Page 18 of Cage's Ruin

“Good. Don’t want her in the lifestyle.”

“She’s not pulling away from that. I mean. Is she even taking her meds?”

I drop the barrel hearing that and headed towards them. “What’s going on with Autumn?” I asked. Well more like demanded to know.

“Family business. Not Club business. Vice.” Hawk pointed out trying to pull rank on me.

“Autumn breathing is my main concern.” I wasn’t going to lie and say I didn’t have feelings for her. I fucking loved her. So I wasn’t standing here, going to back down.

I knew I wasn’t going to get answers out of them. So I walked away. Pulling the phone out of my pocket and calling Autumn.

AUTUMN

Danger. Some have the stomach for it. Others don’t. Some gamble with their lives. In my case I gambled with my heart. I know I always play with fire and get burnt, but it doesn’t stop me from going back for more.

When given two choices. I realized I could self-destroy myself. Or, move on—well at least try to move on.

Logan and I were strictly fuck buddies.

I learnt what happens when you give someone your heart, they take to it with a hammer. Looking Logan up and down, he was cooking breakfast, cracking a smirk over his shoulder as he saw me approach.

I walked towards him, and he abandons the fry pan, and kissedme. His lips numb the side of me that is fighting with who I’m becoming. That is trying to melt the ice. But I would rather feel nothing, then feel something—rather be numb then have a bleeding heart.

Logan’s lips leave mine, and he looked into my eyes. “You know you can leave clothes here babe.”

I force a smile. But know I will never do such a thing. I check my phone from my clutch, seeing miss calls from Cage. Then messages.

Where are you? Waited all night for you.His message said.

“You alright babe?” Logan says.

I glance from the phone to Logan, and then my fingers dash across the screen.

Find a new booty call.I replied and then turned my phone on do not disturb.

I felt colder cutting him off like that. Because a part of me would have settled to be his booty call. Have some of him, then none of him. However now. I didn’t even feel an inch of guilt after cutting him off.

Logan kissed my cheek and I knew in that moment. I was freed from The Vultures completely because my heart was no longer trapped there. My heart was free—and emptied of emotion.

AUTUMN

I had a problem and it wasn’t hanging out with the Crows MC. It was the whiskey that I was throwing back all the time. I was sitting outside with Logan, watching a prospect hold his first gun.

He had terrible form. He had one terrible grip as well.

Listening and hearing Logan getting frustrated teaching. I got up, kicking the prospects leg back, putting him in a better form. Then I gripped the gun, moving his hand.

“Now. Just pretend it's your life or theirs.” I said simply. Everyone giving me an odd look, as I returned to the chair, grabbing my leather jacket.

“Who showed you how to grip a gun?” Logan asks. Not having any judgement in his voice.

“My step-dad.”

“Hawk doesn’t take me as the man that would teach a girl how to handle a gun.”

“Well he made sure his daughter did.” I reply, feeling as cold as the words I just said. Just touching that gun brought back memories of the day I killed my mother. She was always on my mind. I picked the club over her. The club threw me out in the end.

Checking the time. I know I can’t be late for the family dinner. End of the day guilt was a useless emotion. I couldn’t undo what I did. I couldn’t bring my mother back.

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