Page 21 of Cage's Downfall

Hawk still had the tabs on the corner of the coffee table. All these years later and those corner tabs were still on.

I turned to look back at him. “Is this my fault?” I looked around the house, him, everything was a wreck and I was feeling the blame.

Hawk shrugged.

God, I had treated him awful. Once again.

“God, I don’t know why you put up with me,” I muttered and went and sat on his couch. Ended up having to clean a spot for me to sit down.

“You know.” His words were dark, and my eyes snapped to him. How did he know I knew? Perhaps Jacob? “You ain't ever gonna get past it.” He was unsteady on his feet and I got up.

My hand going to his shoulders, steadying him. “How much have you had to drink?” More importantly, when was the last time he was sober?

He shrugged again.

“Hawk.” And I locked my eyes with his.

How did I say this?

“You’re stuck with me. I know I can be a pain in the ass. And I’m sorry I treated you like shit, again. But I just had to deal with it on my own.” I blew out, not finding the right words in the end. I kept my eyes locked with his. “I’m sorry.”

And those two words, seemed to have broken him.

“I killed him Autumn, my club did it. Ain’t shit for you to be sorry about,” he muttered and then looked down at the ground. “Can’t expect you to ever forgive me or the club.”

I knew deep down I wouldn’t forgive them. But, I also knew, my love for Hawk hadn’t changed. And somehow I needed to tell him that. Or perhaps show it?

“Game’s on. Let’s watch it.” I changed the subject. If we were going to move on from this, we needed new moments, so they would be new memories.

HAWK

She didn’t say she hated me. She didn’t say she never wanted to see me again. She never said anything along those lines. Instead she propped herself up on my couch and watched the game with me, like she did when she was little.

She wasn’t cold either.

She wasn’t distant.

No, she was in the moment, commenting on the plays. She didn’t hate me. Was it possible I hadn’t lost the only good thing I had left?

Chapter 12

JACOB

Cage was many things. However, clinically sane might not be one right now.

I knew he had a temper, but nothing like this. The plan was a drive by. Shoot the place up. Cage ended that plan as soon as he got off his bike.

The whole point of a drive by was to keep fucking driving! But no. We shot the place up and then he parked his fucking bike! Got off, gun raised and headed inside.

I was shocked for a minute. Then, I fucking had no choice but to follow. So as I walked into the house, I saw Cage have one guy by the throat while he raised his gun and shot the other bastard that walked out- classic headshot.

Cage was damn lucky that man didn’t shoot him!

Cage raised the man off the ground, his feet dangling as he strangled him. The man squirming, trying to get free. Bright red in the face.

“Come on Cage. I’m not one for torture,” I said to his back. While I scanned the place ready for someone else to come out.

Cage ignored me and strangled the man to death. I saw the glint in his eyes as he watched the life fade from his victim’s eyes. I wasn’t sure whose life I was watching fade— Cage’s or the man he had killed- barehanded.

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