Page 50 of Cage's Fall

Lighting up a cigarette, whoever started the whole church on a Sunday thing should be fucking punished. Don’t know why bikers adapted the law to apply to our weekly meeting.

Because we were always, always hungover as fuck and usually wanted to solve everything with our fists.

I looked at the men, all looking to be in foul moods. Coming down from the liquor and drugs. While me. I was fucking grinning.

Waking up with her in my arms, taking her as deep as I wanted last night, all rushed through my mind. Nothing was going to give me the same high, as listening to Autumn come saying my name.

Fingers clicking in my face brought me back to the moment.

“Ya heads not in the meeting brother.” Vod said, and nodded his head at Jacob, who was speaking to me— apparently.

“What?” I said, sitting up.

Jacob gave me an odd look. “What has you in a good mood?”

Your little sister.

“Nothing.” I replied coolly. “Now what’s wrong?”

“Got the southern Chapter running by in a few days, need you to step up as enforcer. Or at least that was what Prez was saying.” Jacob repeated what apparently Hawk had been telling me.

I glanced at Hawk, to see him glaring at me.

“Only two reasons you’d be in a good mood. One you fucked someone up. Or two you fucked someone.” Hawk’s words were direct.

“Well, I did fuck someone up Prez.” I grinned and leaned forward. “Lit in fact. I fucked him up good.”

There were a few chuckles at the table. And Hawk accepted that as my reason for being in a good mood. And closed the meeting.

I was out and heading back to my room. Autumn was asleep when I left. Fuck I hope she didn’t think I did a fuck and run on her.

“Yo sis, what’s on the menu for breakfast?” Jacob called out across the room, and I paused mid stride back to my room, seeing Autumn about to walk into the kitchen.

“Just about to turn the stove on and get that hangover food ready.” She smiled, and I redirected my steps towards her. My concern went up, when she didn’t look in my direction.

She was bending over when I walked in. The door closing between me.

“Morning.” I said approaching her, and then placing my hands on her hips, she slowly straightened up, turning to face me.

“Morning.” She said with a smile, and I couldn’t tell if it was forced or not.

I took her hand, and my eyes dropped, and then widened.

“What the fuck Autumn? You said they weren’t tight!” I looked down at the slight mark on her wrist. You wouldn’t know it was from the cuffs. But I fucking knew.

“I was pulling on them. It’s to be expected,” she said and frowned. “Stop freaking out over nothing.”

I didn’t want to give her any reason, any at all to hate me. Or regret last night. Because it was the highlight of my life. Cause I doubted I’d get another night with her.

“I’ve got to cook breakfast.” She brushed my hand off her wrist, and her hip.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Something is wrong.”

“Nothing is.”

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