Page 29 of Cage's Fall

I could say I didn’t give a damn. But that was a lie. “How is she?”

“Fucked up.” He replied way too coolly.

“One day, about one year and seven months ago. She came storming into this club, saying she was cutting ties.” I knew that was roughly when she had came and visited me. “Her and Hawk had the biggest fucking fight, and end result, he hit her.”

My temper went up. “Fucking did what?”

Jacob put a hand up. “Autumn wanted him to, because he doubted whether he could be a parent and as a result, he let her move out. Been in a club rental ever since.”

“Her relationship with Hawk?”

“Nonexistent.” He took a step towards me, looking down at his feet. “Bout the same as my relationship with her. She is only in a club rental because she ain’t got the money to cut us off fully, but...” he looked up, “one day she will, and then we will be out of the picture completely.”

“Perhaps you should do something about it, while you can.” I gave some advice, and then opened my door, closing it after myself. If Jacob thought I could get his sister back into the club, he was wrong. I was nothing but a murderer waiting for the day I get the injection.

I ripped off my shirt, and headed for the shower. Ain’t shit I can do about Autumn. But I wondered, just for a second, if she even recalled who I was.

Chapter Seveteen

Autumn

The banging on my front door was loud enough to be heard through the apartment block. I unlocked the three locks I had on the door, and then opened it.

My eyes ran over Jacob. While nothing physically happened to Jacob, something else had— he had changed, or at least my relationship with him had.

“Hey Autumn.” He blew out and looked nervous as for a man that rode for a one percent.

“Can I come in?”

I nodded my head, stepping back and holding the door open for him.

“Did you end up getting that plumbing fixed?” Jacob asked, making conversation while also bringing up the last time I spoke to him.

It was five months ago.

“Yeah.” I didn’t know what else to say. So I just stood there awkwardly, and he stood there awkwardly, running a hand through his shady longish blond hair.

“I um came here to ask you something.” He snuck a glance at me, and then his eyes dropped to his feet. “Know we haven’t been speaking, and I want to fix that.”

I scoffed. Didn’t intend it to be as loud as it came out though. I quickly then cleared my throat. “Jacob, why force something?” I didn’t know what else to say. But knew that him and I— a relationship, was just that— forced.

“You know it’s my twenty fifth birthday coming up. Quarter of a life.”

“And to think you’ve wasted about ten of those years for the club.” I crossed my arms, and glared at him. “Ditching school at fifteen to follow Hawk into the sunset.”

“Autumn.” He growled.

A bitter smile crept across my face.

“What do you want?” I snapped. He must want something and it wouldn’t be just to have a conversation about missing me. Missing me! Who was he kidding! He didn’t miss me!

“I want you to come to my birthday.”

“I want you to swallow a mouthful of razor blades.” I said, giving him a blank look. “Because that’s just how pleasant and nice it would be if I came to the club.”

“Not going to the club.”

“What? You aren’t having a club party?”

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