explosives, other creatures or recording devices.

They found none, thankfully.

But they also found that the snakes in my underwear drawer were highly venomous. This little tidbit had Kace checking me for bites once again. I was dressed by then, thankfully Evie had brought clothes with sleeves long enough to cover the marks on my arms.

Once all was declared safe, the men started to disperse. But not without promises of vengeance, expressing their determination in finding whoever this was and ending them. I trusted them to do so. I would not lose a single wink of sleep, knowing this person was going to die.

The watch was back on now. Kace was going to go DEFCON level alpha, no doubt.

Ashely and Evie eventually left. Evie had offered me and the kids to come and stay at her place, but I’d refused. Exactly like she had expected me too. Nothing was scaring me out of my home.

Olive was going to have the kids for dinner so I could get my shit under control. So I could do my own check of the house. So I could have a conversation with Kace. Or so he could have a conversation with me. The testosterone was almost leaking out his ears at this point.

He paced the kitchen while I made M&M tea.

“This is my shit. Coming to haunt me. Haunting you. It fucking has to be,” he grated out, running a hand through his hair.

I frowned at him, pouring M&Ms into a mug. “How does this have anything to do with you?”

Kace stopped pacing to stare at me. “Because, the Sons are legit now. The Amber chapter doesn’t have the kind of enemies who go after Old Ladies. Who’d do this fucked up shit. My old chapter... we did. Thought I’d cut ties. Thought I could come here to start a new life. But fuck!” he yelled the last word. I jumped, not expecting the outburst. The violence in it.

I was also jumpy because, well, there were fucking snakes in my underwear drawer this morning.

“You think that someone or something has not only followed you, but stalked you for long enough to see that you were in a relationship with me? And then stalked me