All Chapters of Cage to Cage: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

BRYNNS POV: "Fuck where did she go?"I walk into a club downtown. I've never been to a bar, let alone a place where women are serving drinks topless. My eyes wander around looking for my step sister Jessie. I see a blonde in a red dress go into a closed off area. That has to be her. I run after her. "JESSIE!" I scream. But she doesn't turn around.A blood purple curtain hits me in the face as I enter a room in the back. There's smaller rooms with the same blood purple curtain for each room. Some of the curtains are closed and some open. Women dancing on men. Some moans coming from other rooms. I shield me eyes and just keep looking. "Jessie? You bitch! Come out right now this isn't funny!" we have never really gotten along, but since I escaped my step father's imprisonment, she's been helping me find a new life. I was promised to Ajax Moretti, Jessie's crush. So she was more than happy to get me out of the picture. My step father Robert Mason is mafia boss of the eastern terr

BRYNN POV The way he says “alone” makes me shiver down my spine and not in the good way. But I opt to tell the truth. Realizing he’s not going to let it go. Trying to just make it to my stop safely. Survival, it’s all I’ve known. His face close to mine, I turn away to the window. “I went out with my stepsister and her friends. They took me downtown and left me in another club. We don’t get along much so it’s no surprise that she would leave me in a city I don’t know. I started walking home when I thought I saw her walking into your club. So I followed.” “I walked through looking for her. I thought I saw her enter through the curtain, I followed. I checked every room, not a fan of your business by the way, and couldn’t find her. I found an empty room to order an Uber. But that’s when you pervertedly pushed your chest against my back” I see his expression shifts subtly—calculation replacing amusement. He studies your face like he's reading between lines you didn't know y

BRYNN POV Your assistant holds the door, her professional smile faltering slightly at the sight of your visitor. Vex enters your office with the casual confidence of someone who owns every room he walks into. He's traded last night's leather for a tailored charcoal suit that probably costs more than your monthly rent. The tattoos peeking from his collar and cuffs somehow make the formal attire more threatening, not less. “Thank you, Mira. That will be all.” Your assistant hesitates, looking between you and Vex before reluctantly closing the door. Vex approaches your desk, placing a sleek portfolio on its surface. His eyes take in your office—noting exits, windows, the photos on your desk—before settling on you. “Ms. Mason. I believe we have some unfinished business.” Vex settles into the chair opposite your desk without being invited, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. I stare at the man sitting across from me “No you have unfinished business, and are

BRYNN POV I hit the button to my private elevator…. Slipping out the back and entering the car. The car door opens before you reach it. Kade—Vex’s driver from last night—nods curtly as you slide into the backseat. Vex sits opposite you, phone in hand, eyes cold with focus. He's shed his suit jacket, revealing a holstered pistol beneath his arm. “Cutting it close, Ms. Mason.” The car pulls away as a second man—broad-shouldered with a military haircut—exits the building's back door, scanning the parking lot. Vex watches him through tinted windows. “Mantis is moving faster than expected. They must be desperate.” He slides his gun from its holster, checking it with practiced efficiency before returning it. Change of plans. We're accelerating our timeline. His eyes meet yours, dark and unyielding. “Hope you didn't have plans tonight.” Plans tonight. Shit I have a date. My face doesn’t faulter. Not wanting to catch a glimpse of what’s on my mind. “Nope. No plans.” Vex stud

VEX POV My face so close to hers I can smell her shampoo. She takes a step away from me. This girl, resisting me, does something feral to me. “Of course not…” she says, breaking my thought. I turn back to the screens, tapping one to enlarge a blueprint of a mansion. “The gala is our way in. I need you to get me into Robert's study. Third floor, east wing. He keeps a safe behind the Monet.” “You've been surviving on your own all this time. No family money. Right under their noses.” My expression shifts, there’s a mutual respect for her… ambitions. I pour two glasses of whiskey, offering Brynn one. I intentionally graze her finger as she takes it from me. Her expression doesn’t change at my touch. She’s… intriguing. “Maybe you're more useful than I thought.” I smirk. BRYNN POV *My mind drifts back to a memory* 5 years old my stepdad showing me his safe. “One day you’ll help step daddy with the family business” touching my face with the barrel of the gun. Turning to t