Page 22 of Cage's Fall

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Moving my bag on my shoulder I walked out to the front of the school and my eyes drank him in.

He was straddling his bike. Club colours. His arms crossed, as he balanced holding the bike up with his legs, and his eyes were on his phone. The tattoos ran up his left arm, and I didn’t even realize, he had a sleeve till now.

His one neck tattoo told me that there was a strongchance he had more tattoos then the ones showing.

I went to walk towards him.

“You aren’t seriously seeing one of them, are you?” I turned, seeing Dylan standing there furious. “This will ruin my reputation.” He gritted the words out.

“It’s zero of your business Dylan.” I wanted to throw every word he had said during our breakup at him. But I didn’t. He said I would sink low; well I guess I just hit rock bottom.

His eyes went off me and widened. Looking to my side, I felt his hand on my back, before I saw him. I nearly jumped having someone touch me. I wasn’t used to it.

“Come on darling,” Cage said, and I turned to face him. His eyes darted to my lips before he looked up.

He took my hand and guided me back to his bike. Mounting his bike. I threw my leg over. I couldn’t help but think how far I’ve came as I did up Cage’s helmet on me.

Cage had a smug expression on his face as he took off. And thank god it wasn’t slow, well at first, then he revved through the gears and I clung to him like a koala.

Chapter Thirteen

CAGE

“No club colors. No fighting. No guns. No knifes and at all fucking times, keep the fact you ride for a one percent to yourself.” Hawk grilled them, laying down the laws for the boys. “And don’t bring any citizens back here.”

I was sitting back amused, watching Jacob and Lit’s reaction to being told how to behave in a nightclub.

It was Lit’s birthday and usually that meant a club party. But not in this case. They were old schooling it and going clubbing. I think they just wanted to pick up women that weren’t club ones, and perhaps the fact that there was a college crawl tonight had an allure to them going.

Considering these seven men looked like fucking bikers, and criminals I doubted they would get in. One look at Lit and you would be expecting a fight. He had a temper and a half.

Lit was about to argue with Hawk about the whole, don’t bring the women back here point he made. When Lit’s eyes went to the side, and I saw her as well.

Her blonde hair dead straight, the heels giving her height, but it was the deep blue dress, with a diving neck line that had all the guys attention; including mine.

Autumn was so fucking lucky that Hawk’s phone had rang, and he had headed into the church boardroom to take the call.

No way in hell will he let her leave looking like that.

“So, you took me up on the offer princess.” Lit grinned, and my expression dropped. Wait a fucking minute, did she have us both on the go?!

Then again, we weren’t really on the go. But fuck it. I created a Facebook account for her!

“Since when was my little sister, your princess?” Jacob growled at Lit.

“It’s my birthday. I wanted her to come.”

“She’s seventeen!”

“Actually, according to this I’m nineteen.” Autumn flashed a fake ID. “Don’t worry Jacob, it usually works.”

Wait a fucking second. It clicked. She was going out with them. If she went out with them there was no way, that Lit wouldn’t end up fucking her, or worse they would‘get to know each other.’

I wasn’t letting that happen.

I was going with them, fucking clubbing. I wanted to groan.

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