Page 72 of Cage's Fall

“I’ll have a word with her.” He said quickly- too quickly.

“Or you could tell me why, she won’t take them?”

“That’s family history.” His smirk dropped. “And some family secrets are meant to stay just that.”

Autumn

My hand gripped the wall for support as I tried to shower one handed. The pain was unbearable. I gritted my teeth, and it was the longest fucking shower in my life. It took me forever.

Finally getting out, I grabbed a towel. Wrapping it around me. My left side was weaker than normal. But having a bullet go through you would do that. I walked into my room. Looking at my closet. The thought of putting anything on, made me cringe.

There was a knock on my door. Keeping the towel wrapped around me, I said come in.

The door opened and standing there was Cage. It was moments like this, I was reminded just how good looking he was. Fuck good looking. He was bloody hot. Boiling hot. I could think of more clinches.

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, as my eyes ran over, his pushed-up sleeves, the tattoos on his arms, hands, fingers. The thought of the back of his knuckles running down my body, ran through my mind, feeling the coldness of those rings.

He ran a hand through his short black hair, and he had a five o’clock shadow. As if something else had his attention lately and shaving hadn’t made the priority list.

I noticed the hesitation on his eyes now. Those jet-black eyes, that had locked with mine, when he kissed me. I swear when he kisses me, he kisses my soul.

“You okay darling?” he said, as he closes the bedroom door.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Not dressed.” He looked at me not impressed. “How bad is the pain?” His eyes then went to check to see if the pills he had tried to give me this morning, where still on the bedside table- and they were.

“It’s fine.”

“Why won’t you take the pain killers?”

“Because.”

“Because?”

I looked at him dryly. “Cage, just drop it.”

He opened his mouth and I dropped the towel causing his words to remain unspoken.

I walked to my closet, opening a drawer and pulling out a dress. Then started to have an intently debate about how much this was going to hurt to get on. I threaded one arm through.

“What about underwear?”

“Can’t bend over.”

“I can help you.”

I managed to get the dress over my other arm. “I’m fine.”

He groaned. “Darling, knowing ya commando will hurt me more than you know.”

I held back my smirk. “Would you rather I was in pain?” I arched my eyebrows at him.

Cage and I weren’t in a relationship. Cage and I weren’t anything. Or at least that was what I kept telling myself. I couldn’t take a leap of faith and be in a relationship with him. The thought of him and I- it scared the hell out of me.

The thought of giving him my heart, to love or destroy- sent a chill down through my body.

The thought of finding him with that woman, ran through my head. He didn’t make me any promises, I had made them for him. He never said he was mine. I never said I was his. So why did it still hurt me?

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