Page 24 of Cage's Ruin

“Fucking bring it on.” Lit said.

But I noticed how Jacob was quiet.

So by the end of the three hour meet up, we had settled on Autumn being back here, the war that was coming, and our normal table business handled. So when Hawk brought the hammer down. Things were sorted.

Getting up, I noticed how Jacob was staring at the table, quiet still.

Hawk noticed it too, and we exchanged a look. Finally Hawk gave me a nod to leave and by the seemsof it, he was going to have a word with Jacob.

I walked out and noticed an influx of members at the bar. Fuck it was only twelve. Then I caught sight of her blonde hair. Autumn.

The members were welcoming her back, and a few of them said, it was only because of me they stopped talking to her. Way to throw me under the fucking bus!

The crowd slowly parted, and I saw her sitting there with a fake smile on her face. She was acting like she was fine. But I knew she wasn’t. But how I was ever going to get her back to okay, I didn’t fucking know and perhaps if I had a heart that worked properly. Well that fact that Autumn would never be the same, would break it, however my heart was tainted and screwed the fuck up. So I was just thankful she was breathing, and I had her back.

Even if she wasn’t the same person.

AUTUMN

Decisions shape our lives, and choices make us who we become. As I sat here, staring at the stick. I knew I had to make a massive decision and it wasn’t mine to make on my own. The last month had gone by in a blur. With a war being called, the boys were anxious when it came to the safety of their family. So we were all locked down to the clubhouse.

I felt so out of place, but so at home at the same time—if that was even possible. I hated myself for starting this war. But Nate and Fate had stepped up with The Vultures. So two of the biggest underworld figures were fighting the Cartel.

I knew bodies were dropping and the guilt I felt around that was never ending. But nothing and I repeat nothing had anything on this moment as I looked down at the two lines on the pregnancy stick.

I was pregnant.

It was Cage’s and we weren’t ready for a child. Hell we hadn’t even been in a stable relationship. Fuck that, we weren’t really in a relationship now. We fucked, that was about it.

He wasn’t around to have a relationship with, and I knew that was partly my fault to be blamed. Because I was the one that started this war.

I went to light up a cigarette and stopped. My eyes dropping to my flat stomach. How the hell was I going to tell Cage? More importantly I knew I wasn’t capable of caring for a child, let alone a newborn. My lack of ability to feel made me in no shape to mother anything.

CAGE

One moment can define your character. I accelerated through the gears, chasing the hot rod down. The boys were right behind me and we were tearing up the streets of this city with this war. The police were left behind.

I pulled out my gun, and fired at the tires, the car come to a squealing halt and smashing into a buildings wall.

I slowed down and knew I couldn’t stop the police weren’t that far away. The boys came up behind me, and we fired round after round into the car, their bodies turning into pin cushions, with our bullets being the pins.

Taking off again hearing sirens. We were in black, on bikes we would be burning, and guns that had no numbers on them.

There was nothing linking us to these city crimes apart from that fact that. Everyone knew, including the police the Cartel and The Vultures were at war.

Weaving in and out of the traffic heading for the desert rural land where a van was waiting for us. We’d ditch the bikes, burn them. They weren’t our daily rides, just bikes we had lifted for tonight’s run down.

I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket but I couldn’t pull over and answer—so I kept fucking riding.

* * *

I didn’t want to fucking do it. Yet here I was, about to call the President and Founders blood of Hade’s Horsemen.

It wasn’t ideal.

However I was learning nothing was when it came to wars. The Cartel had declared war on us, for Autumn executing their right hand. But not just that—they were wanting to bury the Vultures club and wipe us out. We had manpower. But not the type that would go up against the Cartel.

Autumn had just informed me that Ash, who she cooked with, worked for the Cartel. Which made the unknown pieces of the puzzle to click into place.

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