Page 57 of Cage's Fall

My eyes went over a shirtless Cage, to Holly— who looked murderous.

“Can I have a word with Autumn?” She hissed, her eyes locked on me.

“Yeah that won’t be happening,” Aaron said, stepping in between her and I. “Holly why are you here?”

“Why am I here?” She hissed. “Why would you promise me the world and then go running to her?”

What the hell had gotten into her? Aaron hadn’t ran to me. He was here for the club, and well to protect me from Cage Hurley.

“Come on, outside. We need to talk.” Aaron said but Holly dodged his arms, and headed for me.

“You think you can just take my man? And I’ll fucking let you!” She then picked up a frying pan throwing it at me, before lunging.

My body hit the floor and it was flight or fight mode. And I wasn’t one to run. So, I gripped her hair, pulling her head back before I head budded her.

Dazed she fell to the side.

I straddled her, fight mode had clicked in. Because for one she hit my leg with a frying pan, that may have possibly burnt my skin with third-degree burns. Two, she had knocked me to the ground.

“Don’t fucking stand there, get Autumn off her!” Cage roared at Aaron.

Blood trickled down my forehead from where I had headbutted t her. But I wasn’t done, as I pulled my arm back, forming a fist. Only before I made a connection with her face, I was pulled off her but two strong arms.

Holly was up in a second and took the opportunity to punch me in the stomach. While Aaron was holding me back.

“Enough!” Cage roared. But shit had just started. I was out of Aaron’s arms within seconds, and my hand landed on a knife.

“Oh you’ve got to be shitting me!” Cage hissed. The fact he was protecting her pissed me off more, and to be honest that was the strong reason I went to throw it. But Aaron gripped my arm taking the knife from my hands.

But I was quick to grab a plate with my left hand and threw it in her direction. Only to hit Cage on the back. Causing him to curse. Well the bastard shouldn’t be protecting her.

Holly picked up a mug and threw it at my head, but I dodged it. Grabbing another plate, this time with my right hand.

“Enough!” Aaron roared again.

But fuckif I was stopping while she was touching Cage.

I grabbed the kettle which had just been boiled and went to throw the hot water all over her fucking doll like face when Aaron stepped in the way.

“Autumn Indigo Watson. Fucking put it down.” Aaron used his president voice on me. The voice that could control men.

“Yeah listen to your boyfriend.” She sneered and Aaron grabbed the kettle from me, before I had a chance to empty its contents on her.

Cage had Holly’s arms locked behind her. And she was exhaling and inhaling sharply while glaring at me.

Aaron put the kettle down. “You two behave like that again and I’ll fucking do more then yell at you!” he roared between the two of us. “You two are meant to set a fucking example!”

“Why?” We both said at the same time.

“Because ya a presidents daughter,” he said to me, and then looked at Holly. “And if you want to stay my woman, you’ll set a fucking good example. Not throwing frying pans.”

I knew I shouldn’t. I knew I should keep my mouth shut.

“Aaron.” I said he turned, “Don’t lie to her. She will never be president’s wife material.” And just like that I hurt Holly more then any physical punch could. I watched the tears swell in her eyes, and she pried herself away from Cage’s grip and took off.

“Thanks for that.” Aaron glared at me before taking off after her.

I limped to the kitchen island, grabbing Aaron’s pack of smokes and lighting one up.

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