Page 13 of Cage's Ruin

The cook was driving money out of the clubs pocket. Their drugs were severely undercutting us. Resulting in us having this meeting. Things were getting desperate. I didn’t have the normal weekly pays for the books. Instead all I had was bad news. We were going broke.

The rebirthing businesses were keeping our businesses afloat, but everything aside from that. It wasn’t happening.

Pays. Liquor for the bar. Fuck—even food. We didn’t have the money to cover our expenses, and these were daily expenses.

“We need to shut this Cook down.” I muttered, the boys nodding their head in agreeance, after being told they weren’t being paid.

“Got an address for one of their rumored cook houses.” Vod speaks up with a cigarette in his mouth. “Don’t know if it is their main one. But it’s worth a drive by.”

“Fuck that.” I snapped. “We’re blowing it up.

I then looked at Jacob, who had ridden in the early hours of this morning. How he expected to just take a year break from the club and still deserve a seat. I didn’t know. But I wasn’t in a position to kick him off the table either. I was acting president. Not the President.

“You were always good with explosives.” I looked at him. Jacob knew I was about to test him. He had to seriously pull his weight at the club.

He nodded his head. “I’ll do it. Vod can drive.” Jacob spoke like it was a matter of fact. He was a different man to the one I knew years ago.

I closed the meeting, the table emptying. It was sorted Jacob was blowing the meth lab up. At least I hoped it was one of their meth labs—and main earners.

“You spoken to your sister?” I asked Jacob, wondering how Autumn had taken his sudden appearance.

“Haven’t seen her.” He said off handed. Then locked eyes with me. “How far you want me to take this job?”

I leant back in my chair. “Execution shots Jacob. That’s how far I expect you to take it. Anyone comes running out of that Meth Lab not hurt—I expect them to be executed.”

I wanted to send a clear message and I had a feeling executing the cooks, perhaps even the cook himself—would result in their operation closing.

JACOB

I was aiming my gun at the entrance of the cookhouse, waiting for them to come running out. I had already thrown the bars of explosive from the windows. It was going to go up in flames within moments. My job was to kill any one that tried to get out.

If Cage had asked me a year ago, I wouldn’t have been able to do it.

Now.

I was the man they needed at the table.

A suited figure ran out of the building, and I became to spray bullets at their feet. Them dropping to the ground. Walking towards them, I was ready to pull the trigger and execute them.

When I paused.

I saw.

No.

It couldn’t be.

Through the face display. I swear that is. I lowered to my knees, pulling the helmet off. And my gut instinct was confirmed. It was Autumn.

Dragging her to her feet, knowing that the building was about to go up in flames. I dragged her to the car. Shoving her in.

I was about to execute my own fucking sister!

Slamming the door shut. Vod looked in the back seat, as surprised as I am. “Drive.” I growled.

Vod nodded his head and I turned to look at Autumn. “You’ve got some fucking explaining to do.” I said to her.

Cage was already ringing me, to confirm the job was done. What the hell had Autumn gotten herself into this time.

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