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Caged Mind
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Cage to Cage Brynn’s Choices
BRYNN POVVex doesn’t say a word when he pulls his phone out.He steps a few feet away, voice low, controlled—professional in the way men get when they’re holding something together with sheer force of will.“Cleanup,” he says. “Warehouse on Fifth. One body. Discreet.”A pause.“Yes. Full sweep.”He ends the call and turns back to me like nothing about the world has shifted—like there isn’t a man dead on the concrete because I finally chose myself.My stomach twists.I don’t look at Ivan again.I don’t need to.⸻The ride back to the mansion is quiet.Not awkward.Not tense.Just… heavy.Kade sits across from me, his knee angled toward mine, close enough that I feel the heat through the space between us. He doesn’t touch me—not yet—but he’s there. Present. Steady. Watching me like he’s memorizing every breath I take.Vex sits beside me, one arm stretched along the back of the seat, not caging me in, just… available.No one tells me what to do.No one asks me to explain.And that, some
Cage to Cage Caged Mind
BRYNN POVNoise comes back first.Not sound—pressure.Like the world is squeezing in around my skull, every thought trying to occupy the same inch of space.My hands are shaking.I don’t remember telling them to stop being still.I stare at them like they belong to someone else—fingers flexing, curling, deadly in ways my body understands even if my mind doesn’t.Neutralize.The word still echoes, sharp and clean, like it was etched into bone.No emotion attached.No choice.Just execution.Except now there’s something else.A crack.Vex’s voice threads through the static, low and rough and wrong in a way that hurts.You chose us.My chest tightens.Chosen.That word doesn’t fit the framework in my head. There’s no protocol for it. No command tree. No outcome calculation.Ivan shifts behind me, and my skin crawls.That reaction shouldn’t exist.Fear isn’t efficient.My breathing stutters anyway.“You’re destabilizing,” Ivan says, sharp now. No amusement. His hand hovers close—too close
Cage to Cage What is left?
VEX POVGone.That’s the word my mind keeps circling, like if I look at it from enough angles, it’ll change.It doesn’t.Brynn stands six feet away from me, breathing evenly, shoulders squared, weight balanced on the balls of her feet like she’s waiting for a command.Not a person.A weapon.Ivan’s fingers flex once at her lower back, a subtle reminder of control.“Lower your guns,” he says mildly. “She’ll interpret sudden aggression as a threat vector.”I don’t move.Neither does Kade.My men hesitate—trained, disciplined—but uncertain. They feel it too. The wrongness of her stillness. The way her eyes don’t see us.“Brynn,” I say.Her gaze shifts to me instantly.Not recognition.Target acquisition.My chest tightens.Ivan’s mouth curves. “See? Perfect alignment.”I force my voice steady. “You don’t have to do this.”She tilts her head a fraction.Processing.Ivan chuckles. “Careful, Vex. Contradiction without grounding causes instability.”I ignore him and step forward slowly, lowe
Cage to Cage Activated
VEX POV The mansion feels wrong the second we step inside. Not abandoned. Not forgotten. Paused. The air still carries the faint scent of polish and old money, like the house is holding its breath, waiting for someone who’s never coming back. The lights flick on at my command, illuminating marble floors and vaulted ceilings that once watched Brynn walk these halls believing this place was her prison. Robert Mason was many things. A monster. A manipulator. A thief. But he was also meticulous. Which means if Brynn is gone—truly gone—he left something behind. “Split up,” I order quietly. Kade nods, already moving toward the west wing. “Office first. He’d never leave anything important anywhere else.” I head for the study. The door sticks when I push it open, wood warped slightly with age. Inside, the room is exactly as I remember it from the few times I’d been forced to sit across from Robert Mason and pretend civility. Dark shelves. Leather-bound books. A massive desk p
Cage to Cage Controlled and Uncontrollable
BRYNN POV The door opens again. I feel it before I hear it—my body tightening, breath going shallow, muscles coiling like they’re anticipating something my mind still can’t name. He steps inside. The same man. The same calm. The same wrongness. I lift my head, heart pounding. “You didn’t answer me.” He closes the door behind him, the click final, deliberate. “You didn’t ask the right question.” I swallow. “Then ask it for me.” He studies me for a long moment, eyes dark and intent, like he’s memorizing my face all over again. Not hunger. Not cruelty. Ownership. “You asked why you don’t remember me,” he says quietly. My pulse spikes. “Yes.” “Because Robert didn’t just erase memories,” he continues. “He dismantled a life.” Cold spreads through my chest. “You were his,” I say, forcing the words out. “You keep saying that like it means something.” “It means everything,” he replies. He moves closer, stopping just out of reach. I can smell him now—clean, sharp, familiar in
Cage to Cage Buried
“I remember,” I whisper.The words sit between us, heavy and real.Every memory is there—settled, sharp, intact. Vex’s voice in my ear. Kade’s hand steady on my back. The weight of silk and blood at the wedding. Salt air and sun on bare skin during the honeymoon. Love, violence, loyalty, power.All of it.I lift my head fully now, testing the ache in my neck, the pull of the ropes at my wrists.“I remember everything,” I say again, firmer this time. “So why is it that I don’t remember you?”The man across from me doesn’t answer right away.He watches me.Not like someone waiting for a confession.Like someone checking a system status.A flicker crosses his face—not surprise, not anger.Satisfaction.“That part,” he says calmly, leaning back in his chair, “is still locked.”Cold slides down my spine.My pulse kicks harder, but my body doesn’t panic. It should. I’m tied to a chair in a concrete room with a man I can’t place, can’t read, can’t remember.Instead, my muscles stay ready. Co
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