Page 5 of Acid

Ollie furrows his brows and looks at my dad, who is still grinning like mad, before he looks at me, putting his hands on his hips, and asks, "So you're Perrie, Cassidy's little sister that no one here will spar with?"

Yeah, because they are all too scared of my dad.

I grin proudly. "The one and only…."

He chuckles and runs a hand through his hair. "I can see why no one is willing…."

I shrug. No one except Cass knows what I can really do.

He nods. "I'll spar with you."

My eyes widen with excitement as I bounce on my feet, and ask, "Really?"

My dad chuckles while Ollie grins, his dark green eyes sparkling. He confirms, "Yeah, I will, and I'm sorry; when I'm in the zone, I don't seem to think before I open my mouth."

"Yeah, my dad's the same."

"Hey," my dad says as he wraps his arm around my shoulders, and I grin before looking back at Ollie, who has a weird look on his face. He blinks it away and nods to the ring.

"Ready then?" Ollie asks, and I practically bounce on my feet, suddenly happy I wore leggings and a tank top over my sports bra.

I rush to the middle of the ring. They both laugh at me before Ollie gets into a fighting stance, and I get into mine.

He runs at me first, and I dodge him before elbowing him in the back, then kicking him, my dad cheering from the ropes.

Happiness fills me as Ollie fights back harder, not going soft on me because I'm a girl or because I'm young. I feel free.

It's just a shame that in two years, my whole world will crash and burn, taking me along with it.

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Acid – Age Eighteen

I keep my expression stoic as the men guide me into the large brick building before me. Motorcycles are lined up outside, bikes that are a lot better than the dirt bike I found in the dump and worked on for months to bring back to life.

Hammer, a man I accidentally tried to throw acid at last year, the president of the Huntsmen MC, squeezes my shoulder, but I don't flinch.

I'm unsure why they've decided to come and get me, but I'm not scared. I probably should be, but I'm not; I've been in worse situations, no thanks to Aiden using Elijah's fucking safety as a threat, but if these men stay away from Elijah, then I don't give a shit.

I would say they have to stay the fuck away from Perrie as well, but she's a dishwasher at Huntsmen Grub, a diner owned by the fucking club, and her sister, the poor soul, is dating a brother, a brother that befriended me.

Speaking of said brother….

"You look ready to shit yourself," Steal, Hammer's son, chuckles, and I narrow my eyes at him because we both know that's bull.

I take in the room. There's an oak bar to my left, walls lined with pictures, two black couches and three armchairs surrounding a massive TV on the wall. Just over from the TV, there's a pool table and even a dart board, with several tables and chairs surrounding them. A few hallways break off from either side of the room, with stairs just to my left.

It's fucking amazing….

Seeing me, everyone gets quiet. Again, I don’t tense

I've grown up with Aiden fucking Mathews; I can handle anything right about now.

"Brothers, I'd like for you all to meet Oliver Mathews, the kid that tried to throw acid on me last year because we wouldn't hire him at The Huntsmen."

I grit my back teeth at Hammer's words while Steal puts his arm over my shoulders, but I knock into him, making him grunt and lose his footing, making me smirk.

"Does Cass know how shit you are in the ring?" I ask him, unaffected by the men observing me.

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