Page 51 of Cage's Fall

I spun her around. “You know we have to talk about it right? I let it go last night, but I can’t just..”

“Stop!” She snapped at me. “If you had a problem with it, you should have said something last night.”

“I didn’t think while I was fucking you was a good time to bring up the self harming on your outer thigh.” I couldn’t stop the glare in my eyes. “Come on Autumn, you can’t brush it off. I saw it.”

“And you didn’t say anything!” She snapped at me. “So don’t okay.” She shoved me away from her. “Don’t care. Don’t stand there with some moral fucked up compass and pretend like you need to care that I self harm!”

“I do care.”

She scoffed. “Cage. We had a night together. One night. If you want to repeat it. You’ll drop this subject.”

She went to storm off, then I gripped her wrist, pulling her into me. My mouth going to her ear. “I fucking care Autumn and if you think I’ll drop it? Well, darling, you don't know what type of man I really am”

And perhaps, that was her downfall. Because she had no idea the type of monster that was becoming obsessed with her.

Chapter Twenty Eight

Autumn

There are moments in life, where you have to weigh what you are doing- to what you should be doing. I knew that no matter the way I looked at it, Cage was stirring feelings in me that should scare me. But instead of fear capturing my body when I looked at him, it was desire.

Desire was my downfall. The desire to have his lips on my body. The desire to feel his fingers running over my skin.

I struggled to say it was feelings, because I had never felt so cold. The ice creeping through my body, was numbing me from making the right decisions. Numbing me because of the lessons I have learned.

The tattooist’s where at the club. Between the three of them they were doing pieces on the boys and right now the woman with dreadlocks was tattooing Cage’s neck. My eyes went off my glass, and on to him. There he was sitting— the tattooist working away on his neck, a cigarette in his mouth and his eyes met mine.

We hadn’t spoken since the kitchen moment. I had thrown myself into useless tasks. I knew I was doing wrong by him, by blowing him off. I also knew he wasn’t going to drop the subject.

Staring into his jet black eyes, I was pulled back to the night we were together and I got a taste of perfection. Now, I wasn’t sure when or if we would get that again. Because of what he saw.

“Acorn?”

I tore my eyes off Cage and onto Hawk. “Yeah Dad.” I said, placing the glass on the table.

“Jacob’s on a bender.”

“Oh.” I sighed and reached for the pick up car keys that I had been driving all week. “Guessing you want me to check the usual places?”

“Nah.” Hawk shook his head. “I’ve got a few of the blokes on it.”

“Okay,” I said but frowned. “Then how can I help?”

“I don’t know how to bring this up.” Hawk muttered, and his eyes dropped. I noticed Cage shift uncomfortably in his chair. He was listening to this conversation. And he wasn’t moving in the chair uncomfortably because he was getting a tattoo. No. He knew what Hawk was about to bring up.

“Hawk. What’s this about?” I snapped at him. I hated secrets and lies.

He looked up, knowing I was getting pissed off by calling him Hawk instead of dad. “When you were attacked, the police found these papers. They have just handed them over.” He pulled them out of his back pocket and handed them to me. “It’s the gym sale.”

“That’s good. I thought we had lost our money and the rights of the sale,” I said, seeing shock appear on his face. “What do you need me to do?”

“I don’t expect you to go there ever again.”

“I’ve missed my workouts. I’m happy to keep up my end of the deal.” I stood up. “I’m happy to run the place, as we planned.”

“Is there something you want to tell me?” Hawk said that question, as if I was keeping something from him.

I frowned. “No.”

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