Cain.Aunty Pam appears at my door that morning, a nylon in her hold and apart from the formal greeting, she refuses to say a word or even tell me why she's here. "Come in. " I say, making space for her already. Thankfully, I sent Damien away earlier, but not without blowing his nose. Found out the bastard had actually approached me with the intention to steal the ring. The bastard could've even killed me for it if he was harmed. I close the door after her and turn to her. She steps closer and sighs, "Are you still angry?" She asks reluctantly and I raise my brows at that. "I'm not angry, aunty Pam." At least, not anymore. She simply said what she thought and it did a good deal to better my messed up mood than the mediation exercise could've. A smile immediately finds its way to her lips and she stretches out the nylon to me, "Happy anniversary, Cain Hudson. "It takes me a moment not to be so emotional and collect it. I open it up, curious enough as to know what it's in but when I

Jude. Halfway into the drive, I turn to look at Cain who hasn't said a single word ever since then to ask if he'd like to take a break or have lunch now. I find him sleeping, his head hanging in the most uncomfortable way and his lips halfway closed. How can he sleep that way? I stop the car by a deserted park and undo my seatbelt as well as his. I manage to get him to the back of the van and lay him on a blanket while using some of my books as a pillow for him. I cover him up with another blanket and close his lips properly but I tend to linger a bit more, waiting back to adore his facial features. He's cuter when he's asleep and has his mouth this way_ without questions or daring statements coming out of it. He stirs just when I'm about to leave and my phone beeps, notifying me of a new message. I take it out and check it. As expected, it's no other than Mandelson.WHAT'RE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT THE RING? STOP PLAYING GAMES WITH ME AND COME CLEAN. Come clean? How has it involved co

Cain. "What're you doing?" I ask when he stops the van barely an hour since we've left the club, clearly without getting any clues. He nods his head, gesturing that I should look out and through the window by my side. 'DiaDishes'?What does that explain? "They're still open. Let's have dinner. "Oh, dinner? Of all things? Should I remind him we've just left the party without getting any hint and he puts all blame on me when it's clearly because he didn't want me to know everything? So unbelievable. "I'm not eating. " I tell him, refusing to make any movement or reaction and I hear him exhale. "Are you still angry, Cain?" Still angry? I'm furious! But it's being none of my business. I inhale and turn to him, my eyes open widely at him, "Can't I say I'm not hungry? I can't force you to do things that you don't want to do, Jude. What makes you think you can do the opposite to me? "I roll my eyes away from him and make to lean back against the headrest but he holds my wrist, his slende

Cain."No. Fuck. Cyan, just leave already. I don't need you stressing me out. " Jude's hoarse voice rings loudly, stirring me up from my sleep and disturbing my morning peace. I frown and tighten my closed eyes with the motion to put out the noise out of hearing. It's been too long since I've had a good sleep so simple and comfortable without having a dream or nightmare. I can't be too bad for being greedy and besides, the matters of my so-called good brother isn't something I'm allowed to be involved in. But the next words I hear sparks my own curiosity and I strain my hearing ability to listen from the distance, despite my former decision to mute his matters."Jude love," that very familiar voice and words surprises me and I instantly open my eyes. If you ask me, I had originally despised that voice and held a grudge against that prettified face that it stuck to my memory."It's been so long and I've missed you. Didn't you promise you were going to be back in a week? Why haven't you

Cain."Come on, Cain. Latch unto me." Jude urges, waving for me to join him on the bike. I narrow my brows, confused as I glance at his injury and the bike. Spending all my life in the pack's environment, I've never been on a bike or been in a situation where I had to be on a run. And this_ a stolen bike_ is the last thing I suspect can be trusted. What if we have an accident and he doesn't survive it? What if..."Time is running us by, Cain. If you don't want to follow them to their station, then we have to leave now." Jude shouts impatiently and I look back at the confused crowd from the distance. Those white men in uniform, carrying pistols and some sort of card with an ambulance taking Mandel away while Cyan is being handcuffed. Ms. Beam speaks to one of the officers, making a statement. "Let's go." I nod and take one last glance at the unconscious rider on the floor. I'll just protect him, it'll only get more complicated if we get caught now. "Alright." I jump on the bike and e