LOGINAs the evening rush began, the air grew thick with the smell of expensive cigars and cheap adrenaline. The cage was being prepped for the night's main event, the steel bars gleaming under the harsh spotlights.I was polishing a glass when I felt a presence behind me. Not the casual approach of a customer, but the heavy, focused pressure of someone who owned the space."Break," Cain’s voice commanded.Tess didn't even blink. She just pointed toward the storage room. "Ten minutes, Em. Don't get locked in."I stepped into the narrow hallway, the dim light flickering overhead. Before I could turn around, a large, calloused hand slammed against the wall beside my head, pinning me in place. Cain was so close I could feel the heat of his chest through his shirt."You're shaking," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that settled deep in my stomach."I'm not," I lied, though my breath was coming in short, jagged gasps.His other hand came up, his thumb grazing the line of my jaw with a ligh
I didn’t sleep for hours after I got home. Instead, I lay on my bed, staring straight up at the ceiling, the distinct memory of Cain’s hand pressing against my neck feeling like a physical brand burned into my skin. My thoughts turned to Nicole. I pictured the exact way Cain had looked at her during the day, comparing it to the intense focus he'd locked onto me in the office. The absolute complication of it all settled over my chest like a blanket, making my breathing short and shallow.I rolled over onto my left side, pulling my pillow tight against me. The total silence of my bedroom felt far too empty, a harsh contrast to the chaotic noise that filled the bar’s walls. My lips still held the faint taste of Cain; salt and worn leather. My skin still remembered the sudden shift in his posture, the precise second he had let go of the rigid control he spent every waking minute maintaining, and I couldn’t help but want him to lose it again.When I finally drifted into a shallow, fitfu
Cain's hand slid from the wall to the back of my neck. His fingers settled there with a quiet certainty that stole the last of the air from my lungs.I didn't move. I wasn't sure I could.His forehead hovered only inches from mine. Close enough that I could feel the warmth of every uneven breath. Close enough that I could see the conflict burning behind his eyes.The anger was gone, and something far more dangerous had taken its place.My pulse pounded so hard it echoed in my ears. "Cain..." I breathed, his name barely escaping my lips.A warning, a plea…maybe both?His eyes searched my face as though looking for one reason to stop. I couldn't give him one.For one suspended heartbeat, neither of us moved.The music from the bar faded into the background until all I could hear was the sound of our breathing filling the small office, then he lowered his head. The moment our lips met, everything else in the room vanished. The argument. The club. The rules. His mouth was hot and demandi
Nicole flopped back into her leather chair and crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "Dad."Cain leaned his frame against the edge of his oak desk. The lamp on the corner threw hard shadows across his face, making him look even more intimidating than usual."What?" he growled out, his posture entirely unyielding."You realize Logan was being annoying on purpose," she muttered, rolling her eyes.Cain reeled on her so fast even I jumped. "I don't give a rat's ass, Nicole."The room went dead silent. His voice never rose. It didn't have to."You damaged the president's son's motorcycle," he stated flatly, his dark eyes narrowing into slits.Nicole opened her mouth to defend herself.Cain cut her off immediately with a sharp gesture. "You ran.""Dad..." she pleaded."You ran," he repeated, his jaw tightening until a muscle ticked violently under his skin. "Do you have any idea how bad this could've gotten?"Nicole's shoulders stiffened against the leather cushions. "It wasn't that seri
As I stepped inside the office, the heavy lock sliding into place felt final, cutting off the rowdy noise of the cage room entirely. Nicole dropped hard into one of the leather chairs across from Cain's desk and immediately started fidgeting. Her fingers tapped frantically against the armrest while her knee bounced.She looked absolutely everywhere except at Cain.Cain remained standing, and that single choice somehow made the atmosphere ten times worse. The wide oak desk sat between them like a tactical battlefield. I stayed near the door, my spine pressed flat against the wood frame.The small room smelled faintly of worn leather, black coffee, and industrial motor oil.A single desk lamp cast a warm glow across messy stacks of paperwork and club ledgers.Nobody spoke a single word, and the silence stretched out thin between their frames."I said I was sorry," Nicole finally cracked first under the heavy weight of the quiet.Cain stared down at her. He wasn't angry, and he wasn't ye
The drive from and back to Cagers was suffocating. It wasn't a peaceful quiet, and it damn sure wasn't a comfortable quiet. The crushing atmosphere made every single shift of leather on the seats unnaturally loud.Cain drove, his hands locked tightly at ten and two.I sat rigid in the passenger seat, my breathing shallow.Nicole sat in the back seat, and for once in her reckless life, my best friend looked genuinely nervous. The marina faded completely into the background while the town rolled past in jagged streaks of neon signs and yellow streetlights. The black ocean sat dead beyond the storefronts, completely hidden beneath drifting sheets of thick coastal fog.Nobody spoke a single word. At least not for the first five minutes of the torture. Then Nicole made the absolute mistake of trying to break the ice."I said I was sorry," she muttered, her voice cracking slightly against the glass window.Cain's hands tightened visibly around the leather steering wheel. That was his entire
Cain stepped toward the cage door, toward me, and every instinct I had screamed to leave before he reached me. To turn around, to walk back through the hallway, and pretend I’d never opened the door in the first place, because whatever this place was, I didn’t belong in it. No where even close to i
EmeryThe first thing I heard was bone, not the music, though it pounded hard enough to vibrate through the walls and into the handle beneath my hand. Not the laughter echoing from within the building, nor the guttural sounds of men drinking and conversing loudly. Bone…a sharp crack that sliced thr
EmeryThe next night, the cage room felt even more dangerous.Tess glanced up from stocking liquor bottles behind the bar when I came in wearing the fitted black Cagers shirt she’d tossed at me earlier.“Well,” she muttered, dragging her eyes over me once. “That’s gonna be a problem.”I frowned sli
“I didn’t know there was fighting back here,” I mumbled.His gaze slid briefly toward the cage again before returning to me. “Most people hear what’s happening back here and walk the other direction.”“Most people?” I asked.A faint huff left him, a sound that wasn’t quite a laugh. “Yeah.”Behind h







