Cage (Corps Security #2)
Harper Sloan
“Greg Cage.” I bark into my phone. I’ve been sitting outside of the damn ultrasound place for the last thirty-minutes. Of course, the actual parents are running late. Those two can’t keep their hands off of each other.
God, I want that.
“Hello?”
“Yeah, Cage. It’s Derrick.” The knot in my stomach grows. This motherfucker has been nothing but a headache for the last two years.
“News?” I don’t have time for this bullshit today.
“Um, yes?”
“Derrick, I do not have the patience for this right now. You called me for a reason, and I swear to Christ, it better be a good one. Has that slimy motherfucker finally slipped up?” I’ve had Derrick, a local cop, keeping tabs on my ex-brother-in-law for the last two years, ever since Simon married another innocent woman. I know there is something going on there, but I haven’t been able to get a speck of dirt on that asshole. Grace would be sick if she knew how deep my need for vengeance runs.
“Um, yeah… that’s why I’m calling, Cage. I just don’t know how you’re going to handle this news.” Derrick might be a stand up kind of guy, but in times like this, I just want to punch him in his pretty boy face.
“What. Is. It?” I see Axel’s truck pulling into the parking lot, and I know I need to be off this phone before Izzy sees me. I love her, but the second she senses my stress, she won’t stop until she has some answers. I refuse to cloud her happiness right now.
“It’s about his wife Sofia. Well, you see… there was an accident last night.”
“Fuck…” I hiss.
Just like Grace. Just like my beautiful sister.
“Please fucking tell me that there is something that ties his ass to this.” There has to be. The coincidence is just too fucking much.
“That’s just it. The accident. I wasn’t on call last night, so this is all second hand until I get into the station…shit.” I know this won’t be good, I just know it. “Sofia made it long enough to be transported, but they called it shortly after she arrived at the hospital.” He talks a deep breath before continuing, the whole time my stomach turning to stone. “She was DOA, Cage.”
I see Izzy’s big, blinding smile through the window of the car, and my heart lightens a little.
“I need to go. You keep me fucking posted. I don’t mean every now and then either. I want to know every fucking detail, you got that?”
“Yeah, Cage. I understand.”
When I hear him click off the line, I shove my phone in my pocket and get ready to greet Izzy. I see her walking up to me, her small stomach rounded with her progressing pregnancy. I can’t help but smile.
The unease I feel from Derrick’s call is still eating me but I shove it aside and wrap my arms around Izzy in greeting. “You ready, Baby Girl?” She looks up at me with the biggest smile, and I remember how easy it is for her to be so important to me. Grace would have loved her.
Her blinding smile, so full of love and happiness helps to wipe away all the webs of distress that have just fallen all over me.
Life moves on.
Now I just need to figure out how to forget that motherfucker Simon Wagner.
(A little over a year later)
The sound of my headboard slapping heavy against the wall is almost loud enough to drown out the insistent ringing of my cell phone.
“Fuck,” I snarl. Pulling my hand from the slender wrist I have bound behind this chick’s back, I reach over and snatch the phone off my side table. “Don’t speak.” I bite out, feeling her pussy clamp tight around my dick. This chick loves when I boss her around.
“Cage,” I answer, thrusting my hips forward and locking down hard. My breathing is coming in quick bursts, showing me just how hard I have been taking her. “Hello?”
“Uhh, G?” Izzy’s soft voice comes through the line. Fuck. This is not how I need to answer the phone to her. She has been like my sister for the last four years.
“Yeah, give me a second, Baby Girl.” Muting the phone, I pull my rock hard dick from Mandy’s tight body and slap her ass, hard.
“Go get cleaned up. Play time is over.” If looks could kill, I would be dead on the floor right now.
“Are you kidding me?” She rolls over, and with a huff, crosses her arms over her large and very fake tits.
“Not kidding, Mandy. Don’t have time for your shit either. You know what this is, and I didn’t make any promises earlier.”
“Do you think that just once, you could actually act like you want me around?” She pouts.
I level her with a look of my own and roll off the bed, stripping my dick of the condom, and throwing it in the trash before walking out of the bedroom.
Once I get into the office, I unmute and take a deep breath before I speak. “Izzy, sorry. What’s up?”
“I’m so sorry, G! I didn’t think you would be… busy.” I might have believed her if it weren’t for her soft laughter.