Page 26 of Cage

“Yeah, I’m gonna order somethin’.” She laughs, and it’s beautiful.

“That isn’t feeding me. That’s cheating.”

“No, it’s not. It’s still food.” I almost crack a smile at her.

“Fine. I’ll take what I can get.” I chuckle as I walk her back up to the clubhouse and find our way inside. I pull out my phone and call in an order for the two of us. The rest of them are on their own this time.

We head to the bar and grab some drinks before getting comfortable on the couch. That’s when Twitch walks in. He has his phone in his hand, smirking at the screen. He types something, and that’s when shit hits the fan.

All of our phones begin going off with a message. I slide my phone out as the others do the same, pulling up the message. A few gasps can be heard, and some, oh shits. Then I click on the message, and a video opens. My teeth clench as I watch what’s happening on the screen. I tilt my head, watching the video as it plays. The more I see, the harder I grind my teeth to the point of pain.

I can’t believe what I’m seeing or the date on the recording. It was taken when I was on the run. At least, that’s what the timestamp says. Anger courses through my veins as I shove to my feet and glance around the room. All the guys eye me, but it’s Twitch who looks happy with himself. I storm toward him, holding the phone up.

“What the fuck is this?”

“A friend sent it to me. Figured you’d want to see that,” he says, grinning.

“What friend?”

“Does it matter?”

“You sent it to everyone. Why?”

“They all need to see what kind of whore she is, Prez. You don’t need someone like that in your life,” he says, his grin falling now.

I step back and look around at the guys once more before turning to look at her. How the fuck could she have done this? She told me she was working the whole time I was gone. Apparently, running ink wasn’t the only thing she was doing. Not according to this video, anyway. It’s her. And some fucking guy. She’s getting fucked right there on the screen. I can’t believe it. How could she do this to me? After all the shit I’ve done for her?

“Get the fuck up and get the hell out of my clubhouse,” I roar at her. The bottle of beer is pressed to her lips before she slowly lowers and looks around, confused.

“What?”

“Get out, Yenni. Get the fuck outta here!” I scream louder this time. She stands to her feet, setting the bottle on the floor at her feet before stepping up in front of me.

“What’s going on?”

“I want you gone,” I tell her.

“What the hell happened, Cage?” I spin the phone around and press play allowing her to watch herself on the screen. Her face pales before she shakes her head, and I move. I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze.

“I’ll count to ten. And if you aren’t outta here, I will take you out. You get me?” She opens her mouth, and I squeeze harder. I don’t want to hear any excuses she has to give me. Nothing, not a single thing she can say, will fix this. She was with someone else.

“That’s old, Cage. At least five years ago,” she says as I release my hold on her.

“You’re a liar. It shows the goddamn date, Yenni! Get the fuck outta here before I lose it.” She doesn’t move. She shakes her head, pressing her palm to my chest. I nearly explode. I don’t want her touching me right now. I don’t want her anywhere near me. She’s a fucking liar. She lied to me. How could she? I never even touched another bitch while I was with her. Hell, I barely even looked at one, and she could do this to me? Fuck her.

When she doesn’t move, I grab her wrist and shove her back until her back hits the wall roughly. I lean down, getting right in her face.

“You lied to me. You fucked me over.”

“I didn’t.”

“You did! It’s right there on that video, you lyin’ whore. I let you have your way. I let you fuckin’ do your thing, and this is how you repay me?” Anger seeps through my veins, my blood boiling. I could snap her neck so easily right now. I could end her. And maybe I should. Maybe I shouldn’t let her walk out of this clubhouse.

“I could kill you right now. No one would care. No one would look for you. No one even knows you’re fuckin’ with me but my brothers, and they ain’t tellin’ nothin’.” It’s a threat, and she should take it as that.

“I didn’t do anything, Cage.” Tears spring to her eyes, which I don’t typically see with her. She isn’t a crier.

“You make me fuckin’ sick, Yenni. Here I thought you were different. I thought we could be somethin’, and then you had to go and ruin that shit. You have to fuck me over.”

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