Page 56 of Cage's Fall

Ihit my phone that wouldn’t stop ringing, silencing it and rolling back over. Fucking barely had any sleep and now some bastard thought fuck it, let’s call Cage in the early hours of the morning.

I groaned when it rang again.

Sitting up, I reached for it. Answering it.

“What?” I wasn’t a morning person

So whoever this was better fucking realize their life was on the line if it wasn’t important.

“Your prospect won’t let me through the gates. Said that I have no business being at the clubhouse if there wasn’t a party on.” She went on ranting about how stupid our prospect was and I pulled the phone from my ear, as she continued to rant.

“Alright Holly. I’m coming.” I snapped into the phone and threw the blankets back getting up. “Just tell Mo, I’m coming.”

“He doesn’t believe me.” She hissed into the phone.

Fucking stupid prospect. I hung up getting my jeans on and heading down stairs.

Why couldn’t she have fucking called Aaron?

Walking into the common room, the smell of food hit me and my stomach twisted. Fuck, what I would do for a feed.

By the smell of it, Autumn was cooking. Early too.

I opened the clubhouse door and headed for the gate. Mo was there, giving Holly a serve, and as soon as I appeared he disappeared back into his office.

“What you doing here Holly?” I said, taking the bag off her shoulder.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Well we are.”

She stormed past me heading into the clubhouse.

“Holly, you need to tell me what’s going on.”

“I need to see Aaron,” she said over her shoulder and pushed open the clubhouse door.

Autumn

“And they say that clubs don’t have fucking paperwork!” Aaron said while glaring at the paperwork in front of him.“Do you have any idea how many of these things I’ve fucking done today?” he held a piece of paper up, and I took it off him.

“An invoice?” I smirked at him.“You do realize the club runs a garage they need to invoice customers.”

“Where is the fucking prospect?”

“The prospect doesn’t know that we charge an extra twenty five percent on top of labor. Suck it up Aaron, you have to do it.”

He groaned. “Fucking got my own club to build and here I am, doing this shit for another club.”

“You volunteered.”

He looked at me dryly. “Let’s see run my own club and keep shit afloat or save my sorry ass friend from Cage Hurley.”

“Cage isn’t even a threat. He hasn’t even spoken to me.”

Aaron scoffed, and had an expression on his face like he knew the reason behind why Cage was avoiding me. I narrowed my eyes on him.

“Crow, what have you been saying?” I said to him, just as the kitchen door burst open.

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