Page 12 of Cage's Downfall

“You bought me something?” God even saying the words sounded wrong. Cage didn’t buy gifts. Well, apart from one hell of an expensive car.

“Saw it and it reminded me of you.” He had a jewelry box in his hand. It was a long rectangle shape. He popped it open. A beautiful long bracelet which had to be made of white gold had diamonds decorated along the band.

“It’s beautiful,” I said barely managing to get the words out. As he unclipped it from its case he wrapped it around my wrist, clipping it together.

“Just like the owner.” His words were so soft, and sweet.

It was me who closed the gap between us. My lips crashing on his.

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They say lies tear us apart. That lies can ruin the life you thought you had. Because that’s all it is, a understanding of the world around you. When someone lies to you, it paints a different picture other than the other truth in your mind.

Tears rolled down my cheeks, as I reread the information. It was a homicide investigation into my father’s death. There was prime suspects. But all the information including a statement from an informant, stated that the club killed my father.

Cage’s bedroom door opened, and I looked up. It then hit me, so quickly that I nearly choked on the air in my lungs. The woman. The one that gave me this information. Was the police officer. The same one that I saw in Cage’s bed… and just when I thought my heart couldn’t bleed anymore.

He knew.

He fucking knew that the club killed my father.

When the woman said they wanted her to stay quiet, I knew now that it was Cage who was the one keeping her silent.

It hurt that he knew. It hurt that he slept with her. But what drove the knife of steel through my relationship with Cage, wasn’t even that he lied. It was that he knew the truth, knew this would change my world, and he kept it from me.

“Autumn, what the hell is wrong?” he panicked seeing me. I rose my hands up, getting off the bed.

“I’m done.” I said the two words that I had never meant more in my life. Done with the lies. Done with the club. Done with my so called family. But more importantly, I was done with him.

He could have told me.

He could have…. Tears choked me. How could he keep that from me?

I went to leave, only to have him stand in my way. His dominant eyes locked on to mine.

“If you think I’m letting you leave this room, you are sadly fucking mistaken.” His voice had never scared me, but that sentence, his tone- scared the hell out of me.

Suddenly I realized I was trapped in the room with a murderous biker.

Chapter 8

CAGE

Isaw the fear flicker across her eyes, and I realized now, while I was freaking the fuck out, I couldn’t let my anger get the best of me. I was nobody before her, and I’d go back to being a nobody without her.

I couldn’t watch her move on.

I couldn’t watch her be with other men.

I couldn’t fucking live watching someone else have her.

Fuck, I had it bad.

But right now this position needed to be handled with care, and if I didn’t say the right fucking words in this moment, right now- she would run and I’d never see her again. Perhaps when I did she would be married and moved on. While I would be stuck in the past, clinging to what I had with her.

Okay Hurley, pick ya words wisely.

I realized now, that the only way to keep her here with me was to make her feel something for me and get her to feel that something over her current rage.

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