Page 3 of Cage's Fall

“You picking her over the brotherhood?” He didn’t lower the gun. “Remember ya place at the table Hawk. Last time I checked you answered to me.”

“Don’t force me to leave the table.” I wasn’t backing down even with a gun pointed at me. “You’ll know I’ll pick them over you.”

“Yeah,” he tilted his head. “Which makes me wonder, are you fucking her? Do you see my kids as yours? Cause she’s my wife. They are my kids. You can’t take my family.”

“You’re a drunk. You’re an abusive prick and if you think I’ll let you be alone with Emily, Acorn and Jacob, ya fucking wrong. You don’t deserve them.” With those words said I walked towards him, grabbing my gun— knowing he didn’t have the guts to pull the trigger.

“Consider this a friendly warning. Stay away from them.” I kept my voice calm. In control. When all I wanted to do was turn this gun on him and point it at his head and pull the trigger.

James’s eyes ran up and down me. “I see how it is.” He glared at me for a few more moments and then walked to his bike. Leaving.

I waited until his bike made it around the corner till I headed toward the house. I had to knock on the front door because I had locked myself out.

Emily opened the door, tears in her eyes, and she launched herself into my arms. Her scent hit me, her slim body melting into mine. Her arms wrapped around my neck. I could feel her tears soaking my shirt.

“Come on princess, you’ll be okay.” I said, running a hand down her back. She pulled back.

“I’m…so.. sorr..” her words broke up, from the sea of tears she was crying.

I cupped her face. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not I’m putting you in an awful situation. I’m making you risk everything with the club.” Her words were coming out jumbled and quickly.

Wrapping an arm around her body, I lifted her up, and walked into the house, closing the front door.

She was basically shaking from fear and tears in my arms. “Emily, look at me.” I spoke calmly, and her eyes locked with mine. “You aren’t making me do anything I don’t want to do. It’s called free will darling. You and the kids mean a hell of a lot to me.”

I don’t know what it was in her eyes, but one second she was looking at me with this marvelled expression the next, her lips were on mine. I went dead still. She was forbidden. She was the President’s wife. She was everything I wanted but couldn’t have.

She pulled back immediately. Her eyes in shock of what she had just done.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” She whispered, and then wouldn’t look me in the eye. “I’m sorry Hawk.”

I gripped her wrist before she walked away, pulling her back. Knew it was against every code in the book. Knew that she wasn’t mine to touch, to hold, to love. But I wasn’t a man to follow the god darn rules.

So I pulled her back into my arms, and kissed her this time. She was the one to go still this time, then her lips melted against mine. At first it was soft, but then the fact she was wearing a singlet that her nipples stood through— which I may have been noticing earlier in the day and the fact her body was pressed against mine, sparked me to run my hands down her sides.

Then gripping her by the ass I lifted her up, turning her and pinning her against the wall. It was her tongue that ran across my body lip.

But it was my tongue that then explored her mouth.

I knew I had to stop.

But fuck if I knew how I was going too.

The softest moan escaped her lips, and I lost all control kissing her like she was mine to fucking have.

But I knew she would regret it if I took it further. So I pulled back. Resting my forehead against hers.

It was her vivid emerald eyes that stunned me every god darn time. And while my eyes were locked with hers at the moment, I didn’t see regret in them.

But was I really going to burn my reputation at the club by not just giving the President’s wife shelter, but by making a move on her? There was a reason Emily Bentley was off limits. Since we were teenagers, I had always had an eye on her.

Too much of a pussy when I was younger to make a move on the cheerleader. But James, he fucking wasn’t afraid. I hated it when they started dating but I accepted it.

I stood by James side when he married her. And I was the first one to notice when things went south in their marriage. The bruises on Emily, the first time I saw them, I brushed it aside. But as time went on, I saw the fucking pattern. It all started after Autumn’s birth.

James’s exact words being. He didn’t want a girl.

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