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I stole her lips, silencing her emotions. I should have said I loved her back. But I was too busy trying to work that dress off.

Then she unwrapped herself from me. Her hands going to her halter neck line, undoing it and letting the dress fall to the ground.

“Don’t hold back baby.” She blew out, just before I growled stealing her lips, lifting her up.

Never been a saint and I wasn’t starting now.

If I had known what I would wake up to in the morning I would have made fucking love to her, instead of a quick fuck in Hawk’s office. But that was the thing about the future. You never know what it holds. But I sure as fuck didn’t think that Autumn wouldn’t be in my future.

Chapter 23

CAGE

Two Weeks Later

“Come on Cage man, you have to…”

I gave Jacob a look. And he shut up. In the end he let go of the whiskey bottle, and I swiped it off him.

Two weeks. How the fuck did that happen? When did it happen? How can the world keep moving with her…..the tears welled up in my eyes.

“She wouldn’t want you like this,” Jacob muttered beside me and I turned to look at him.

“She was your sister,” I spat the words out. “But she was the love of my life.” I sunk back into the booth. I knew I would never get over this. I knew that no matter what happened.

Autumn had committed suicide. Jumped off The Fall. I didn’t even take something as being wrong when she looked me in the eyes that night. I should have known she was fighting that demon again. I should have known she wasn’t okay. Instead, I went to fucking sleep.

I woke up to her gone. Thought she was in the kitchen. Kitchen was empty. Thought she had gone to the shops. Wasn’t till the fucking police showed up, telling Hawk that Autumn’s body had been discovered at the bottom of The Fall.

Men had to hold me back. Jacob was one of the men that pinned me down when Hawk was told.

How did Hawk take the news?

Every night, one of us- well mainly everyone else because I was too wasted come the night when it would happen. Hawk would be drunk, playing Russian Roulette. The boys were quick to replace his bullets with blanks.

We were a fucking wreck. On top of that, Hawk was looking at the injection. The detective, the same one I fucked to keep quiet, had opened up the case, and the night in question Hawk being there had been confirmed. Resulting in them building a case that was going to be unbreakable.

I sat here. Wishing I had never felt the touch of her kiss. I sat here. Wishing that I had never laid eyes on her. Because this pain, it was killing me. It couldn’t get any worse. This storm in my heart, was sending waves of pain and pure rage at the same time. Because she had fucking done this to me.

Why didn’t she talk to me?

Why didn’t she tell me she was struggling?

WHY!

WHY.DID. SHE. DO. IT!

I threw my whiskey glass across the room, causing a few people to jump. But what hurt the most, was she didn’t even tell me good bye. She didn’t even give me a chance to beg her to hold on. She didn’t even let me in, she just- gave up on us and that little fact was killing me.

I would have got her through it.

I would have fucking done anything to keep her here.

I let the tears run down my cheeks.

I fucking loved her. Sad part? That wasn’t enough to keep her here. My love wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough. I had sworn to myself I’d love her for the rest of my life. I would always protect her. Little did I know she was who I needed protection from.

But the facts didn’t change. I wasn’t enough, my love for her, wasn’t enough to keep her here.

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