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Cage
I pound my fists against the punching bag until my knuckles bleed and ache. Then I ignore the pain and keep going. I have too much pent-up energy to sit around doing nothing.
I can’t stop thinking about her. I can’t stop seeing the fucking look on her face. She didn’t seem to care that she lied to me. I may have had a gun to her head, but I would have never pulled the trigger. The thoughts of her face linger in my mind, and I can’t seem to shake them.
“You’re gonna break your knuckles,” Knight says as he and Ridge walk into the weight room.
“Don’t give a fuck,” I growl.
“Why don’t you just go get her?”
“Go get her? A cheatin’ whore? I don’t fuckin’ think so.” I go back to punching the bag like my life depends on it. I’m pissed that she would do that to me, to us. I may not be the best man for her or even good to her, but she cared about me, and I cared about her. Fuck this is messed up.
“You know that for a fact?” Ridge asks.
“You saw the video and the date on it,” I tell him.
“Could have been faked,” Knight adds.
“Why would it be faked? Huh? What’s the point?”
“I don’t know. Why not send that shit off to Mystic and let him tear it apart?” he asks. I shrug.
“Go for it. I don’t really give a shit what you do with it. She’s gone now.”
“And you miss her. It’s been two days, Cage, and you’ve been in this weight room poundin’ that bag,” he reminds me. I lower my hands and turn to face him now.
“What the fuck is your point?”
“We have guns to distribute,” he states. Fuck, I know I have work to do, but I can’t stop thinking about her. About slitting her throat, holding her. Fucking her, keeping her. It’s bullshit, and I know it. I shouldn’t feel a damn thing but anger toward her for what she did.
“Fine. Set it up with Vernelli. I’ll fuckin’ deliver it myself,” I tell him.
“You think you’re in the right head space to do that?”
“You come in here fuckin’ bitchin’ at me, and now you ask me that? What the fuck do you want from me, Ridge? Knight?” I look between the two of them, pissed off at the world. What do they want me to do?
“We want our fuckin’ Prez to do his job,” Knight snaps at me. I nod my head before scrubbing my hand over my face.
“I’m good now. I just needed to get it out,” I reply, even though it’s a lie. I can’t get her out of my goddamn head, and it’s making me insane.
“Good. I’ll call Vernelli.” With that, Knight turns and leaves the room, leaving Ridge.
“You sure this is how you wanna handle things?”
“It’s handled, yeah? She’s gone.”
“I know you cared about her, Cage.”
“It means nothin’, and we both know it.”
“No, it means somethin’. I just don’t know what.”
“Look, Ridge, I get it. The guys are worried, but there isn’t anything for you to worry about. I’m the same motherfucker I’ve always been. I got this,” I reassure him. I don’t plan on sitting here sharing fucking feelings with his ass. I don’t plan on telling him how I feel.
“Okay. If you say you’re good,” he adds.
