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My parents were six feet under because of it.

I went to leave, getting out the door but then turning back around cause I had left my clutch in there. Just as I approached the door I heard their hushed voices.

“You think it wise to have her under the same roof as Cage?”

“Cage knows his place now. He won’t touch her.” Hawk sounded confident of that. “And we need tokeep Autumn on ice, if she finds out what’s happened.”

My eyes widened. So there was more going on. I didn’t know whether to confront them or pretend like I didn’t know.

I made a loud noise, and then walked back in, swiping my clutch off the table and leaving again; this time, to pack a bag and move back to the clubhouse. For reasons I didn’t want to understand, but I did.

Chapter Eighteen

CAGE

Two days. They said it would take two fucking days. A week later and I was back at the club. All because some junkies thought it would be amusing to tag our rural clubhouse. Then I was sent from the Mother Chapter to deal with it. Cause their president was piss assweak.

I stumbled through the clubhouse, tired. Five hour ride would do that to anyone. Finally arriving at the clubhouse, I heard the hushed voices— clearly yelling at each other. The interesting bit? It was coming from Autumn’s old room.

Then the door swung back open, and out stormed Lit. Looking like his normal serial killer self.

He disappeared down the hall, after giving me a clear dirty look.

She hadn’t put on weight. She hadn’t changed at all. Her hands were in her hair, and she was exhaling sharply, clearly upset.

Did I say something?

Then she turned, and went to close the door but froze when she saw me.

“Hi, darling.” My voice sounded smooth, confident but I was freaking the fuck out. “You alright?”

She scoffed. “Zero of your business.” And her hand gripped the door.

My hand landed on the door, stopping her from closing it.

“You love him?” I knew I shouldn’t be so attached to needing the answer to the question. But I had overheard Lit and her were a thing. Hawk had no idea though.

“Again, zero of your business.” She snapped at me, trying to close the door. Then groaned giving up, when she failed to close it and I stepped into her room, seeing boxes everywhere. Was she moving back here?

“I don’t think he loves you.” I said, and her eyes narrowed on me. “I’m no expert in love but I’m sure that a man that had you, wouldn’t be eyeing down the strippers every Saturday night.”

My words cut her. Saw it on her face.

“You’re right. You don’t know what love is.” She planted her hands on her hips.

“You’re right. But I know what love isn’t and how Lit treats you, isn’t love.” I then stepped back out of the room. “Good seeing you again Autumn.”

I turned and walked towards my door.

When a hand gripped my shoulder, spinning me around. “How about I tell you a story Cage.” She hissed. “About a girl, a teenage one, that fell in love with a man’s soft touches. A man that went against everything she wanted. Then just as she thinks he feels something for her, he gets locked up.” She shoved me backwards but I barely moved. “Then she goes and sleeps with a clerk at his prison, just to see him. Only to have that man, spit her out like she was nothing.” Her eyes went glassy. “To top that off, she then gets in debt to a biker, who was legit born to make her life hell.”

She scoffed. And went to leave but my hands clamped around hers. “How about I tell you a story?” I edged closer to her. “About a man that went in because he had a crush on a girl. Wanted to protect her. Only he goes in, turns dark, and comes out a serial killer. Who will never be good enough to get her back.”

My breathing was sharp. Her breathing was sharp. Both staring at each other. I was lost in those emerald vivid eyes.

“You’re right.” She blew out. And ripped her hands from mine. “He will never be good enough for her. Because she learned all bikers are more loyal to their brothers then their women.” And with those words, she turned her back on me and stormed to her room, slamming the door.

I stayed put for a second. Rage washing over me. Turning to fury. Resulting in full blood boiling out of control crimpling anger. I slammed my door shut locking it and storming down the hall. I needed to get out of here. I needed a fucking drink.

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