Page 12 of Acid

She wants to be a fucking doctor; she wants to save people, not kill them….

He doesn’t do as we demand. Instead, he glares at Cass behind me and sneers, “Pack your shit and get out of town, because if I see you again, you won’t have my brothers standing behind you; they’ll be standing behind me once they see the truth of what you did.” He looks her up and down with disgust and hate, and I grab Piston’s arm to stop him from hitting our prez who states, “Faith was right about you, you’re nothing but a lying, patch-chasing whore. Now get the fuck outta my clubhouse!”

I stare daggers at him and turn to see Cassidy’s face pale, tears coating her cheeks. Blood covers her hands, arms, and chest, and I swallow hard.

She looks like someone who just killed someone; her eyes are vacant, her body shaking, but the question is, why did she?

More importantly, how could she, and what did Brute do?

Gently, I take hold of her shoulders and slowly turn her, keeping my body covering hers to ensure the fucker doesn’t shoot her in the back as I slowly guide her out of the club, the brothers all looking at her with a mixture of confusion, concern, and distrust.

Piston stays at my back until the door closes, and I walk Cassidy to her car, where I open the door.

Only when she’s sitting does she speak.

“Look after Perrie for me, Ollie,” she whispers, and I crouch down, gripping her cheek, wiping away the tears for her.

“He’ll come to his senses, Cass. He’ll see what he’s just done and who for,” I try to comfort her, but she shakes her head.

Sniffling, she croaks, “The love of my life just held a gun to my head.” I wince. “He-he threatened to kill me all because he listened to her without getting the full story from me. He should have left me alone that day, not pursued me….”

My eyes race between her haunted ones, and I ask, “What happened, Cass?”

She cries, “It doesn’t matter now, does it? He’s made his mind up; just promise me you’ll look after my sister. She’s not the same since Dad died, Ol, and now, with me leaving….”

She shakes her head and looks down at her hands covered in blood, horror rolling off her.

I grip her hands, making her look my way, and confirm, “I promise.”

I’ll protect Perrie with my life, even if it’s from myself.

She nods and leans forward, kissing my cheek, and whispering, “I love you, Ol, you and Eli. Thank you for becoming my family, my brothers.”

Emotions hit me hard, and I stand as she shuts her door before driving away.

I fist my hands and watch as she spins away from the gate before I turn and storm into the clubhouse. Piston is in Steals face, Anchor trying to hold him back, and I storm over to them. I shove Piston out of the way before shoving Steal hard, who gets in my face.

“Remember who the fuck I am, Acid!” he growls, and I nod.

“Yeah, I know exactly who you are. You’re my fucking friend who’s just destroyed someone I saw as a sister. You’re a man who got led by his emotions, allowing that bitch,” I point at Faith, who gasps, “to get in your head instead of seeing the situation like a president. You didn’t even get Cassidy’s side of things or demand for Piston to check the cameras he set up; you believed a woman who has wanted you for fucking years over a woman who gave you fucking everything.” His jaw ticks, and I chuckle darkly. “You are going to go to bed. You’re going to sleep on this, and come morning, when Cass is gone with no trace, because, let’s face it, Piston taught her well, you are going to regret your actions, and you’re going to realize that you’ve just lost the best thing that ever happened to you, all because you got fucking scared.”

I take a step back and curl my lip. “You’re my friend; you and your father saved me two years ago, especially after losing John, but right now, I can’t stand the fucking sight of you, and the thought of staying here under your leadership makes me want to hand in my fucking cut.”

His eyes harden, but I ignore him, heading to the stairs where the brother’s rooms are occupied by non-officers. I should be moving into mine when I take over as Road Captain, but with Brute now dead, that could be sooner rather than later.

I whistle at Brandy, my usual clubwhore, needing a distraction, and she grins, rushing my way wearing the shortest fucking skirt I’ve ever seen. I notice Piston shake his head at me, but I just lift my hand, not giving a shit.

I promised Cassidy I’ll look after Perrie, which also includes protecting her from me.

I’m filth, dirt. My skin fucking crawls all the time, and the thought of allowing anyone to even see the marks on my back from Aiden and his whores, let alone touch them, makes me want to run, but the thought of Perrie seeing them, touching them, I want to slice my own fucking throat.

Brandy kneels before me as soon as we enter my temporary room, and I undo my jeans.

I need a fucking distraction; I need to get out of my head. I need to get over my fucking past.

I pull my semi-hard cock out and tap it on her lips which she opens willingly for me, and I thrust inside.

It takes me about ten minutes, but I finally get hard when I picture Perrie’s light blue eyes, the only girl I can get hard for, and I thrust my hips hard, hitting the back of Brandy’s throat, making her gag. She doesn’t push me away, though. Instead, she sucks harder, keeping her hands behind her back like instructed, and I groan, squeezing my eyes tight, trying to stay in the moment as my balls tighten, a tingling sensation hitting the base of my spine, before I spurt my load down Brandy’s throat.

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