Page 21 of Cage's Ruin

“The bastard living in this house owes us.” Fate said turning the car off. Looking back at me. “He ratted on us. On our gym operation. He is the reason you did that time. And we are about to correct it.”

I lit up a cigarette. Accepting the fact that the boys were able to do something, a lot of people would have problems with.

They got out, and minutes passed. I don’t know how long. I was on my second cigarette by the time I cracked the car door open and got out.

Looking at the house a numbness I couldn’t explain still coated every blood vessel in my body. Was it possible to stop feeling? Was it possible to shut emotions off? Because that was exactly how I felt when I opened the door, using the sleeve of my jumper. I was already in the mindset that there couldn’t be fingerprints.

Scanning the room. Nate had the man standing there, clearly beaten from Fate’s fists.

“Was it him?” I asked. And all three pairs of eyes went to me.

“Please I have a family”

“Was it him?” I questioned again.

“It was.” Fate answered my question.

I didn’t even give it another thought. I picked up the gun. I wrapped my hand around the Glock that was on the coffee table.

“Please I have a—” And I pulled the fucking trigger. His body slumping. The whole time not one emotion flooded my body. Not one regret. Not one care that he had a family. I looked at Nate and Fate, who were in shock.

Blood spray from being so close, across my face and clothes.

“Let’s go.” I look between the two of them.

Nate was speechless. Fate however clicked gears.

“Nah need to get the body to disappear so he goes under a missing person report.” Fate looked at me, with something in his eyes—pride?

“Nate. Take Autumn home. I’ll handle this. God knows it's my specialty.” Fate took over, while Nate ushered for me to move.

Not one emotion surfaced in my body. Wasn’t I meant to feel something? Wouldn’t killing a life, cause something to stir inside you? I got into the car, Nate pulling away from the house. And I didn’t even wipe the blood off my face—all I could think was what was happening to me?

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Walking into Hawk’s house. I was on autopilot. No bike in the driveway meant he wasn’t here. Which meant I could clean myself up, act like I hadn’t just taken a life. But then again. I felt no different after shooting that man. I didn’t feel colder, or even an ounce of guilt.

What was wrong with me? Ran through my head again.

Opening the bedroom door. My eyes land on Cage. A cigarette glowing in his hand. He brought it to his mouth, inhaling and then exhaling. Before getting up, flicking on the bedside lamp.

I didn’t even fully register that Cage was there. All I could think was how did I stop feeling anything? How did I just turn off? More importantly, how do you feel again?

“Autumn what the fuck happened!”

I snap back into the moment. Blinking. Was he looking at me like I was a murder scene? Then the fact that I was sprayed with blood, came to mind.

“What’s happened?” He cups my face. Demanding answers. Fear mixed with panic washed through his eyes.

I don’t say a word. I don’t defend myself. I don’t say I just killed someone. No I just stand here, looking at him. Knowing one thing.

“You should leave.” I said tightly, meaning every word. “I’m trouble Cage. Because I have nothing to live for and nothing to die for.” Perhaps that was my problem? “You need to go.”

If he was smart, he would leave the burning wreck I am—he would go in the opposite direction.

I blinked a few more times, watching him slip his hand into mine, looking at me, like I was something special to him.

Leading me to the bathroom. He begins to strip me. And I just move when required. So this is what it felt like to be cold hearted. To be switched off from emotion. The next thing I knew Cage was pulling me into the shower. But I couldn’t get out of my head.

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