Page 15 of Cage's Fall

As I walked out of the gas station my phone startedringing as I mounted my bike. Seeing Hawk’s name across my screen. Couldn’t help but think I just got in town and the bastard knew. Couldn’t get away with shit now that I was taking a seat at the table.

Fucking Enforcer. I was still thinking I was crazy to give up the freedom ofbeing a Nomad for a patch. But when Hawk calls ya name, especially for a seat at his table. Ya didn’t fucking ignore it.

“Yeah Prez.” I said into the phone.

“Cops are raiding us.”

I frowned. “Okay what you want me to do—”

“Need you to head to Ellis Street.” He barked into the phone. “My daughter has been in an accident. Need ya to deal with it. I can’t leave, the cops are at the gates.”

He sounded furious about it. And I could understand why. Everyone knew not to go near Hawk’s daughter. I knew that just from rumours that flowed around after Chapters that I visited, who had recently visited the Mother Chapter.

One guy was sporting a black eye, apparently all he did was look at Hawk’s daughter, and shit happened.

“On it.” And I hung up, luckily, I was born here so I knew where Ellis Street was.

It was usually crowded with foodies and was only around the corner.

Autumn

“Put the fucking phone down!” he roared at me, but I had already hung up. “You call the cops?” He demanded to know, and the other one who had just gotten out of the car, started to walk towards me.

This car was clearly stolen. A few members of the public where backing away, as the driver and passenger got aggressive.

Then suddenly I could hear a dim roar of a bike, getting closer. Thank god Hawk was coming.

“Look, you can leave. I didn’t call the cops.” I put my hands up, trying to calm the situation.

Then the roar of the bike, scored their attention. Coming to a stop right at the scene. My eyes glanced from the two men, to Hawk. Wait it wasn’t Hawk.

The man climbed off the bike, taking his helmet off.

“What’s going on fellas?” his voice was as cold as the stare he was giving them. His eyes flicked with rage. He tilted his head, “Were you about to pull a gun on a woman?” His jet black eyes were locked on those men like they were his prey.

“Ain’t none of your business.” The driver barked at him.

“See that woman.” He pointed at me. “She’s under club protection. And she looks rather scared to me.” He pushed his vest back, showing guns in his holster. “That pisses me off, that you’re scaring a woman I am to protect.”

I swallowed sharply. And his jet-black eyes went off the men and on to me. “Darling, come here.”

I didn’t know this man. I had no idea who he was. I took in his short haircut, the lip ring piercing, but it was the glint in his eyes that said this man was a madman. My feet started moving. As I got closer, I saw his knuckles tattooed with the club initials. If he wasn’t in club colours, I wouldn’t have gone near him.

Standing at his side, the two junkies looked back at us.

They went to head back to the car, when the man I was standing next to, pulled out his gun.

Their hands went up.

“How about you two, start walking. Consider the car as payment for what you did to hers.” He gestured with the gun for them to get moving. “Don’t make me count.” He sneered, and then clicked the safety off.

They were quick to grab a bag from the back and then scrambled to the footpath— leaving.

The man I was standing next to put his gun in his holster. “You alright?” he asked, and I just nodded my head. His thumb brushed my forehead.

“Um my head hit the steering wheel.”

“So I can see.” He frowned. “I’ll get someone to collect the cars. Let’s get you home.” His voice was smooth and confident, and for some strange reason I felt safe.

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