All Chapters of Cage to Cage: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The door clicks shut behind me, and for a moment, I just stand there in the dark hallway. My lips still tingle, heat ghosting where his mouth had been. The air feels heavier now — like the walls themselves are holding their breath, waiting to see what I’ll do next. I move quietly back to my room. The corridor hums faintly with the low buzz of lights and faraway footsteps. By the time I reach my door, my pulse has almost steadied — until I see the shape waiting inside. Kade. He’s standing near the window, arms crossed, half in shadow. The tension in his shoulders is unmistakable. He turns when I shut the door behind me. “Where were you?” His voice is low, sharp, but there’s something else underneath it — worry. “I checked the hall. You were gone. I thought—” He cuts himself off, jaw flexing. “I thought you might’ve done something stupid.” I step past him, pretending calm. “I went to check on Vex.” The shift in his expression is instant — realization, then anger flickering behind

KADE POVThe sun’s barely up when I find myself back in the hospital wing.The halls are quiet — that sterile kind of quiet that feels more like guilt than peace. I haven’t slept. Every time I close my eyes, I see her — Brynn — the way she looked at me before I walked out. The way she said why, like I owed her an answer.I told myself I was angry at her.But it’s me I’m angry at.When I step into Vex’s room, he’s already awake. His sling is propped across his chest, his phone on the tray beside him. He looks pale, but still manages that same infuriating calm that’s followed him his whole damn life.“Morning,” I mutter.He glances up. “You look like shit.”“Right back at you.”He almost smiles — almost. “Doctor says I’ll be fine. Just need to take it easy.”I cross my arms, leaning against the wall. “Since when do you take it easy?”“Since someone decided to let me get shot,” he fires back.There’s no real heat behind it, but it lands anyway. I grit my teeth and let the silence stretch

KADE POVAjax didn’t die clean.He didn’t deserve to.Liam had him dragged into the dungeon beneath Tang Estate — wrists chained, lip split, blood crusted down his neck.He didn’t fight it. Didn’t need to. He thought he could talk his way out of anything.“Vex isn’t here to stop me,” I told him.He laughed.That was his first mistake.He thought because Vex was injured, I’d hesitate.That I’d be the reasonable one. The cleaner.He was wrong.⸻Liam caught Ajax himself — handed him over like a gift, told me and Vex to handle it however we saw fit. But Vex was still recovering, his shoulder stitched and bandaged, his temper held together by painkillers and willpower.So I went instead.Ajax didn’t even look scared at first.He smiled through the split in his lip and said, “Robert promised her to me.”The words hit harder than the gun ever could.Promised her.Brynn.The same Brynn who’d kissed me less than twenty-four hours before — soft and shaking and wrong in every possible way.Ajax

BRYNN POV Vex disappears down the hallway, his footsteps nearly silent against the stone floor. The villa settles into quiet—only the distant sound of waves breaking against the cliffside and the occasional murmur of security through earpieces remind me that peace here is manufactured. Controlled. As evening falls, the terraces come alive. Soft amber lights line the stone steps, the infinity pool glowing an impossible blue against the darkening sky. The entire place feels suspended between heaven and hell. A knock breaks the silence. Vex stands in the doorway, changed into a simple black shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows. No suit. No tie. Just him. And somehow that feels more dangerous. “I’ve had dinner arranged on the lower terrace,” he says, voice low, even. “If you’re hungry.” My eyes flick to his arm—still bandaged. He notices. “The doctor will be here tomorrow morning,” he offers before I can ask. “To check it.” I nod once and follow him out. The lower terrace is bath

BRYNN POVMorning arrives with relentless Mediterranean sunlight, pouring through the terrace doors like a spotlight I can’t escape. The scent of coffee and fresh pastries drifts through the villa — cruelly domestic for a place that feels anything but peaceful.Vex sits at the table outside, already dressed in a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms. His knuckles are bandaged.He looks up when I enter, his face carved into practiced neutrality.“Good morning.”His tone is polite, clipped — like we’re business partners sharing a meal after a deal gone bad.He gestures to the spread before him. “The doctor will be here at ten to check my arm.”I nod once, taking the seat across from him. I pour coffee, ignoring the food. Appetite doesn’t stand a chance against tension this thick.Vex watches me over the rim of his cup, eyes tracking my movements with a predator’s patience.He sets the cup down, the soft clink against porcelain unnaturally loud in the quiet.“You should eat s