Page 89 of Darkness

“Oh, that's an easy one. Me.” And there's the answer I was worried about. Fuck.

Not letting him know he's affected me, I stand up straight. “You touch Autumn before the two weeks, your son's head will be delivered to you in a box.”

“No one will touch her. I can't stop him talking to her, but no one will touch her.” Yang shrugs his shoulders, as he walks back around the table.

“Any harm comes to her, your son's head will be delivered to you within an hour,” I mention again. Making sure he knows I’m not fucking around here.

“We will see you in two weeks. Mr. Cain.”

Without another word, I leave his office, and the moment we step outside of his house, and I'm confident no one can hear us.

“No one talks until we get back to the office. Don't fucking trust Yang bugging the car while we were inside there.”

Fuck! This is not what I thought would happen. Autumn in The Pit, and a fight with Yang. Shit.

I pace the office thinking about our meeting with Yang, it’s all mind games, something he’s fucking good at. Miles and Declan are down here too, I think Mason rang them to let them know we were on our way up to the office.

As I continue to pace the office, all I can hear in the background is Lincoln telling me Rowan has done some kickboxing training and probably MMA fighting which means he knows how to fight. Hayden's talking about how old Yang is and probably can't fight. And Uncle David is constantly telling me that two weeks is not long enough to recover, something I already know.

The only good piece of information I got was Lincoln telling me Rowan knows how to fight which is fine. I'm not worried about Rowan doing any damage to me, unless he's fighting me second. Then maybe he will do some damage. If I fight Yang first, he will take all my energy from me, if I win that fight, I’ll be happy to fucking walk out of The Pit.

“Cain!” Lincoln shouts.

“What?” I turn around to Lincoln.

“Your mom's downstairs. She's on her way up.”

Oh, for fuck sake, she’s the last person I want to be talking to considering the mood I’m in.

“Just tell her to come upstairs.” Walking away from him, I slam my hand against the elevator button. All I want to do is see Autumn. She's probably been worried about this meeting, and I'm downstairs listening to everybody give me information which means nothing to me.

I leave Lincoln in the office, he can bring mom up himself. I'm in this fucking mess because she couldn't be bothered to trust the family.

As the doors open to my apartment, I lay eyes on Autumn, and she runs over to me, giving me a hug. Her body slams into my chest making the wounds on my chest hurt, but I keep that to myself. Because right now, all I want to do is have her in my arms. This is all I need right now, her calmness around me, telling me everything is going to be okay.

I messaged Doc to tell him to be here within the next ten minutes to check on my wounds. I feel the burning pain around the wounds, so he should be walking through the door any second now.

“What happened?” Autumn asks.

“I will tell you everything, I promise. I haven't even had the chance to tell Miles or Declan anything yet, but I need him.” I point to the door which opens to the elevator, and it's Doc. “Just to check my wounds, because they’re hurting.” I reassure Autumn because she takes a step back to look at my chest to make sure I’m not hurt.

Right behind Doc is Lincoln and Mom. Mom's talking about something in her coffee shop, not really paying much attention, I take my shirt off and throw it onto the table.

Doc shakes his head.

“What?” I snap at him.

“Cain, you were shot only three days ago. Take it easy. These aren't going to heal.” Doc wipes a cold cloth over my wound which makes me flinch.

“Told you,” I hear Uncle David behind me.

“He's not listening.” Hayden puts his opinion in there.

“What happened?” I hear my mom shriek.

I glance over at Aunt Jane, because I'm not in the mood to talk to mom. I'm hoping she will go over and talk to her instead for me, and as if Aunt Jane can read my mind she walks over to mom.

If Mom thinks I'm going to be an open book for her, I'm not. I'm trying my best to get on with her, and if I can just put The Pit behind me, then I'm fine, but until then I can’t. Before I used to go to Logan's games because I thought I would give everyone a chance, like Grandad wanted, but it’s not working. I’m finding it so hard to forgive and forget.

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