Page 15 of Acid

He stumbles, just catching himself, and runs toward me, his green-blue eyes firing daggers when I smirk at him. He screams, throwing a left hook, but I dodge it and swing my right fist to his face, hitting his temple and causing him to fall with abang, his head bouncing off the ring.

I can hear his twin brother Austin screaming from the ropes,“Get up, you fucking idiot, don’t let that bitch fucking beat you again and make you look weak, she’s a fucking girl!” I tilt my head at Franky, watching as he struggles to lift himself, coughing. “I swear to fuck, Franky. We’ve bet over $50,000 on you winning, fucker!”he shouts louder, and I grin as the ref starts to count, the crowd screaming my name, before my arm is grabbed and lifted up.

“And your winner yet again—Tinker!” the announcer shouts into the mic, the crowd going wild.

I breathe heavily, ignoring the death glare from the idiot still on the floor, struggling to get up. I bend and climb underneath the ropes, shoving past his brother, who’s glaring at me.

Honestly, it’s his own fault for betting against me again. He knows I’m the best fighter here. I’ve been part of the fight club since I was fourteen, and my father had been training me without him even realizing it.

So had Ollie, though he goes byAcidnow.

It’s how I managed to earn so much money for the gym behind Dad’s back, all while my big sister cleaned me up when I got too many hits. She helped several other fighters, too, so she could earn extra money for college.

The Rebel’s MC owned the fight club and was very reluctant to allow me to fight, but with it being illegal, there’s no age limit, and the fact I took down five of their men, they were happy for me to fight, and now they earn shit loads of money from me.

People pat my back as I make my way to the hallway, but I ignore them, accept the envelope of cash from Viking, a Rebel’s brother who stays in New York, and head to the changing rooms.

“Time of death, seven fifty-five,” the doctor says as I run into the ER room, and a scream escapes before arms wrap around my waist, my sister sobbing as she holds me back.

“No, no, please, I got him back, please!” I scream, and the doctors look at me with sympathy before a crash can be heard from behind me.

“She’s fainted,” someone says loudly, but I ignore them and continue trying to pull out of my sister’s fingers to get to my dad.

He’s not dead, he’s not?—

I blink and open the door to the empty dressing rooms, willing the memories to leave my head.

I can’t escape them, no matter how hard I try or how hard I fight, they consume me.

Unwrapping my knuckles, I throw the straps on the bench before the door opens, and I turn to see the twins, Austin and Franky.

I raise a brow, crossing my arms over my chest, and state, “You know the rules, get out.”

No men are allowed in here alone with a woman; it’s one of the only rules other than “no killing” that the Rebel’s abide by.

Austin sneers as Franky looks me up and down, and something cold shivers down my spine, the look of a predator in their eyes hitting me hard. I drop my arms and get into stance, knowing they’re about to hurt me, before Austin runs over to me, tackling me to the ground before I can even swing my fist.

I grunt at the impact on my chest before he’s suddenly sitting on my upper back, pressing my hands above my head.

He chuckles. “Not so fucking tough now, are you bitch?”

I thrash beneath him and threaten, “Get off me, or I’ll kill you!”

He laughs before I feel hands hook into my gym shorts, and I freeze for a moment in shock when I realize they are not going to kick the crap out of me. No, they’re going to?—

Austin’s grip tightens as his brother removes my shorts and panties, and I kick out, screaming, hoping to knock him off and get someone’s attention.

Austin quickly moves, grabbing my hands with one of his and placing his other hand over my mouth.

I bite him hard as I kick my legs, making him growl and grab my hair, lifting my head before slamming my head on the concrete floor.

I groan in pain as Franky parts my legs and thrusts inside me. Sharp, shooting pain hits, and I scream out again, Austin once again covering my mouth.

“Fuck, Aus, she’s a virgin, or was,” Franky laughs, and tears fall as he thrusts into my dry entrance, taking my virginity.

I thrash and scream behind Austin’s hand, not willing to give up, trying to escape, but all they do is laugh.

I feel Franky come inside me, and everything in me stills as horror takes over.

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